Wyatt's next argument was to lean in, nuzzle his neck and nibble on his earlobe. "Does this sweeten the deal?" Wyatt whispered making Sam shiver.
His lips brushed over his cheek then to his temple. Reaching his ear, his mouth formed Sam's name just before he took his earlobe between his teeth. Sam moaned and went boneless, unable to do anything but say, "Yes, please."
Wyatt nipped at his earlobe then his lower lip before he owned Sam with a smoldering look. In a low whisper, he warned Sam, "We better take this to my bedroom."
Caught up in that lustful gaze, Sam was so completely in his power. He would go with him anywhere. They were just going to his bedroom, but as far as Sam was concerned, Wyatt might as well be driving him off a cliff.
Despite his fear, Sam was letting himself be taken deeper. The darkness of Wyatt's room did give him pause. The room brightened only a little as Wyatt flicked on a single bedside lamp. It gave just enough light for Sam to see the bed. He found himself irresistibly drawn to it and all the blazing hot memories it held for him.
As he went over to the bed, he heard Wyatt shut his bedroom door and he turned. Wyatt was watching him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"That's where you belong," he said to Sam, his voice thick and low.
Sam's heart was already beating so fast, but at his words, his heartbeat became thunderous in his ears. He needed Wyatt so much. "Get over here and prove it," he challenged him.
A wicked gleam in his eyes, Wyatt approached him. Grabbing hold of Sam's hips he tugged him closer. Sam threw his arms around his neck and hugged Wyatt hard. Wyatt embraced him even tighter, almost crushing him then lifted him up. Wyatt kissed him then lowered him to the bed.
Drawing back a little, Wyatt took his shirt off. He then just stood there, stared down at Sam and breathed. Moving up on the bed Sam sat up then pulled Wyatt down on top of him.
"This is where you belong," Sam told him then held him tight, wrapping both his arms and legs around him.
With a hard kiss, Wyatt pressed him into the mattress then got him out of his clothes. While Wyatt distracted him with fondling and kissing, Sam only managed to unzip his fly and push his jeans and boxers off his ass so he could grope him.
Wyatt had to sit up and get his jeans off the rest of the way himself. He then got back down on top of Sam and started planting kisses over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his earlobe, working his way to his lips.
Wyatt then took hold of his hands and raised them up stretching Sam out under him. Arms pushed high over his head, Sam moaned. Their fingers were laced together while Wyatt's lips were feathery against his throat.
Wyatt's tongue licked over his Adam's apple, dipped into the hollow of his throat then down the center of his chest. His hands slid down Sam's arms as he inched down. His breath tickled Sam's skin, the coarse hairs at his crotch then his glistening cock.
The wet heat of Wyatt's cock was next, and Sam had to bite back a loud moan. His teeth gritted, he endured the pleasure of Wyatt sucking him slow but steady, not letting him come.
Trembling, overheated, needing Wyatt so much, Sam begged under his breath. Slowly stroking the inside of his thighs as he sucked, Wyatt encouraged his legs to part further then pushed them up.
He tongued his balls then his hole, and Sam wanted to scream. "You have to fuck me, please," he pleaded with Wyatt.
"All you had to do was beg," Wyatt teased him as he rose above him and got lube and condoms.
Sam glared at him but then he forgot why as Wyatt's fingers pressed inside him and he arched up for more. He didn't let Wyatt finger him for too long, he needed him now.
Sam anchored his legs on Wyatt's shoulders and gripped his ass. He couldn't wait to have Wyatt inside him. He was everything Sam ever wanted, and he proved it with every powerful thrust. Stretching and filling him, joining with him smothering his cries with deep kisses, Wyatt was his everything.
He didn't think he would want anyone like this after Brian and maybe not for a very long time. But now he clutched at Wyatt needing him closer, forever inside him.
The blood pounding in his ears was keeping time with the hammering of Wyatt's body against his. The incredible rhythm burned through him and set his whole being on fire. He looked up at Wyatt and he wanted to show him how much he was wanted.
Stopping him, Sam flipped them over and got on top. Wyatt huffed as Sam straddled him and aimed his cock at his hole. He started riding Wyatt slow then bouncing hard on top of him, every inch of him screaming for release.
He could feel Wyatt rise to meet him, drive deep inside and he couldn't hang on. He was coming while Wyatt found his release inside him and grunted through gritted teeth, "Fuck, Sam. Fuck."
His breath knocked out of him, Sam was gulping air then falling into Wyatt's arms. His forehead dropped to Wyatt's as he panted, eyes closed, mouth parted and needing to be kissed.
The kiss was long and slow, reaching deep inside him. Sam wanted to live that kiss with Wyatt's tongue entwining with his and his arms locked around him. He wanted this moment of satisfaction and belonging to last forever.
Chapter 26
Since he and Sam had made up, the two of them had been working diligently as volunteers. Now they were almost done with the last painting job for the festival. Early today they were putting the finishing touches on the last float, then they were going fishing with Mr. Jasper in the afternoon.
Unlike the boys, Wyatt wasn't excited about the fishing, but he was up for anything as long as Sam was going to be there. Things between them weren't a hundred percent settled though. Wyatt could sense Sam holding himself back, but at least he wasn't avoiding him. When it came to Sam, slow and steady seemed like the way to go. Too bad that wasn't Wyatt's style at all.
