had caught over the dining table earlier. The warmth in his eyes and how it tinged his smile. It was another one of those subtle intoxicants, the one I’d envied most years before when I’d catch it happening between Nate and Eric or Chet and Mark.
A tingle raced up my spine as Sam sucked along the side of my shaft. “Me too—oh, god.” I buried my fingers in his hair as he sank lower, taking me deeper, lips moving in an expert glide, teasing my tip and moving lower to my balls. “I’ve been thinking about this since the locker room this morning. When you were stretching.” I’d gotten out of the shower and walked into our bedroom to find him doing his post-run stretches in nothing but briefs, one leg hiked up on our dresser to loosen his hamstrings, his ass a perfect peach. But since we had company coming, I didn’t have time to follow my instincts and bury my face between his cheeks. My patience was paying far better dividends than I’d anticipated, though. “I wanted you to find me after that…that game and—” I gasped sharply as Sam swallowed me to the root, the sudden heat and suction pulling a shudder from me.
“And?” He slid a wet finger behind my sac and teased over my hole.
“And fuck me,” I managed to finish, then whimpered out his name as a plea when he nudged his finger just inside me.
Sam rested back on his heels, one hand working my cock, the other opening me up. “How do you want to be fucked? You want me to bend you over and split that sweet little ass open, or you want it the other way, your legs wrapped around my waist and my tongue in your mouth.”
These were impossible choices. “Y-you pick,” I stuttered, squeezing my eyes shut in ecstasy as he sucked me into his mouth again. He worked me over slowly and patiently until I was whining and thrusting in his throat without a care for the needy sounds coming from me.
When he could tell I was about to lose it, he held my thigh and jacked me off onto his tongue, knowing how much I loved seeing him swallow my release. Once my thighs quit quaking, he stood up and kissed me nice and deep before turning me around, lifting my hands and curling them over the risers above me.
“Hold on right there, okay?” he said, kissing the nape of my neck as I nodded mutely. “Don’t let go.”
Cool air moved over my hot skin like a balm as Sam yanked my pants down my knees and left me exposed. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, taking in my spread legs, my ass, probably red with his handprints where he’d clutched me, and I thrilled in all of it. Even when he was silent, I could feel the perfect transmission of his love and desire for me.
I could never get enough of that first second when Sam entered me. The sting of intrusion, and then the way my body melted around him, gave way, and swallowed him. A multitude of sensations occurred at once, twining pleasure and the briefest bite of pain together into an aphrodisiac that made my head spin. Sam’s moan—familiar and particular to this one instance when it was laced with a sense of a relief and release, like he’d been waiting so long and this moment was his reward—always got to me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and his hand came to the nape of my neck, thumb tilting my chin, his kiss a hot smear along my jaw and finally to my lips. His tongue speared inside my mouth in a mimicry of his thrusts. Slow at first, which meant he was watching, enjoying seeing his big dick disappear inside me, and then with more power, picking up speed, his hands tight and possessive on me just the way I loved it. His grunts and panted breaths got me worked up all over again.
This was exactly what I’d always envisioned, my hands clinging to the bleacher above me, Sam clutching my hip, his fingers curled and his grip tight like he was just as desperate. My body swayed with every thrust, full of him and feeling every inch. His other hand splayed and roamed over my skin, fire in every caress. And finally, finally his touch trickled down my spine and pressed at the base, deepening the arch in my back.
He