by Kari Gregg
But not now.
Sam was as rigid as hickory.
He couldn't still be upset about Liv and him abandoning him Friday. They'd cuddled on the couch for hours already today, all three of them.
"What about you?"
Mitch jerked his head to meet Sam's hesitant gaze. Mitch's forehead furrowed.
"What about me?"
Mitch wouldn't have thought it possible, but Sam's body stiffened further. He damn near vibrated with tension. "Your voice was hoarse this morning." Mitch relaxed.
Oh.
So that was it.
He angled his jaw back so he could kiss the tip of Sam's raspy chin. He'd felt too sick to shave earlier—a first—and Mitch loved it when Sam was stubbled and scruffy.
"No lasting damage."
Sam's mouth thinned. "I'm sorry."
Mitch shifted so he could kiss the frown from Sam's lips. "I'm sorry, too," he said and settled back in his arms to watch the movie.
Sam's chest lifted and fell on an unhappy sigh.
His dick wasn't unhappy.
It prodded at Mitch's nestled butt as though it meant to drill a hole through his sweatpants. Eyes glued to the TV screen, heart thrumming in his chest, Mitch lowered his hand to untie the drawstring at his waist. He arched his hips forward to push the cotton down in back, revealing his fleshy ass cheeks.
"Mitch—"
"Fuck me, Sammy." Mitch pushed his butt back so that Sam's cock nested in his crack. "Slide right in."
Sam's dick twitched. "The lube is in the bedroom, so I won't be sliding anywhere."
"I don't need it." He tilted his ass to an inviting angle. "I don't mind." Sam's hand snaked from Mitch's stomach to hold Mitch's bared ass still. "You do need it and I mind." His fingers stroked Mitch, though, rubbed at the rounded curve of his butt. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."
Mitch looked up at him, a smile bowing his lips. "Oh, honey, you won't hurt me." He leaned up to nip at Sam's jaw. "I want you, too."
Sam shifted his hand to Mitch's mouth and he obediently opened his lips wide, sucking on Sam's fingers and lathing his palm with his tongue. Sam used his spitslicked hand to oil his dick. His body shivered. "You'll tell me? If it hurts?" But Sam already lined his cock to Mitch's puckered hole. Mitch had fucked without lube to ease the way before, many times. Some of those times had been painful, others merely uncomfortable, and still others had been explosively hot. Considering the frequent use Sam had made of his ass the past week, Mitch was betting on explosive, but even uncomfortable would be okay. As long as he made Sam feel good. And spooned on the couch, with only the seat of his sweatpants pulled down over his ass to bare him for Sam's prodding dick was one of the most erotic moments Mitch'd experienced all week. And it'd turned out to be an extremely sweaty, erotic, dirty fucking week. "Please," Mitch mumbled, hiding his face in Sam's biceps, stretching his hips back.
"Promise you'll tell me if it hurts?"
Mitch nodded, but he would've agreed to anything. He was that desperate for Sam to fuck him.
He didn't wait long.
Sam shifted his weight, his body leaning heavily into Mitch, and the head of his cock popped into Mitch's proffered hole.
Mitch gasped.
Sam moaned.
It didn't hurt. The ring of his ass burned uncomfortably, but he wasn't in pain.
"Okay?" Sam whispered.
"Yes," Mitch moaned.
Sam bent his head over Mitch's exposed nape, opened his mouth over the skin. His hips began a slow, steady rock that pushed his dick deeper and deeper. It was unbearable, the excruciating stretch of his cock splitting Mitch's ass wide. Good. Very good. Intolerably good. Mitch wanted all of him. When he wriggled, trying to work Sam deeper, Sam's hand clamped down on his hip to hold him in place. Sam raised his mouth over the patch of skin he'd been licking and sucking on Mitch's neck, but the penetrating thrusts didn't pause. "All right?"
"Yes." Mitch insisted.
"Then be still." Sam chuckled and lowered his lips back to Mitch's neck. Sam held him immobile to the slow, lazy fucking. When Mitch tried to move, Sam sank his teeth into Mitch's nape, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to stir Mitch's dick. Amazing, since Liv had worked it tirelessly all day. But Sam dominated him so smoothly, so effortlessly. Mitch's body was no longer under his control. Sam and his beautiful cock were calling the shots—and Sam loved it. Mitch did, too.
In every other aspect of their relationship, Mitch took the lead so assuming the submissive role, allowing Sam mastery over him when Sam fucked him, was so mindbendingly sexy. Liberating. All Mitch had to do was exactly what Sammy told him. He didn't have to think. He could immerse himself in the sensations, his emotions. Just feel. Feel Sam's fat cock cram his ass full.
Mitch panted.
Sam grunted and groaned into Mitch's nape.
Mitch cried out when Sam's teeth bit painfully deep. Sam lunged forward, grinding his hips into Mitch's ass, and his dick spit cum deep inside him. Moments later, Sam smoothed the stinging bite mark with his lips. "I love you," Sam whispered. "I do love you, Mitch." He patted Mitch's quivering butt, the partially erect length of him still lodged in Mitch's asshole. "You didn't come." Wondering displeasure laced his low voice. "I did hurt you." Mitch shook his head. "You were perfect."
Sam skated his hand under Mitch's t-shirt to play with the hair on Mitch's stomach. Did Sam know how much that turned Mitch on? Probably. "If I was so perfect, why didn't you come for me?"
Mitch sighed. "Liv's been exercising my dick all day." When Sam laughed, his cock vibrated in Mitch's ass and warm arousal streaked to Mitch's balls. "I might have one orgasm left in me—maybe. If you have enough patience. And you use your mouth."
Still chuckling, Sam abandoned Mitch's belly to nudge his chin, forcing Mitch's gaze to his. "You want more than my mouth." He teased nibbling, playful kisses at the corners of Mitch's lips. "You want me." He slowly withdrew his softening dick, then pushed it back inside Mitch's ass. "Like this."
"Yes." Mitch shuddered in his arms. "God, yes." Sam kissed him; let his tongue slide past Mitch's lips to explore his mouth. "I'm yours."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mitch left his ass bare, enjoying the sluggish drip of Sam's cum seeping out of his splendidly fucked hole as he rose from the couch. Sexy. He felt sexy in his t-shirt and sweats and Sam must've thought so, too, because he swung his legs over the side of the couch and reached for Mitch's ass, kneading both cheeks in his hands. He nudged the base of Mitch's spine until Mitch leaned forward. Then, Sam spread Mitch's crack wide.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this," Sam said and the hot wash of his breath tickled Mitch's butt. Mitch's muscles clenched under Sam's massaging fingers, arousal kindling his blood. "I love to see my cum leaking out of your ass." Mitch's head spun.
Sam's mouth opened over the curve of his butt cheek, where his fleshy ass met his thighs, close to Mitch's suddenly aching balls. Mitch tried to widen his legs, but the stretchy cotton only allowed him a few stingy inches. Enough.
Sam slid his fingers to Mitch's sac and fondled him.
Mitch moaned.
Sam licked.
Sam's agile tongue trilled along the curve of his butt cheek to his crack, dancing upward to slurp at sticky semen dribbling from Mitch's hole.
Mitch's eyes snapped shut, the air locking in his chest as fierce need spiked through him.
Sammy wouldn't have to suck him hard, after all.
His cock was already lengthening.
But it didn't seem like Sam's busy mouth was all that interested in his dick at the moment. Sam's tongue wanted Mitch's ass. Mitch obediently leaned farther forward as Sam pried his crack wider to make room for seeking lips. When Sam licked cum from the rim of Mitch's well-used ass, Mitch shuddered.
Sam hummed in husky satisfaction, lapping at Mitch's asshole like a kitten in cream.
Mitch's legs shook.
His chest rose and fell with increasingly labored pants.
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br /> Sam's fingers played with his balls, his tongue laved Mitch's ass so sweetly his hole puckered. Abrupt, screaming need shot through Mitch so frantically he felt like he was losing his mind. Sam's tongue stabbing into him, licking him clean from the inside out, felt that good. His hole ached and quivered under the wet, agile exploration, Mitch's senses whirling in spirals with each voracious slurp of Sam's mouth. Mitch shoved his ass back at Sammy. "More."
Sam fucked his tongue in and out, skimming his fingers from Mitch's balls to his very erect cock. He wrapped them around Mitch, stretching the cotton of his sweatpants to pump his dick while Sam's tongue worked his butt hole. Oh Christ.
Mitch's hand covered Sam's, halting his steady stroke. "I won't let you jerk me off, Sammy, no matter how deep you bury your tongue in my ass." Sam laughed against Mitch's spit-slick hole. "It got you hard, didn't it?" He kissed Mitch's crack, released his dick.
By the time Sam had pushed to his feet, Mitch'd turned to slide his arms around him. Mitch pulled him against his t-shirt covered chest and slanted his mouth over Sam's. Mitch ate at him, as greedily as Sam had eaten his ass. When he lifted his head, Sam's blue eyes had softened, glazing with reawakened hunger.
"Come to bed."
Sam let Mitch lead him to their bedroom, his hot stare skittering nervously from the tussled comforter and sheets.
Mitch linked his fingers in Sam's. "If you've changed your mind—"
"I haven't."
Mitch smiled, anticipation kicking his heart to a gallop. He lifted his hand, traced the line of Sammy's raspy jaw, threaded his fingers into his hair above his ear to tug his face forward. Mitch brushed his mouth over Sam's, kissed him in teasing licks and nips until Sam shivered against him.
"Please," Sammy whispered.
Mitch slanted his mouth over Sam's and his tongue glided inside to dance with Sam's. The younger man moaned, opening wider, his arms creeping around Mitch's waist. Mitch kissed him, made love to his lips. Sam's hands fisted the material of Mitch's t-shirt.
"Undress me," Mitch said and dove into Sam's eager mouth again. Sam ripped the shirt up, interrupting the kiss only as long as necessary to rid Mitch of loathsome cotton. Sam panted into Mitch's mouth, his tongue darting to twine with his. Sam squeezed Mitch's ass cheeks, pulling him into the cradle of his naked crotch, and Mitch groaned at Sam's growing excitement. Mitch rubbed his hard dick against Sam's, pulse thrumming at Sam's greed when the younger man jerked the waist of Mitch's sweatpants down. Mitch's cock sprang free. Sam pumped his hips into Mitch and Mitch sucked in a sharp breath when Sam's hardening dick massaged his own. Sam broke off the kiss to strip Mitch's sweats down his legs, lifting each of Mitch's feet to slide the pants legs free. Kneeling, Sam stared up at him, eyes hot and needy. "I want to suck you."
Mitch's mouth curved. He buried his fingers in Sammy's mussed blond hair, petting him. "Not tonight." He yanked his gaze to the bed. "Get on the bed." Sam's eyes lit with nervous fear, but he crawled onto the mattress.
"No, I want to see your eyes when I fuck you." Mitch turned him onto his back. Mitch stretched Sam's arms over his head, anchoring his wrists into their pillows. Exposing every inch of him to Mitch.
Sam's body was his.
All his.
To do with as he pleased.
And Mitch knew the younger man realized it, accepted it, with each gasping breath that stirred Sam's chest and the lush tremble that vibrated through him. Mitch used the lube on their nightstand to slick his fingers. He crouched above Sam, kneeing his legs apart. He smiled at Sam's quick intake of breath. "Relax," Mitch said, skimming his lips over Sam's shoulder as he gave Sam time to adjust to the brush of another man's body against his. "I'm not going to fuck you yet." He traced his tongue along the curve of Sam's shoulder, bit. Sam shuddered. "I want to play with you first." And he did.
He moved his mouth lower, planting soft and teasing kisses over Sam's chest until he found Sam's nipple, already pebbled. The younger man groaned, his body shifting beneath Mitch's at the pleasure Mitch brought to him. Mitch tucked his head into the crook of Sam's neck, took the weight of his body to free both of his hands to play and explore. One skated up and down Sam's thigh, so close to where Sam and his jutting dick most wanted Mitch's touch to be, and gently pushed his thighs wider. He stroked Sam's hip with the other, letting Sam feel the oily lube on his fingers. He angled Sam's hips up while he licked the skin that stretched over the shoulder muscles that had bunched when Sam's body stiffened.
Mitch rubbed his dick against Sam's.
Sam breathed his name, voice edgy with nerves and need.
Mitch nipped again at Sammy's shoulders and finally let his hand brush Sam's very hard cock.
Sam groaned.
Mitch smiled, easing his hips back scant inches to make room for his slippery fingers, which skimmed the curve of Sam's ass cheek. One by one, he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around Sam's wonderfully erect penis. Mitch made a fist around him, then squeezed. Released. Squeezed again, teasing Sammy with pleasure within reach.
Mitch traced the crack of Sam's ass with one finger, slowly up and down. Sam's tight hole constricted, but with each gliding pass, Sammy opened more and more to him, his butt hole blossoming to Mitch's touch like a newly budding flower. Sam shivered so violently, Mitch wondered that the man's bones didn't jerk out of place.
When Mitch pushed the tip of his finger inside Sam's virgin ass, he gave Sammy's dick a slow pump.
Sammy's body jolted beneath his.
"Shh," Mitch whispered. He kissed the back of Sam's neck, but both of his hands pumped lazily. While one pleased Sammy's very lovely cock, the other eased farther, deeper into Sammy's equally lovely asshole until the whole length of Mitch's finger plunged in and out of him.
Oh holy God, Sam felt so good panting and blowing out his nervous pleasure beneath him. "Okay?"
When Sam's head jerked to a sharp nod, Mitch increased the cadence of the hand pumping Sam's dick and inserted the tip of another finger into Sam's butt hole. Sam cried out, but his voice held no pain. Just surprise, maybe a little fear. His ass muscles tensed as rigid as stone when Mitch gently worked both fingers in. Once Sam's body had hilted both fingers, Mitch froze, waiting for him to adjust to the intrusion. "It's all right. Calm down, honey. I'm not hurting you." He licked the beading sweat from Sam's neck. Dizzy pleasure streaked through Mitch at the instinctive yield of Sam's butt to his fingers. Pride and wicked triumph settled low in his balls. "Am I hurting you, Sammy?"
Sam shuddered beneath him. "N-no. It just feels so . . . ." Mitch's mouth curved against Sammy's shivering skin. He knew exactly what Sam meant, the words he couldn't find to describe the feelings Mitch stirred in him. It felt so new, so strange, so different. Wonderful. But he held his pose, fingers buried in Sammy's ass, steadily stroking Sam's stiff dick, until the man's muscles loosened and his body waited expectantly under him, as pliant as melted wax.
"Better?" Mitch turned his head on the pillow to stare into Sam's dazed blue eyes.
"Yes." Sam's eyes brimmed over with trust, love, and desire. "Don't stop." He briefly tensed again when Mitch withdrew his twin fingers and gently tunneled them back into Sam's ass. Sam's body didn't go rigid like before, though, and his muscles uncoiled as Mitch continued working his fingers in and out.
"Give me your mouth," Mitch said and Sam eased his lips forward, offering himself to Mitch's kiss.
Mitch nipped at his lips, laved the small injury with his tongue, and swept inside. Long minutes passed. Sam's breath quickened. His body relaxed and Sammy surrendered himself to the consistent pumping of both of Mitch's hands. Mitch's stomach clenched.
Sam's ass was so infernally hot and unspeakably tight. His hole clamped around his thrusting fingers like a vise. Mitch was deathly afraid that even warming him up, stretching his butt with gently fucking fingers, wouldn't prevent Mitch's cock from tearing Sammy's tender ass when Mitch eased into him. Mitch needed Sam. Mitch's hunger seared his nerve endings and sucked all th
e air from the room. Mitch knew that once this first, difficult fuck was over, Sammy would enjoy having his ass plowed every bit as much as Mitch did. But Mitch didn't want to hurt Sam any more than he had to. He poised a third finger at his grasping hole. "This might be uncomfortable," he said through gritted teeth, when he tore his mouth from Sam's. "If I don't loosen you up now, I'll hurt you more later. But if it's too much, if you need more time, I want you to tell me. Understand?"
Sam nodded.
Mitch stroked Sam's dick faster to give him more pleasure to combat the discomfort and forced the tip of his third finger into Sammy's tight asshole. Sam grunted, winced.
Mitch's chest heaved. "Sammy?"
"No, it's okay," he said, his voice a hoarse growl. "Keep going." Sam took the length of his fingers far easier than their combined girth. It was just too damn bad Mitch's dick was so fat. The tension of Sam's jaw smoothed, though, as Mitch fucked his fingers deeper. The helpless arch of Sam's hips into his palm told him that, for now, Sam's pleasure far outweighed any pain and gave Mitch an idea. He poised his fingers at the rim of Sammy's stretching butt hole and simultaneously stopped rubbing his cock.
Sam moaned low in protest.
"Fuck my hand," Mitch told him.
Panting, Sam pushed his hips back on the first stroke—
Impaling his sensitive ass on Mitch's waiting fingers.
Sam jerked, his face twisting to a surprised grimace.
Mitch bent over Sam's sweaty shoulder, kissed it. "Control your thrusts, sweetheart," he said and rubbed his chin over Sam's skin. "How much you take and how fast you take it is up to you."
Sam stared at Mitch. His lashes fell, his gaze on Mitch slumberous and so achingly sexy as he pushed his hips forward so Mitch's palm stroked his cock, then slowly pulled back to skewer his ass with Mitch's fingers. Forward, then back again, Sam set a steady, careful rhythm that set Mitch's pulse to roaring in his ears.
"You are so beautiful," Mitch whispered to him, his heart full. The uneasiness faded from Sam's blue eyes, replaced by wild heat. His hips pumped faster, the speed of Mitch's fingers in and out of his ass racing now. Sammy stared at Mitch, humping his hand, his hole flaming and clasping at Mitch's fingers. The double stimulation was too much for Sam. His body stiffened. His teeth clenched. His stunning blue eyes blanked.