We both agreed immediately, and she snapped a few champagne toasts and a kiss with the bed in the background. “Some people take their shirts off to make it more authentic, so if you want to, you can, but if you just want the impression, that’s fine, too. Let me know if any of it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t want that. I want it to be fun.”
Oh, I was having fun. Sam didn’t even pause. “I’m good with shirts off.” He looked at me to gauge my feelings on it. I hesitated. There were other scars. He hadn’t been repulsed by the one on my face, though, so I thought it might be ok. He misunderstood my hesitation. “Oh, if you’d rather not, it’s ok. No worries.”
“No, I’m good with it. Really.” I wanted to see him with his shirt off, and that desire was greater than my desire to hide the rest of my scars.
He grinned and whipped his shirt over his head. His body was large and chiseled, his biceps rippling as he moved. His chest was smooth but a trail of hair led from his belly button to his waistband, and my eyes zoned in on it humiliatingly quickly. I swallowed thickly and made myself look away, feeling the blush again.
I pulled my shirt off, a little more slowly than he had. I worked out. I wasn’t as fit as he was, but I didn’t feel ashamed of my body, just a little shy, and nervous about the scars. His eyes trailed over me, pausing at the scars on my right shoulder and lighting in understanding. They moved againand stopped at the tattoo on my upper left arm. It was a sandhill crane at sunset. My aunt’s favorite bird. I’d gotten the tattoo for her, to show her that I was truly ok, and thatwewere ok, because she’d never stopped blaming herself for my scars.
“Nice tattoo,” he said, “That’s some beautiful artwork.” He was still admiring it. He didn’t have any tattoos that I could see.
“Thanks,” I said, biting my lip.
Sadie took some pictures of us by the window as we gazed at each other, then kissed. We sat at the edge of the bed and she took some more. She handed us the champagne glasses again, and he scooted up to the pillows. He looked at me cautiously, a question in his eyes. I released the lip I’d been chewing on, and smiled, scooting up beside him. We leaned on our elbows and clinked our glasses together.
“These are all so great!” Sadie squealed, holding the camera out so we could see the last photo she’d taken. She grinned slyly. “The way you two look at each other…your chemistry is off the charts. I’m just saying. These are going to be amazing. I can’t wait to show you guys the final product.”
“Hold on,” Sam said, and he moved to slide under the covers. He pulled at the blankets under me and looked at me hopefully. So he wanted it to look like we were inbed,bed together. Sadie raised an eyebrow, but she’d already let us know we could add to the session how we saw fit. “Ok?” he asked me. I nodded and climbed under the covers with him. We were fully clothed from the waist down, only minus our shoes, but you’d never be able to tell in the pictures.
He leaned forward and kissed me as she snapped away, but it felt even more real that time, not staged, like he wasn’t just doing it for the pictures. His tongue licked at my lips and I parted them immediately. We both seemed to forget where we were as the kiss deepened. Soon our tongues were tangled together, I was moaning into his mouth, and somehow his leg had found its way between mine. I was hard as hell and I didn’t care. I rocked my body against his leg.
“Oookay,” Sadie’s voice snapped us both out of whatever kind of trance we’d been in, and we jumped apart. “I think that’s good. We got some great shots tonight.” We both looked over at her and my face was on fire. She hid a smile as she turned away, looking at her camera. I glanced back at Sam and he gave me a little wink, but his chuckle sounded more nervous than humorous.
“Oh, man,” Sadie said, seemingly forgetting what we’d just done right in front of her, “These are so good. You guys are going to love them. Give me a few weeks for editing, but you’re going to be amazed. No one is going to believe me when I say you just met.”
I was still blushing as I pulled my shirt back on, Sam putting his on behind me. I prayed that the tent in my jeans wasn’t obvious. I wasn’t sure if it had affected him like it had me, but I thought I might be better off going to rub one out in the shower rather than sitting at a bar with his friends watching us.
We managed to thank Sadie and say our goodbyes, and she even hugged us and told us she’d had fun. We headed out of her room and almost as soon as we were in the hallway and the door closed behind us, he turned to me. I suddenly became aware that he was flushed, too, and his pupils were blown wide. “I don’t feel like hanging out in the bar where my friends are,” he said, “I have a mini bar in my room. You want to come have a drink with me?”
He wanted more than a drink, right?I nodded enthusiastically. “Uh huh. Yeah. Sounds good.” My body was too far gone to allow my nerves to get the best of me.
He paused, visibly struggling to get a handle on himself.He definitely meant more than a drink. “Are you sure?” he asked me, “Because the bar is fine, too, if you’d rather go there.”
“Your room is good.” It came out much more quickly than I meant it to, but he grinned, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the elevator. I didn’t even trip as we rushed down the hall.
CHAPTER 04: SAM
He was standing close enough that we were touching when we stopped at the door to my room. The nervous version of Devon that kept peeking out all evening seemed to be gone for the time being. My key card kept turning the lock red because I was trying to unlock the door too fast. I was grateful though, that my company had given me my own room, because the other guys were sharing and Ireallydidn’t want anyone walking in and interrupting. A drink was the last thing on my mind as I finally got the doorto unlock and we both walked into my hotel room. The door shut behind us and I locked the deadbolt, trying to pace myself.
For a second I couldn’t remember what I even wanted to ask. “Um, do you…what do you…” I stopped and cleared my throat as he just stared at me almost blankly. I tried to focus as I looked at his gorgeous face. I couldn’t believe I had the electrician I’d been fantasizing about for days in my room with me. “Um. What would you like to drink?”
He stared at me wide-eyed, his face confused. “Drink?”
It was all I needed to hear. I dove back in immediately. “Oh, thank God.” I had him pressed against the door before he could even try to figure out what I’d been talking about. I kneed his legs apart and put mine back where it had been when we were in the bed, before we were so rudely interrupted by reality.
He moaned into my mouth and twined his arms around my neck as he picked right back up with the grinding on my leg. It was more desperate than it had been in Sadie’s room, and definitely hotter. He was so young and beautiful and ready to go. I pulled him off the door and walked him backwards toward the bed, our mouths still attached. When the back of his legs hit the mattress, I pulled back and looked at him, waiting to make sure it was still ok.
He stared at me, dazed for a second, but then came to life. He kicked his shoes off quickly and climbed onto the bed, looking at me as he lay back. I climbed in with him and hovered over him, my mouth finding his again. Our tongues tangled together as I pulled at the bottom of his shirt. We pulled apart as he sat up to let me lift his shirt over his head and I whipped off my own before resuming the kiss as I pressed him back gently. When he was laying back on the pillows, I went for the button of his jeans.
I hadn’t wanted another person so badly in as long as I could remember. It was wild to me because we’d just met, and I wasn’t someone who did one night stands.Ever.I briefly wondered if that was all he was after. I was pretty sure he wasn’t even thinking with his brain at the moment, and I didn’t want to push him too far, so I hesitated with my hand over the button.
He didn’t attempt to stop me, just moaned again into my mouth. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans slowly, then pushed at the waistband. He lifted his hips so I could shove them down past his ass, and I moved his briefs with them, turning slightly to spare a glance at his black underwear and the thick, hard cock I’d just freed. He bit at my jawline as I took himin. He was already leaking, my hand had even hit a wet spot on his clothes, and I spread some of the precum from the tip down his length as my hand moved over his dick.
His body jerked at the contact. I turned and resumed our kiss as he moaned again, wantonly that time, into my mouth. He was panting a little bit, his hips thrusting desperately up into my hand as I gripped him tightly and jerked him off.
He suddenly pulled his face away from mine, breathing hard as he said, “No, wait-”
For a split second, I thought I’d gone too far. It was the first time in my life I’d ever let myself get that carried away so quickly, but before he could say anything else or I could react, he let out a grunt as his dick pulsed in my hand, cum erupting from it and flowing over my fingers. “-I’m gonna come,” he finished on a groan. His cheeks were red again. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, his teeth finding his lip in that nervous habit of his even though he was breathing heavily and his pupils were dilated.
