Gideon released a slow breath and thought about it a moment. “Yeah.” He winked at the boy. “I think I do.”
•?•
Samson stared at the carpet and tried to figure out what had sent Marcus fleeing.Hadhe done something wrong? The three of them had seemed to be equally enjoying the scene—what had gone wrong?
The dressing room door opened, and Gideon emerged with the two boys.
Samson straightened. His heart sank when he noted Marcus’ damp, red-rimmed eyes. He’d beencrying?A lump swelled in Samson’s throat. Marcus was so tender and sweet . . . he couldn’t bear the thought of having caused his tears.
The twins approached him, both still nude and entirely comfortable in their nakedness. Even in that, there was an air of innocence.
Samson hesitated then took Marcus’ hand, squeezing it gently. “Did I . . .” He blinked as tears formed. “Did I hurt you?” His throat worked. “If I did, I’m so sorry.”
“No,” Marcus whispered, his lovely eyes shimmering as he gazed so warmly at Samson. “You didn’t hurt me.” He brushed his fingertips down Samson’s cheeks. “You were perfect. So perfect.”
“Then why did you run away?” Samson rested his hands on the boy’s waist. “If you’ve changed your mind, if you don’t want to do this scene with me . . . I won’t be mad. I promise.”
Marcus pursed his lips as tears filled his eyes. He pressed his palms to Samson’s face and kissed his lips. “I want to . . . if you still want me to.”
Swallowing thickly, Samson curled his arms around the boy and drew him in close. “I do.” He looked at Mickey and motioned the other boy over, drawing him into the hug. “I want you both.”
The two boys clung to him, small tremors running through them.
I want you both.
As co-stars in thescene?
Or more?
Fear trickled back in. What was happening here? This was supposed to be a simple porn shoot. Why did it suddenly feel like so much more?
The thought had hardly formed when Marcus crawled onto his lap and hugged his head, their brows touching. The boy’s eyes were closed . . . and leaking tears.
Samson started to speak, but his words were drowned in a kiss that swelled with passion. Marcus whimpered and shifted on Samson’s lap, working himself onto Samson’s stiff member. A short breath lodged in his throat when the tip of his cock nudged Marcus’ tight hole. The boy shivered and slowly opened his eyes.
“Don’t stop.” Marcus was trembling, an ache in his eyes.
“I’m . . . I’m not . . .” Samson licked his lips. “. . . lubricated.”
Mickey went to his knees behind Marcus and took Samson’s member in his mouth, sucking up and down his shaft. Samson shuddered, gasping softly. A moment later, his wet cock was squeezing inside Marcus.
“Uuhhh . . .” Samson swallowed hard and crushed the boy in his arms. “Oh, my God . . .” He was sotight, and warm, and soft.
Marcus whimpered and hugged Samson’s neck, panting shakily as he undulated onto his member, taking in every thick inch.
“Oh, God,” Samson gasped.
“Does it . . .” Marcus shivered again and pushed his head to Samson’s brow once more. “Does it . . . feel good? Do you like . . . being inside a boy?”
Samson kissed him firm on the mouth and tightened his arms around the boy, pushing up with his hips . . . sinking in a little deeper. Marcus gasped through their kiss, then moaned and slowly rotated his hips.
“I think that’s a yes,” Mickey murmured with a smile. He crawled onto the bed behind Samson and peeled off the robe and caressed his bare muscles, kissing across his wide shoulders. He pressed his lips to the nape of Samson’s neck and nuzzled his short hair, his hard erection rubbing his lower back.
Samson didn’t hear a call for “action” from the director, but the cameras were rolling again.
“Scoot up in the middle of the bed,” Rich instructed.
Holding Marcus on his lap, Samson moved to the center of the mattress. As soon as his arms loosened, Marcus pushed him down on his back, flattened his palms on his thick chest and began to full-onridehim.
