Page 73 of Allegiant

“Show me,” I breathe, my hands clutching his biceps. “Show me how you dance in here when you’re all alone.”

His nostrils flare, and he wets his lips. But he doesn’t refuse. Instead, he kisses me again until we’re both panting. It’s then that he pulls away and settles me into a rickety chair, my cock hard and straining in my pants, but I adjust it, getting comfortable as he turns on some music, something soft and sensual as he picks up his axes.

His hips sway offbeat to the tune, the long handles in his hands as he starts to move. And even though he struggles to keep the rhythm, I can tell he’s enjoying this. His eyes close, his lips parting as he sways back and forth, his biceps bunching as he swings those axes around.

The sight of it should be ridiculous, but it just turns me on. There’s something about seeing him incorporate the thing I love the most with dangerous weapons…

I run the heel of my hand across my hard cock, my teeth biting into my bottom lip as I try to keep myself still, but it’s difficult. With him moving like that, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, his hips swaying, it reminds me of him fucking into me. The power of his thrusts. The cadence of his movements.

God, I want him.

The air grows warmer, and then the song on the speaker changes, his eyes opening. His gaze meets mine and then falls to my hand, the hand that’s rubbing my cock through my pants, powerless to stop.

There are two thuds as the axes hit the floor. Samson stalks toward me, falling to his knees before me and spreading my thighs wide. I gasp as my pants are ripped down, my hard length bouncing in front of him.

“Fuck, Row,” he groans as he takes me in. “I think I’m addicted to you. I want more of you. Always.”

My heart leaps into my throat. He doesn’t mean… He can’t…

I’m saved from spiraling by his mouth descending on my cock.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.”

All other thoughts eddy from my mind, leaving nothing behind but Samson sucking me deep into his throat. He gags, but pushes on. Taking me deeper. Sucking harder.

My loud groan echoes off the wooden walls as I twist my hands in his hair. God, he’s so good at this. So fucking good.

His hands shove under my ass, encouraging me to fuck his mouth. A satisfied grunt leaves him as I thrust upward. Fuck, Samson’s not the only one in danger of becoming addicted.

Not to him. Addicted to this. This pleasure.

Not Samson.

How I wish that were true, but I can already feel myself falling. I can’t let myself, though. I’ve only ever loved one person before, and that was in a platonic way. Losing him broke me.

If I let myself fall for Samson… If I lost him too…

I’d never recover from it.

His hands squeeze my ass, just once, and it’s all over for me. I gasp his name as I release down his throat. He swallows every drop, lapping at my cock until I hiss at the oversensitivity.

Finally he lifts his head. The sight of his wet chin and cheeks has my spent cock twitching. He’s so fucking hot.

I can’t wait a second longer. I shove him backward, and he goes willingly, his ass hitting the floor as I fall between his legs this time. My shaking hands fumble with his jeans, tugging the zipper down and taking him out. It’s my turn, I think as I wet my lips and pull the head of him into me.

He groans, his fingers curling into the ground beneath him.

My gaze crawls up his thighs and his heaving chest, meeting his dark eyes. His lips are parted, his cheeks red as I take him. He’s thick and heavy on my tongue, his length tunneling down my throat.

He doesn’t come as fast as me, but when he does, it’s almost violent, a roar leaving his mouth, his entire body shaking. When I pull off, he’s wheezing, his eyes blinking open and closed.

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” I rasp, my throat a little sore. I touch it gingerly, and his gaze darkens as I do.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. The opposite really. That was so fucking good.”