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“We don’t have all day,” I hiss, forcing myself to slow down.
There’s a twinge of pain from his bite that catches me off-guard and then a smack on the side of my ass cheek. He takes the flesh in his hands and squeezes, digging his nails into the skin.
I give up trying to take my time and quicken my pace, moaning every time he’s fully seated inside. Sam’s head falls back with a growl, making me fuck him faster - harder.
“I missed you,” he breathes. “Missed… this.”
“Me too,” I croak. My breaths are shallow and quick, and I ride him, knowing the orgasm is close, threatening to escape any second.
The chair squeaks underneath us, lifting on the front legs, and I pause, afraid we’ll fall over. Sam grabs the side of the workbench, holding us in place.
“Don’t stop,” he orders. “I’ve got it. Keep riding my cock.”
I do and in seconds I’m crying out his name, the sensation cresting in the perfect climax.
“Fuck,” Sam growls, holding me against him while he spills himself inside me. I’m holding my breath, letting the feeling reverberate through my body, thinking only of us and this perfect moment of bliss.
I fall limply onto him, my weak limbs misted with sweat. His arms wrap around my back, and I rest my head on his shoulder, letting out a slow exhale. We catch our breaths together, pulling each other closer.
This can’t be the last time we’re together. We can’t have our last happy memory be stolen moments in a storage room. The worry sends an ache into my chest, starkly different than the elation only moments before, and my head spins from the whiplash.
“I don’t know how I’m going to let you go,” Sam admits.
“You’re still inside me.” I smile to myself, trying to add levity to the moment, knowing his words are true. In minutes, we leave each other, surviving in this place alone.
“I know but—”
“We’re still in this together,” I cut him off, sitting up and grabbing his face. “Together.”
“I know,” he says. His eyes search mine, and he covers my hands with his. “You look better. Healthier.”
“It was a low bar,” I joke, lifting myself from Sam, staring at his beautiful naked body. I wish more than anything we were back on the island, sitting in our room after a night together. “I was pretty beat up. We all were.”
“We’ll need our strength,” he adds. “For whatever comes next.”
I can’t bear to tell him how right he is, how Dean is barreling towards us, threatening what little safety we have down here.
“The last global killer was weeks ago,” I sigh. “We won’t be stuck down here forever.”
He grabs his uniform, his eyes moving from mine. The way he stiffens and doesn’t respond sets off alarm bells in my mind. I step into my uniform and pull it over my hips, giving him the chance to say more.
“Have you heard anything about going above ground?” I ask. “Or letting people see the sun again. It’s out there.”
Sam brings his jumpsuit over his tense shoulders and picks up the fallen drawings from the floor.
“You’re working on this floor, I’m guessing. You haven’t picked up any gossip?” I push. “I just woke up. Help me out here.”
Sam pauses, both hands on the workbench, staring at a blank wall.
“They say the storm’s raging still,” he sighs.
“That’s insane. Maybe the last one is the worst and—”
“It’s not,” Sam cuts me off. “It’s all lies to keep everyone trapped.”
I move closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. “What do you mean?”
“No one’s leaving this place, Rowan.” Sam bites out. “Not ever.”
