His kisses were soft, exploring. His hold on Sam was gentle. It would be easy to push him away and say, "Stop."
No. It was impossible. His gently encircling arms might as well be the tightest chains. Sam couldn't free himself from the way Wyatt kissed him, from the heat of his body only just starting to push against him.
Wrapping Sam in his muscular arms, Wyatt swung him toward the bed and laid him down on it. Sam wasn't sure what Wyatt had planned, and he was too out of his mind with wanting him to care. Right now he felt up to anything.
When Wyatt crawled over him and started kissing him and loosening his clothes. Sam let out a shuddering sigh as Wyatt's fingers inched under his clothes. Excited by Wyatt's touch, he was breathing fast.
Staring down at Sam with hooded eyes, Wyatt cupped his face. Wyatt's thumb pressed against his parted lips then swiped over them. "You're going to have to be quiet," he said to Sam then he kissed him.
Next he pulled Sam's t-shirt up over his head and then splayed his hands over his chest. His fingers drawing circles around Sam's nipples, Wyatt moaned low in his throat.
"I want to get to know you better, every inch of you," Wyatt said as he lowered his mouth to his chest and started sucking and nibbling.
While Sam bucked under him and stifled his moans, Wyatt's hands moved down to his fly. Opening it, Wyatt pulled his jeans down along with his boxers. Impatiently, Sam kicked them away.
He grabbed for Wyatt to bring him closer and to try and get him out of his clothes. He did it fumblingly while kissing him and grinding against him.
At the same time, Wyatt was groping him everywhere. His touch was sure and hot as it burned over every inch of his skin. It made Sam clumsy and desperate as he undressed him.
Finally Wyatt was naked and he took Sam's breath away. He was beautiful and he was kissing Sam like he would steal his soul.
As Wyatt's hand trailed down his chest and over his abs, Sam raised his hips, searching for the grip of his hand, the heat of it. Then it was there, the hardness of his cock resting against the palm of Wyatt's hand. As his fingers wrapped around, Sam surged into the tightness of his grip.
Stroking him lightly, Wyatt kissed his way down his body. His mouth open, so hot and wet, each kiss burned into him. After an eternity of kisses, his cock was finally surrounded by the heat of Wyatt's mouth.
When Wyatt started sucking, Sam was sure he would lose his mind. He definitely lost control thrusting into Wyatt's mouth then feeling him moan around his cock in pure satisfaction.
Each time when Sam was sure he would come, Wyatt slowed down to make it last. By the time Sam came, he barely remembered where he was. But at the last second he remembered not to yell and curse at the top of his lungs as he came down Wyatt's throat.
Nothing in his life had ever felt this good. Sam was exhausted and giddy with the feeling of it as Wyatt kissed him and murmured his name. He wanted to do that to Wyatt, make him feel just that good.
He wasn't sure he could, but that didn't stop him. Pushing Wyatt onto his back, he bit and licked his way down his chest. He wanted to devour him whole.
Wyatt was telling him to slow down, but Sam couldn't. He wanted to make him come so bad. He wanted to taste him, savor him and swallow him down.
Hungry for him, he licked the thick shaft and moaned around the head. Wyatt's balls were cupped in his hand, too tempting not to have in his mouth.
Each one got his attention while he stroked the shaft. Sam then kissed his way from the base to the tip and started sucking down the whole length of him.
It wasn't easy, but Sam wanted every perfect inch of that cock as far as he could take it. It felt scary and wonderful and he heard Wyatt groan in appreciation.
He pleasured Wyatt's cock long and slow, wanting to satisfy him down to his bones. Under his breath and through gritted teeth, Wyatt swore and told him he was amazing.
Sam hummed and sucked and worshipped his cock, until Wyatt warned him he was about to come. Looking up at him, Sam silently let him know that he was ready, that he couldn't wait to swallow every drop.
Gently, Wyatt cupped Sam's head as he fed him his come. Then he pulled Sam up and kissed him so passionately, he was sure he would come from it. Sam was that ready.
But Wyatt stopped kissing him to gasp, "Thank you. You're incredible. I'm never letting you leave my bed." Without breaking eye contact, he then leaned down to take Sam's aching cock in his mouth and he made him come once again.
They slept skin to skin, arms around each other, legs tangled. All night, Sam slept peacefully while Wyatt kept away the bad dreams.
Chapter 12
Finding himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling Sam was disoriented but not afraid. He didn't know where he was, but as he looked all around with bleary eyes, something kept the panic at bay. It was Wyatt sprawled next to him, breathing softly as he slept.
Sam smiled at the sight of his sleep ruffled hair, his parted lips. Last night he was so turned on, he forgot to be afraid and that was pretty incredible.
Leaning over the sleeping Wyatt, Sam was about to kiss him awake, but then he heard noises down the hall. He realized that the kids and the dogs must be up.
