Chapter 49
Sam kept kissing him forever, over and over, riding Ian’s thigh and grinding one of his legs between Ian’s.
Ian arched up and pushed into Sam to encourage him, knowing what was going to happen.
His heart thudded with it, and the muscles in his ass bunched up tight with want.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, I mean, your head .
. .” He trailed off and Sam kissed him again.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Sam whispered, then came back for more. But they were going to. It wasn’t as if he’d never bottomed before, but doing it for Sam—that was completely different. Terrifying because of how much it meant.
When Sam pulled off his T-shirt and boxers, Ian had to run hands over his chest, his tan skin against Sam’s paleness.
Sam loomed over him on extended arms, letting Ian pet him.
He thumbed Sam’s nipples and watched him shiver.
Then Sam looked into his eyes and Ian dropped his hands, because Sam wanted him now.
Sam pulled off the sweats and briefs Ian had slept in, and Ian’s dick bounced up into Sam’s hand like it had been dying for the contact.
He smiled, straddled Ian’s thighs, and used his thumb and fingers to drive Ian nuts until he was squirming, pushing his hips up for more.
Sam let go of him to hover over his lips again.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered, looking into Ian’s eyes, waiting for a response.
“I know,” Ian whispered back.
“That’s okay?”
He swallowed and reached up to palm the back of Sam’s head. “I want it.”
Even if he hadn’t wanted to, Sam’s smile and then his kiss would have changed his mind. But he ached to feel Sam inside him. When he heard the soft click of the lube bottle, he took a deep breath and pulled his legs up, hands behind his knees, opening himself up for Sam.
Sam’s fingers were magic. They did all kinds of amazing things that made Ian writhe and groan and arch up from the bed. Then they stopped, sliding out, and Sam was looming over him again, propped on one shaking arm. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, God, just do it.” He yanked Sam down for a wild, wide-open kiss. “Please,” he added, panting.
Sam smiled at him, and Ian dug his fingers painfully hard into the backs of his knees, yanking his legs farther up when he felt Sam’s cock against his hole. He watched Sam’s face as Sam watched himself push into Ian.
I love that face.
Then he had Sam inside him and he stopped thinking much at all.
Sam was slow and careful, but Ian wanted it so much that it only took a couple of minutes before Sam’s balls were pressed against Ian’s tailbone, and Ian’s legs were hooked on his arms. They were both shaking, and Ian felt his heart throbbing in the muscles holding Sam’s shaft so tightly inside him.
Finally he arched into it and let Sam have him, encouraged it with his body and the noises Sam drew out of him.
Sam’s gray-blue eyes watched Ian’s the whole time.
When Ian lost it and came, he was sure it was his first religious experience.
If this is enlightenment, I want more. Fortunately, Sam had plenty to give and it spread through him, and through Sam too, he thought.
Afterward, Sam kissed his eyes closed, then down his face, placing small kisses all over his lips, then told Ian, “I love you.”
Ian couldn’t speak. He hugged Sam tighter and hoped that was enough to get his message across.
Sam combed fingers through his hair. “I know,” Sam whispered, smiling at him.