The Hero and the Hidden Royal - Renae Kaye Page 0,22

side of Sam’s face, where the bruising and puffiness was the worst. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you more?”

“Derek,” Sam said softly, “the anticipation is killing me here. Why would I care about something hurting when the flip side is death?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then shut up and kiss me, will you?”

Derek hesitated still. Sam knew.

“Be brave, Derek,” he whispered. And so Derek was. He leaned in and cautiously placed his mouth against Sam’s. At first he was gentle, keeping his kiss light, but then desire started to rise in him. Sam’s lips opened slightly as Sam leaned in, deepening the kiss. And Derek became lost in the sensation. Sam’s warmth and his size made Derek feel like nothing could ever scare him again. He intensified the kiss, pressing urgently against Sam, wanting to feel the bigger man, wanting to experience this sensation of safety all over him. He wanted Sam’s hands on him. He wanted Sam’s body covering his. He wanted Sam inside him.

He squirmed restlessly on Sam’s lap.

Sam seemed to find this agreeable and clutched him tighter.

“Sam,” Derek moaned.

“What?”

Sam was touching Derek, his hands roaming Derek’s body at will. They seemed to be everywhere at once—Derek’s shoulders, his legs, his back, his arms.

“I—” Derek lost his train of thought as Sam’s large hand moved over his buttocks and squeezed.

“What do you want?” Sam asked breathlessly between kisses.

“I don’t know,” Derek replied, arching his back and offering his throat for Sam’s mouth. “Everything. All of it. More.”

“More?” Sam delved under Derek’s shirt, tracing his ribs and arrowing up to Derek’s nipples. “More of this?”

“Yes,” Derek hissed. He placed his hands on either side of Sam’s jaw so that he could push his mouth to Sam’s once again. That beautiful mouth. On that beautiful face. “More.”

“Undo the buttons on your shirt, then.”

His shirt. Yes. His shirt. Derek wanted it gone. Without losing contact with Sam’s mouth, Derek frantically unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn’t a good supo, but he could do buttons. He tore it open and they both groaned as Sam’s broad hand splayed across Derek’s bare chest.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

It took Derek a few seconds to realize it was Sam who had said this. And Sam was talking about him. He had to shake his head. “No. You’re the gorgeous one.”

“I have to disagree with you,” Sam replied and traced kisses down Derek’s throat. He lifted Derek, arching him over and pulling him up so that Sam could pepper kisses over his chest. As Derek moaned and wriggled, Sam moved on, focusing on Derek’s pale nipples, sucking and licking.

Derek cried out with ecstasy. He’d never experienced anything in his life so profound. He wanted more. His legs kicked out, looking for purchase, and suddenly there was something solid under one foot. Derek didn’t know what it was, but it gave him leverage, enabling him to bow over Sam’s arm, knowing Sam wouldn’t let him fall while Sam continued to devour his chest.

“More.”

He didn’t know what he needed, but he needed more. More kisses. More touches.

“More?” Sam questioned as he sat Derek back in his lap. “Are you sure?”

Derek groaned, unhappy to have lost those lips from his chest, but then Sam nudged the inside of his thigh.

“Yes. More. More. More.”

They kissed deeply while Sam explored the inner seam of Derek’s trousers, eventually coming to rest at the apex. Derek moaned and reiterated his consent to everything Sam was doing, so Sam cupped him, caressing the hard cock and curling his fingers around it.

“Please,” Derek cried out, clutching Sam’s shoulders. Then Sam was fumbling, awkwardly attempting to unbutton Derek’s trousers one-handed. Derek vowed to only wear elastic waistbands from then on around Sam. Eventually the zipper was down and Sam didn’t hesitate, almost roughly pushing his hands under the material, under Derek’s underwear, so that he could touch Derek intimately. Derek relished the rough touch. He didn’t want soft and gentle. He wanted furious bucking and hard rubbing.

Sam grasped Derek’s cock and squeezed.

“Yes,” Derek said, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Sam wasn’t hesitant with his actions. He cupped Derek’s balls under the material, then slid up to pull at Derek’s cock, gliding his hand up and down and making Derek cry out.

“Do you like that?” Sam pressed Derek.

“God, yes,” Derek panted. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Sam whispered, tonguing the sensitive spot under Derek’s ear. “This is a pleasure.”

They remained in that position for long minutes, Sam sliding his hand up and down Derek’s shaft while Derek moaned