I just smiled at him, relieved it hadn’t been something I’d done. Well, not in the way I’d been thinking, anyway. I wiped my hand on my discarded shirt. “Don’t apologize,” I said, “I’m just glad I could get you that excited.”
His blush deepened but he said, “I’ve been excited about you all week.”
I laughed outright at that, but then he surprised me by sitting up and pushing me back onto the bed. He kicked off his pants and underwear and reached for the button of my jeans. My eyebrows shot up but I let him pull the rest of my clothes off me, and I reveled in the thirsty look he was giving me.
He descended down with no preamble and took my dick in his mouth. My body jerked up toward the contact just like he had. I hadn’t expected him to take control so suddenly and certainly, but he licked and sucked and bobbed his head, and had me squirming beneath him in minutes.
Damn,he was good at it. My hand moved and found the back of his head, but I didn’t push him, I just let him do what he wanted because what he wanted was obviously to get me off. I was a little surprised when I saw him reach down and start stroking himself. My first thought was,oh, to be young again, but my second was the realization that he was so turned on bymehe was already hard again.Imade him hot enough that he was going to come twice in a matter of minutes even though we’d just met at a photo shoot a few hours ago. I didn’t want him to come like that, though, I wantedmore. More togetherness. More of him. We hadn’t had time forany prep and I didn’t even have a condom with me, because none of it had been what I expected of my trip. Idid not doone night stands. If it was all I could get from him, I’d take it, but I already wanted more of him in every way, not just his body.
“Come here,” I ground out, though it came out half a moan. He popped off my dick and released his own, looking at me shyly even though he’d just taken the lead and sucked me like no one else on the planet existed. I moved and piled the pillows up against the headboard so I could sit up. I patted my outstretched legs. “Here, sit. Let me touch you again.”
He swung a leg over and sat down on my lap, his hard cock close to mine. I ran my hand up and down it a few times, and he let out a soft moan. “Closer,” I whispered. He scooted forward and I gripped his dick against mine, using our precum as lube to run my hand up and down our lengths together.
“Oh, f…fuck,” he whimpered, grabbing my shoulders as he started to rut into my hand. The feeling of his hard dick sliding across mine, slippery with precum, and their similar sizes allowing them to slide together perfectly in my large hand was almost too much. I let out a cry, gripping us even more tightly and moving my hand faster.
His mouth was open as he moved on my lap, his face shiny with sweat that was plastering his hair to his forehead. The little whimpers and pants he was letting out made me groan. I watched his abs tense as he thrust into my hand and I shuddered. “God, you’re beautiful,” I said in a hushed whisper. His eyes closed and he moaned, gripping my shoulders tightly.
His forehead fell to mine and his eyes opened for a second, looking me in the eye. Then they slid closed again and he went in for a sloppy, breathless kiss. “Fuck, Sam,” he whispered.
The feeling of his slick dick against mine, letting out a jerk here and there, mixed with waiting a while and already watching him come undone once, gave me no chance of lasting as long as I wanted to. I tipped right over the edge without warning. “Oh, shit. Oh. Devon.Fuck.” My body shuddered again as my hips thrust upward and my cum spilled out over my hand and his cock. He cried out at the feeling, his eyes opening and watching as I came apart below him.
He let out a desperate little, “Mm,” right before his back arched beautifully and his head tipped back. He breathlessly whispered my name again right before his dick pulsed in my hand for the second time that night, his cum mixing with mine in the most amazing mess I’d ever made. Hismovements slowed and his head dropped to my shoulder as I released our spent cocks and put my other hand on his back. We both sat there trying to catch our breath for a minute.
He finally sat up and moved off of my lap, his teeth already finding his lip again. I went into the bathroom and washed my hands, grabbing a towel to clean myself up before handing it to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as he tried to clean our mess off of himself, and he looked up at me uncertainly. “Uh…I guess I should…do you want me to go?”
That was the last thing on earth I wanted and the thing I’d been the most worried about happening. “No, I really don’t. If you don’t mind staying. How about that drink I promised you? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow, and I’d like to get to know you better.”
He looked a little surprised, but his eyes lit up. “Oh! Ok. Sure.” Maybe he wasn’t only after a one night stand, either.
We put our underwear back on but left everything else on the floor. We sat in my bed with glasses of wine and the TV on in the background. “So,” I said, “Where are you from? Where’s home?”
I knew he was from somewhere that wasn’t too far, but I was unable to hide my surprise when he said, “Greenwater Cove.”
I looked over at him slowly. “Are you serious?”
He scrunched up his eyebrows. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because I’m from Port O’Neil.” Our homes were twenty minutes apart. I wanted desperately to ask him out, to ask him on a real date. My hopes were at an all-time high. I paced myself, though, because I wanted to see if that was good news or bad news for him.
“Seriously?”He looked at me, opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.
I still wasn’t completely sure, but he looked happier than he looked terrified, so I took the chance. “Maybe we could meet up sometime? After your job here is over? Would you be home for a bit after that? I wouldn’t mind taking you on a proper date. I, uh, I had fun tonight. I’d like to get to know you, if you’re interested.” I knew I was attractive. I knew people looked, but I also knew he was a lot younger, he still had more options, and Ididn’tknow if he was after a real relationship.
His face broke into a smile. “Yeah, I’m definitely interested.” Then he started chewing on his lip again, even though he was still grinning.
I chuckled. “Are you still nervous? You could’ve fooled me ten minutes ago.” He just laughed. And blushed.
CHAPTER 05: DEVON
Sam asked me if I would spend the night in his room. He seemed slightly nervous to ask and made it clear that I didn’t have to if I wasn’t comfortable with it, but I didn’t want to leave. I sent Matt a text that I wouldn’t be back that night and he sent a whole bunch of texts in a row that started as excited and ended as a bunch of emojis that were innocent on their own but he made them dirty and I finally turned off my phone.
Sam left the TV on but turned it down, and we were facing each other in his bed while he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.He called me beautiful.The question still came, like I knew it would, but not in the way I’d heard it before.
“Can I ask you what happened? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s just that I can tell you’re insecure about your scars. You seem worried that…I’m not sure. You’ll be judged? Or that it somehow makes you unattractive? If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen. For what it’s worth, you’re quite literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
I met his eyes and he was looking back at me with an open sincerity, no hesitation, no glancing away. “Car accident,” I said softly. He was still rubbing my arm, a little more soothingly than before. “Yeah, I am insecure, I guess, especially since my ex suggested putting a bag over my head while we fucked. It was probably the worst thing anyone’s said, but not the only thing.” I decided being blunt was the way to go, since he asked outright, but his face darkened and fury burned in his eyes.
"Tell me this person’s name. I’d like to have a little chat with them.”
