Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"Matias," he whispered. "Please…"
It was the permission my mind and body needed to silence that little niggle. I opened my mouth over Sam's and wrapped both arms around him then drew him forward so our bodies were perfectly aligned. Sam moaned and opened for me when my tongue licked over the seam of his lips. Any doubts I might have had that he wasn't an active participant were wiped out when his tongue met mine and he eagerly kissed me back. Sam's hands were pressed to my chest, but they didn't stay there long. As the kiss intensified, his fingers skimmed over my pecs and then he was sliding his arms beneath mine so he could dig his fingers into my back.
Then things went into overdrive.
Sam's long fingers carded through my hair as he held me in place and took over the kiss. I was happy to cede control to him because it wasn't just his mouth that was consuming me. His entire body was engaged with mine. His hands were skimming up and down my back as he ground his hips against mine. The telltale sign of his erection only heightened my desire, but somehow I managed to let Sam continue to take the lead.
But that only lasted long enough for him to say my name again in that breathy way of his… the way that went directly to my dick. I let out what I could only classify as a growl as I grabbed the back of his neck and held him still while I took over the kiss. I walked him backwards several steps until his back hit the wall next to his kid’s bed. The added leverage drove my need up to a whole new level. I drank from his mouth like my very life depended on it. I couldn't remember even a single time that I'd been this possessed by a mere kiss. I'd been having sex since my early teens and kissing had always been at the bottom of my list of things to do when it came to foreplay. But with Sam, kissing might as well have been the main act. I was so hard that I suspected I could easily come just from fucking his mouth with my tongue the way I wanted to fuck his body with my cock. And based on Sam's reaction, he was equally as caught up in the way our mouths moved against one another.
Fortunately, Sam was so on board with what was happening that I didn't need to limit myself to just taking his mouth. I slipped a hand between the wall and his ass and pulled his hips forward so his groin was pressed against mine. I used my hand to control both the pressure and the pace as I began grinding against him. It didn't take long for Sam to take over and make my hand on his ass unnecessary. The heat in my body made it feel like I was going to go up in flames. It was too much too fast, but I still managed to maintain control of myself.
I couldn't say the same for Sam.
He was hanging on to me for dear life as he desperately pumped his dick against mine. Even through two layers of fabric, I could tell that he was as hard as me, if not harder. Based on the little cries that were falling from his lips even as he tried to continue to kiss me back, I suspected he was in even worse shape than me when it came to needing to find a release. I was proven right when Sam ripped his mouth from mine and looked down between our bodies. Then his crazed eyes looked at mine and he cried out, "Matias?"
He sounded so confused and scared that I actually considered stopping the whole thing. But I knew that wasn't what he really needed. I'd never had a guy get so lost in the need to come as Sam was right then. With any other guy, I might've enjoyed teasing him and drawing things out, but listening to Sam's little half sobs as he desperately tried to get himself off using my body wasn't something I was even remotely interested in doing. I had to give Sam what he needed like I needed to take my next breath.
"I've got you," I growled as I reached between our bodies and worked Sam's pants open. I could feel the sweat coursing down my forehead and spine as my own desire ticked up to a whole new level. Whatever was about to happen, I knew it would be fast and hard… and goddamn perfect.
The second my fingers closed around Sam's hot flesh, he cried out and threw his head back so it hit the wall behind him. As I began sliding my hand up and down his shaft, I slipped my free one between his head and the wall to keep him from causing himself any kind of injury. Because he was that lost in the throes of passion. An intoxicating mix of grunts, whimpers, and cries erupted from his mouth as I jerked him off. His fingers bit into my biceps as he clung to me. He thrust his hips to try to match the rhythm of my hand, but I had no interest in him trying to participate in the process.