I hummed against his lips and rolled the bulge in my pants against his. We moaned simultaneously.
He snapped away from me, breaking the kiss, and stared, eyes slightly wide and alarmed.
I waited. I wasn’t sure what was going through his head. Was he panicking over me making the move to kiss first? I wish I could ask, but my throat was clogged with need and I didn’t trust myself to open my mouth and speak.
Then, the tension in his face relaxed and his eyes softened and he smiled.
“Can I kiss you again?” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t frighten him, which was amusing considering the man was a serial killer. Blood and guts and splattered brains didn’t scare him, but kissing me did?
He nodded and I took that as permission.
His mouth was both hard and yielding against mine, a contradiction I found fascinating and sexy as hell. The outline of his dick pressed against me, and I found that I didn’t have much patience when it came to Sam. I wanted him in my mouth and ass. Too bad he couldn’t be in two places at once.
I rocked my hips against him again, and he groaned against my lips, a shudder working its way through him. “Have you done this before?”
I’d never asked someone that question because it didn’t matter, but if this was his first time, I wanted to make it good for him. Memorable.
He nodded, and I didn’t dwell on the disappointment that burrowed itself in my chest. Of course it wasn’t his first time. The guy was older than me.
He cleared his throat, eyes deep as they stared up at me like he was trying to tell me something, and I wished more than ever that I could sign. I didn’t want to expose anything I’d learned from Lucy. Not yet.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I found myself asking. Too many times I’d been taken without consideration. No one had cared what I’d wanted, only what they’d needed, and I refused to be that way. Sam had saved me. He deserved everything and more. “We can stop. We don’t have to?—”
He cut me off with a fierce kiss that had my toes curling. His hunger called to mine, and my dick throbbed, ready for action. His touch electrified me, lighting me up like a damned Christmas tree, and I was ready toho ho homyself right onto his dick. Forget Santa. Sam was bringing my Christmas presents early. He could jingle his balls and deck my halls while I rode his candy cane.
I held in the urge to groan at my thoughts. Instead, I focused on him and the way his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. The brown curls on his head were in disarray, and it made him even sexier when he wasn’t perfect. I couldn’t resist carding my fingers through the ringlets, taking in the softness of his locks and the way he tipped his head back, throat working as I scraped my nails over his scalp.
He licked his lips, making them shiny and wet, and I leaned down to steal a taste with my own again because I was greedy when it came to his mouth, apparently. He laid his hand on my lower back, guiding me closer until our hard lengths nudged each other.
“Bedroom?” I panted into his kiss, desperate for more. Pleasure coursed through me, rough and unbridled, and there was no way in hell I was going to last long like this.
He nodded. Before I could slide off him, he snaked his arms around my waist and held me against himself as he rose. I wasn’t heavy, but I wasn’t light, either. I wound my legs around his waist. He carried me without any sign of effort on his face. His muscles strained against his dress shirt and I was shallow, okay? So, it was natural for me to touch his biceps and squeeze them as he walked us toward his room. He grinned at me, eyes bright and twinkling, and I swooped in to give him another kiss as he kicked open his door and stepped over the threshold.
I cupped his face and sucked on his tongue, and the raw groan that tore from his throat sent a delicious zip of lust down my spine. He dropped me on the bed and I bounced, ready to attack him again and I would have if he wasn’t ripping at his clothes like a madman. I watched, entranced by the skin being revealed to my hungry gaze. His chest rose and fell in hard, fast pants.
I studied his sturdy chest, taking in the thin layer of dark hair that covered compact but sexy pecs. He had a cute beauty mark on his left collarbone and a scar on his right side, close to his ribs and under his nipple. I sat up and traced the faded puckered skin, fascinated by the way it rippled with every breath he took. I wanted to ask how he’d gotten it, but I didn’t want him to hurt himself answering.
Later.
Once he was out of his pants, leaving him only in underwear, he hesitated. I nodded, offering him permission as I dragged my shirt over my head. He helped me with my pants, leaving me in my boxers. He licked his lips and stared at my dick tenting the material.
“It won’t hurt you,” I teased, hoping to put him at ease. “You’ve already had it in your hand. It didn’t kill you by leaking out venomous cum, did it? It looks like one, but it’s really not a snake.”
He laughed soundlessly and dipped his fingers under the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down. My dick sprang free, and he ducked to take the head immediately between his lips, flicking his tongue over the slit. Desire shot straight to my balls. I fell back onto my elbows, head tipped as I processed his warm mouth on my sensitive length. He was tentative and inquisitive, but he knew exactly what to do. He was one of two men who’d ever given me a blowjob, and he was the only person I liked doing it. The other guy—well, I didn’t want to think about him right now.
Sam smoothed his palms up my thighs and squeezed the muscles, his touch warm and gentle like everything else he did. He wanted me to feel safe and secure, and it was difficult to feel anything else around him. He’d protected me more than the people who were supposed to.
I shuddered through the ecstasy and grasped his curls, tugging him up and away from my dick.
He looked at me in surprise.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered breathlessly. “Please, Sam. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”
He exhaled, his breath tickling my chin, before he straightened and opened the top drawer of his nightstand. I watched with half-closed eyes, my dick jerking up and slapping my abs, leaving a trail of precum behind. I wrapped my fingers around the base, stroking as he yanked out the lube and threw it onto the bed.
He stared at me toying with my dick, and as much as I wanted to keep going, make him watch me as I came, I was more desperate for his shaft inside of me. I sat up and held out myhand to him. He took it, and to my surprise, raised it to his lips so he could lay a gentle kiss on my knuckles. I nearly melted right then and there.
He slid his underwear off and his dick bounced free, the tip flushed red and beading with precum. I crooked my finger, gesturing for him to come to me, and he pressed a knee into the bed beside my thigh so he could cover my body with his and kiss me again. He devoured my mouth with the kind of lust that curled my toes, teeth clacking against mine in a way that was almost painful but I didn’t mind. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hissed as our dicks rubbed against each other, the head of his length catching against mine.
