Chapter 30 #2
Sam’s lips parted and he rocked his hips slightly, leaving a slick trail across Ian’s abdomen. “Just you.” Sam nodded. “You really like that?”
Ian held his gaze. “Seeing you vulnerable is sexy.”
“I couldn’t do this for anyone else. Be like this.”
“I know, kiddo.” Sam was talking about far more than just being on top with a light on. Ian brought his other hand up from the bed and squeezed Sam’s ass. “Just me,” he repeated. Sam nodded.
Ian lay back down, trailing his fingers across Sam’s skin.
From his butt cheek around his hip to his thigh, stroking high up on the inside with his thumb, close to Sam’s nuts, until Sam’s eyes started to go glassy.
Ian let go of his neck, letting him straighten up, tracing across his clavicle and the stringy, taut pectoral muscle.
His nipples beaded under the scrape of Ian’s fingernails.
“You ready to take me inside, kiddo?” ’Cause he was more than ready to feel Sam wrapped around his cock.
Wanted to watch Sam’s face, to feel Sam’s hands on his chest pushing for leverage, to see Sam arching back, cock bouncing.
To hear Sam shouting his name, if Ian did it right.
“Want that,” he said, more to himself than to Sam.
He slid his hand higher up along Sam’s thigh and worked his thumb under his scrotum, looking for the guiche ring.
Playing with it made Sam jerk and rise up on his knees.
Ian let his fingers slide back to Sam’s asshole, tracing little circles around it.
The feel of it was seductive enough that he kept playing.
Sam braced his hands on Ian’s thighs, eyes closed and brow wrinkled in concentration.
Ian pushed in with his fingers, making Sam gasp.
With his free hand, he transferred Sam’s palms to his chest, one at a time, trapping them just over his heart, which tried to beat itself out of his chest. Sam opened his eyes and looked down into Ian’s in a daze.
Ian smiled and let his fingers stroke, little movements, slow and soft as he could make it, until Sam was rocking against his hand.
Then Ian hooked his thumb back into Sam’s guiche ring and pulled. Sam jerked against his hold. “Oh, God,” he gasped.
“Want more, kiddo?”
Ian found his prostate and pressed lightly with his fingers, making Sam groan and push his whole body back into Ian’s hand. “Ian.”
“Yeah?” Ian kept his voice as even as he could manage.
Couldn’t do anything about his panting. He wanted Sam out of control, wanted to make him lose it, and he needed to concentrate on Sam for that, not get lost in this himself.
He massaged Sam inside and out, watching Sam pant and rock his whole body, listening to the noises he made.
Fucking amazing.
Sam whimpered, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. “I wanna come.”
“Can you come like this, kiddo? Just on my fingers?”
“Yes.”
“I’m still going to fuck you.”
“Okay,” Sam panted.
Ian started tugging on the ring lightly in rhythm with the fingers inside Sam. “Here’s how it’s going to happen. I’m going to make you come like this, just my fingers and your ass and this guiche ring.”
Sam nodded frantically.
“Then I’m going to roll you on your side and pull your leg up, spread you open for me.” Sam whimpered again. Ian sped up his rhythm, tugging Sam’s guiche ring harder, making him squeak. “Then I’m going to shove my cock in you, and you’re going to take it. Aren’t you, Sam?”
A long, shuddering moan and more nodding. A drop of sweat fell from Sam’s chin to Ian’s chest.
“Say it, Sam.”
Sam cut off a cry, nodding desperately. “Yes, Ian.” His eyelids slid completely closed and that groove above his nose deepened. His arms trembled.
“Then I’m going to ride you hard. Fuck you sore.”
“OhGodohGodohGod,” Sam chanted, rocking back and forth faster, brow wrinkling, arms shaking.
Ian didn’t know how much longer Sam could support himself. He leaned up, dislodging Sam’s hands, wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist and his leg around Sam’s thigh, then flipped them both, laying Sam on his back.
He spoke against Sam’s cheekbone. “You may not like it, maybe won’t be ready for me in your ass after coming as hard as I’m going to make you, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll do it because I want you to. Your asshole is mine to fuck, kiddo, isn’t it?”
Sam didn’t need prodding this time. “Yes, Ian.” He was nearly sobbing, sweat-soaked and arching up and shaking.
Ian fought Sam’s fingernails digging into the back of his neck so he could push himself up enough to see Sam’s face. “Come now.”
Ian got what he wanted; Sam screamed his name.
The expression on his face was beautiful, so purely sweet it was nearly painful.
Ian thought he was having an out-of-body experience because it felt like he was the one writhing and coming uncontrollably—but then he realized he was coming against Sam’s thigh while Sam’s muscles pulsed around his fingers and his hips snapped up into Ian’s hand.
He lay half on Sam afterward, feeling his muscles twitch, the whole room vibrating in his ears.
Sam moaned, his skin prickly with goose bumps when Ian swept a hand up and down his side.
He rolled off him and tucked Sam against his body, covering him and then cleaning them both up while whispering to him—he didn’t know what, but Sam probably didn’t either.
Ian kissed him lazily until Sam was nearly asleep, long slow kisses until he could barely respond, then Ian let him rest. He rubbed Sam’s back, petting him while he drifted off to wherever he was going.
Sam murmured something about rolling over.
“You’re fine where you are kiddo. Just rest.” Ian kissed his temple and listened to Sam’s breathing even out. It was better if he fell asleep, because Ian had some thinking to do.