Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Rule breaking in three…two…”
“Come here.”
“Thank fuck. About time.” Sam walked over to me and stood between my spread thighs. When I lifted my arms, he tugged my tee over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“Take off my pants.”
“You’re a bossy little shit today, ain’t you?” He grinned, knelt, and worked open my pants. I watched him move, lifted my hips, and as he tugged off my clothes, I wondered about the ring he always wore on his thumb that had helped me identify him.
My erection jerked against my stomach, precum at the tip. Sam flung my jeans behind him, not seeming to care where they landed. “Jesus, you’re so goddamned sexy. Sometimes I still can’t believe I get to touch you…like, how is this my life? That a beautiful, sophisticated man is in Ryland and wants me of all people; Sammy Joe Saunders, who everyone knows doesn’t quite fit even if they don’t understand why. Who everyone goes to when they need something, but don’t nobody do anything for me.”
My heart stumbled. He was right, I knew he was, but it was a whole other story hearing it, knowing he felt that way deep inside. Knowing people took advantage of him, that Sam was both the scapegoat and the one who tried to take care of everyone.
The guilt piled on, a rockslide with me at the base. Am I any different from the rest of them? played tag with What’s wrong? Because something was. I could see it in him, hear it in his voice and feel it in his stare.
“Don’t talk, Emerson. Don’t apologize or change your mind and go playin’ that martyr game again. Just tell me what you want me to do. You need this, and damned if I don’t too, so should I suck your cock? Want me to climb up there and ride you? Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it, not because I have to or for someone else, but because I want to. I want you.”
What are you doing to me? Don’t ask me to feel. Don’t let me ruin you.
“Straddle me.”
“That is a command I won’t be disobeying.” He winked, then did as I said, his knees on the cushions, one leg on each side of me. Our cocks touched between us, his warm and hard against mine. “What ya gonna do with me now?” Sam asked.
I plucked the bottle of lube from the couch beside me, squirted some into my hand, then gave it to him. “Get yourself ready for me.”
“You want me to do it for you?” He flushed that pretty shade of pink.
“I do.”
“That’s not, um…somethin’ I’ve done to myself in front of anyone before. Guess you’re lucky I want you inside me so much.”
“I guess I am.”
I wrapped a hand around his erection and started to stroke as Sam reached behind himself. I wished I could see it from this position, see him slip his fingers in the tight ring of muscles. Watch him stretch his pretty, pink hole for my dick.
But I did feel his hot length in my grasp. Saw his eyes roll back. Heard his hoarse, “Fuuuuuck,” as his warm breath caressed my face.
“Do you like that? Like finger-fucking yourself for me? Getting yourself all ready to ride my cock?”
“Yep…hell yeah. Feels sorta…don’t know…powerful. Like I’m taking responsibility for myself and my pleasure.”
Jesus, the honesty in him tied me in knots, made me step out of myself and act like I was someone else.
I used my right hand to jerk him off, my left to cup and play with his balls. “You have a big load in here for me, don’t you? You want to shoot it all over my chest…my face, empty your nuts while I fuck your ass.”
“Yes…God yes.”
“How’s your hole doing? You getting that pretty little thing all ready for me to wreck?”
“Christ, that might be the hottest question anyone has ever asked me, and yes, hell yes.”
“I’m in a needy mood today,” I admitted. “Ask me. I want you to ask me to fuck your hole. Ask me to take you.”
“Fuck my hole, Emerson. Take me.”
Need overtook me, like I’d been possessed by it. I pumped lube into my hand, trying to focus on him, to hear him or anything over the rush of blood in my ears. I slicked myself up just as Sam pulled his fingers out of himself. “Sit on my dick. I want you.”
An expression I couldn’t read flashed in his eyes, and then he was doing as I said. I held the base of my cock as he began to lower himself on it.
My heart battered against my chest wall as his hot, tight body slowly, so fucking slowly I thought I could die, lowered around me. He was perfect, more than I deserved, but while he was offering, I would take what Sam could give me, hold it tight to tide me over for when we said goodbye…because I couldn’t keep him. He would never really be mine. Not when I didn’t deserve him.