Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,54

need,” I promised him. I combed my fingers through his hair, my face inches from his. “You’re beautiful, baby. Thank you for trusting me with this.”

“Is it weird to say it feels right, like it was supposed to be you?” My heart exploded at his admission. He cried out when I thrusted slowly, until I was fully seated inside his body.

“No baby, it feels that way to me, too,” I admitted. It was a heady fucking feeling to know I was the only man who’d ever given him this. The stress lines on his face relaxed until Sammy flashed a shy smile. I kissed his forehead, pulling back so I could stroke the back of my fingers over his cheek. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied lazily. “I think I’m going to like this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The sheer wonder in Sam’s voice wrapped its way around my heart. “I hope to hell you do. You feel so fucking good around me. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please.” As I pulled back and started slowly rocking back and forth, Sammy’s hands explored every inch of my skin. He arched up, begging me to go faster, but I wanted to make this last.

I started stroking Sammy’s dick, needing him to get off before me. I wanted to feel his body clenching around my dick as I came. He writhed around, simultaneously chasing and trying to get away from the sensations. It amazed me how sensitive he was there. And there was one spot… Sammy let out a sound that would have made me think he was in pain if not for the blissed out expression on his face as I found the part of his dick that always drove him over the edge. “Oh God! Fuck! Don’t stop! Please!”

He kept begging me to keep fucking him, even as he tried swatting my hand away from his dick. His hole was tight and wet and, holy fuck me, I’d never felt anything like it. I thrust into him hard and fast, seeking my own release. “You’re fucking perfect. God damn, I could get addicted to this.”

“Want that.” He sucked in huge gulps of air. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat that made him almost shimmer as the morning light streamed through my bedroom windows. Where he’d been still and tentative at the start, now Sammy was bucking his hips off the bed, fucking me, never letting me pull out. “Love the way you fill me, Daddy. Going to want it all the time now.”

“Whenever you want it, baby,” I promised him. My balls tightened and I knew the end was near. I collapsed over his body, shoving a hand between him and the mattress, sealing my mouth over his as I let go.

We laid there, breathless and covered in sweat as we came down from the high. I pushed up enough that I could see his face. Utterly wrung out from pleasure was a good look on him. I knew I needed to check in with him. I’d do the same for any new partner, but with Sammy, things were a bit more complex. But I couldn’t just yet because I didn’t want to do anything to threaten the tranquility that radiated from him.

“I think you’ve created a monster.” Sammy hugged me tight. I worried about crushing him, but every time I tried pushing upright, he squeezed me harder. “I’m going to want to do that all the time now.”

“Then I suggest you be a good boy so you can pick your rewards,” I told him. His smile fell and his expression turned guarded. “Hey, none of that. I wasn’t trying to bring up last night and you need to know I wasn’t angry. I was more sad than anything.”

“I know, but I still feel bad. I should have told you the truth.”

I kissed his forehead and tugged his arms away from my body. “You live and learn. I’m sure you’ll do better in the future.”

“I will,” he promised.

“Good. Then let’s clean up and get breakfast. There’s a lot of work to be done.”

Sammy groaned, but he didn’t protest when I got out of the bed. It took him a minute to join me in the bathroom, and when he did, he was holding a set of shorts and t-shirt. “Tomorrow can I have a jammies day?”

“Absolutely. And if we work really hard, maybe you can try them on for a little while before work tonight.” He bounced up and down.