14. Chapter 14 #2
“Okay—we’re exclusive—whatever the fuck that means.”
Sam grinned. It was bright and warm, filling every single empty space in his heart, and he was rewarded with another crushing kiss. He moaned.
“You like pleasing me, don’t you?” Sam whispered, edging his teeth along the side of his neck, over the tender spot he had bruised last night.
“Fuck off.”
“I saw how you got last night, Frank. How hard you fucked me after I told you how much I liked it… How good you are for me…”
He trembled, cock leaking in his sweatpants like a randy teenager.
“My good fuckin’ boy.”
He growled, pushing Sam upward as he shoved down his thin sweatpants and palmed his ass, pinching and squeezing hard, purposefully leaving marks.
Sam gasped and pushed his ass backward, giving him permission, giving him everything.
Frankie, frantic and needy, pulled out his dick, feeling it already throb and lengthen, knowing where he was going—knowing that he was about to feel Sam’s deliciously tight ass and feeling fucking addicted to the sensation. To Sam…
Ah, fuck.
This was happening too fast.
Shouldn’t he be more scared, cautious even? His emotions were starting to bleed into this. But it had always been like this with Sam. So easy. So fuckin’ easy. Like they were meant to…
Sam stroked himself in front of him, and fuuuuuck, all thoughts evaporated from him as he watched the show.
His slow, methodical fist moving up and down his shaft, his precum wetting his swollen tip, his chest heaving with breath.
Those brilliant eyes of his shone with lust and something else… something possessive.
Frankie’s sex pulsated.
He’d always been the one who was possessive of his lovers.
Always keeping them close, branding them with his bruising marks and fucking them whenever he damn well pleased.
So, to see the same look reflected in Sam’s gaze—for him—released that feral, possessive beast from his chains, and he gritted his teeth.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded. “I wanna see your—” Fuck it. “Titties.”
Sam chuckled and peeled off his shirt, revealing those full, hard pecs that made his mouth water. He yanked Sam closer and sucked a nipple into his mouth, becoming all tongue and teeth. Sam arched into him, rubbing their naked dicks together and whimpering.
“Mark me,” Sam commanded breathlessly. “I want you all over my body.”
He groaned and obeyed.
He sucked on his pretty pecs, leaving a trail of wet, reddening bruises on each. His fingernails clawed down his muscular back, and by the time he looked up, Sam was simpering, pupils blown out, cock straining against him.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Frankie pumped his hips upward, sliding his cock against his.
“Fuck… me… please…!”
He smiled and quickly lubed his shaft with his spit, feeling himself quiver under his own touch.
“You sore?”
Sam’s steely gaze met his. “I said fuck me.”
He let out a dark laugh, then hummed approvingly. “That’s how it is, huh? You tellin’ me how this is gonna go…?”
Sam glared, jaw clenching before lifting his ass upward and down, positioning himself over Frankie’s tip.
“You’re not wet enough—”
The words died on his lips as he felt the slick lube already there. His eyes shot to his, and Sam fucking smiled.
“You sneaky little bitch,” he growled, which turned into a gasp of pleasure as Sam sank ruthlessly down on top of him, pushing past that tight rim and deep into… Heaven. Fucking Heaven.
He made a sound, deep and low from his chest, his head tilting back, feeling his dick sheathed completely into his...
Lover? Boyfriend? Best friend?
“Fuuuuck…” Sam whimpered, already beginning to bounce, pushing his strong, thick thighs upward and then sitting back down onto his lap, impaling himself over his cock.
Both men watched each other, their eyes riveted to their bodies and the sensual display of rippling muscle and naked flesh as Sam fucked himself on Frankie’s cock, using his body for pleasure.
Sam’s hard cock, thick and long, bounced as he rode him, picking up his pace and rocking up and down.
He had never seen anything so fuckin’ sexy. So magnificent.
And so… his.
Frankie’s jaw slammed shut, steeling himself from the flood of emotion boiling in his chest like steam.
He shouldn’t be possessive of Sam, especially if he couldn’t guarantee he could give him what he wanted.
He didn’t want to hurt him. He never ever wanted to hurt his baby, his Superman, his best friend.
His.
His heart slammed into the bones of his soul, and he knew he was utterly lost.
He was gone.
Only Sam mattered. No one made him feel like this. No one.
“No one touches you…” Frankie heard himself say. “No one. Say it.”
“Only you.”
“That’s fuckin’ right. This ass is mine.”
Sam let out a low, trembling whimper.
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours”
“Forever.”
Sam stilled, gasping, eyes wide and brimming with just as much emotion as Frankie felt.
He gripped the flesh of Sam’s hips, digging his fingers into him and demanding to hear the words, even if they meant nothing, or…
“Say it,” he commanded, beginning to lose control.
His body shuddered, cock spasming. “I can’t…”
Without thinking, Frankie moved, using his skills from years of wrestling to maneuver Sam from his lap to the couch, holding himself over him. Now the one with the leverage, he jammed in and out of his sweet heavenly ass. Sam squeezed and tightened around him and he damn near lost his mind.
“Fuckin’ say it.”
“Oh fuck… Frank!”
Their bodies slapped nosily together, along with Sam’s gasping groans of pleasure, and he had never heard anything so fucking good.
Frankie dragged his fingers through his curly thick hair, pulling him upward and roughly holding him, forcing his back to arch.
He grated his teeth over his shoulder and angrily, almost wildly, bit down.
Sam bucked beneath him, and he soothed the bite mark with a sucking kiss.
He moved all over his shoulder and up his neck, sucking, branding, claiming.
“Say it.”
“I…”
He was going to break him, if that’s what it fuckin’ took to hear him say it.
Frankie ruthlessly fisted his hand over Sam’s leaking cock, pumping him into oblivion, feeling his ass tighten around him and sucking him in deeper as he gasped and squirmed in his arms.
“That’s it, baby… give me this perfect fuckin’ ass… God.”
Sam trembled, jerking, his cock pulsating in his hand and ready to explode.
He dragged his teeth along the underside of his jaw, scraping against his whiskers. “You feel so good. Takin’ my dick. Moaning for me. Cummin’ for me… Had I known… had I known it felt this good to do this—with you—Sam…”
Sam reached behind him, hand fisting on the back of his neck, “Stop!”
“Never. I will never fuckin’ stop when it comes to you. You’re mine, Sam. And… I’m yours.”
Sam crumbled, climaxing so hard that his body nearly bucked off his dick. The tingle in his balls flooded him and he thrusted deeper, feeling the orgasm bearing down on him with Sam’s ass clutching around his cock.
He needed more. Ruthlessly, with a possessiveness he had not anticipated, not expected, he said it again, knowing how much Sam responded to it. “I’m yours…”
Sam shook, cursing violently, his beautiful dick spewing from the tip once more as a second, smaller release of bliss smeared his stomach. That broke him.
“Yeah, you want me, like this, just like this,” Frankie murmured, feeling his orgasm break over him like a shower of stars as hot jets pulsated into Heaven. It went on and on.