Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
As soon as we got back to our room, Sam took our host’s advice and started stacking kindling in the fireplace, from a basket of supplies beside the hearth. Meanwhile, I took a quick shower. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around my hips and started to get ready for bed. I’d just finished brushing my teeth when Sam knocked on the half-open door and asked, “Can I come in?”
“Of course.”
He came up behind me and dotted a line of kisses across my shoulders. When I turned to face him, he picked me up and sat me on the marble vanity. Then he began to comb my hair. I said softly, “No one’s done that for me since I was little.”
“Do you like it?”
“Very much.”
“Good.”
“Why are you doing it, though?”
He shrugged and offered me a sweet smile. “Because I like taking care of you.”
After he finished combing my hair, he brushed his lips to mine. I slid my hand around the back of his neck and added some heat to it, which made a little growl slip from him. His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
That made me laugh, and I admitted, “I’m not gonna lie, this caveman shit turns me on.”
“Good to know.”
He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the mattress. Then he knelt between my legs and unfolded the towel one side at a time, like he was unwrapping a present. It felt good when he ran his gaze down my body and murmured, “You’re so gorgeous, Andy. You take my breath away.”
Sam kissed me again before sliding down my body and lifting my legs up and out. He licked me from my hole to the tip of my cock, which sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. Then he did it again before starting a blow job so intense that it made my toes curl.
I rested my legs on his shoulders and let myself lie back and enjoy it. But after a while, I told him, “I need you to come in me.” As soon as I said that, he grabbed the lube.
I felt so safe with Sam that it was easy to let my inhibitions fall away. For the next few minutes, he drove me wild by fingering me open while he jerked me off. By the time he slid his thick cock into my ass, I was literally begging for it.
We clutched each other and moved in unison. Each rock of my hips met a hard thrust into me, driving him deeper. I loved everything about this, from the way he stretched me and filled me up to the look of wonder in his eyes when he met my gaze. He mumbled, “Fuck, Andy,” which was more than I could string together right then.
After a while, the rhythm of his thrusts became erratic, and he pressed his face into my shoulder to stifle a yell as he came in me. I started jerking off and planned to finish like that, but as soon as he slid out of me, he shifted around and started sucking me again.
Moments later, a huge orgasm slammed into me. I bit back a yell and shot down Sam’s throat before collapsing onto the sheets.
There was something I wanted to say to him. I wasn’t quite sure how to put it into words though, so I went with, “I think you’re wonderful, Sam. I just wanted you to know that.”
A teasing grin spread across his face. “That must have been a good orgasm.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“So, it wasn’t a good orgasm?”
“It was sensational, but I’m trying to say you’re wonderful in general and—look, can you just accept the compliment?”
“Fine. Thank you.”
“Thank you, too.”
He was still grinning. “For the orgasm?”
“For a lot of things, including the orgasm.”
His grin turned into a huge smile. “You’re welcome.”
The next morning, it felt so good to wake up in Sam’s arms. I’d done that for the past few days, but I was never going to take it for granted.
We lingered under the covers, cuddling and joking around and pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist. Eventually though, we climbed out of bed and started our day.
While Sam took a shower, I called Mom and Moira. As usual, I let them know we were safe and everything was okay. Also as usual, they both asked when we were coming home. I hated the fact that I didn’t have an answer for them.
When we went downstairs a little while later, we found Arden by himself, reading a book at the kitchen table. I asked, “Did Grady and his friends leave?’
He nodded. “They all either had to be at work or had stuff to do back in Portland. It’s nice when they’re here, but they never stay very long.”