20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Rory

Samuel's words . . . I couldn't believe them, but his kiss . . . His kiss told me everything I needed to know, and it made my knees buckle.

I don't even know how we ended up in the bedroom. My only focus was being with him, having more of his kisses, and then becoming one.

Now, we're both breathing hard, and I love the weight of his forehead on mine. I pull back to look him in the eyes because I need to check if he's telling the truth. And in them is a mixture of lust, desire, and sincerity.

My discomfort eases a bit, and I gladly welcome his lips when they take mine in another hard kiss that brings my excitement up a notch. I lean into the kiss, giving as good as I get, and I'm over the moon when the sound of our ragged breathing fills the room.

I need him now. I need to feel alive again.

I move away from the kiss, and push him until his shoulders are on the mattress and he's sprawled out for me to do as I please.

"Can I?" I ask, when surprise takes over his face.

Maybe he didn't expect me to be so aggressive, not after what happened on the sofa. Not after I cried in his arms because of John. But after what he said, and how easily he accepted me, I want him. I want to be inside of him.

"Yeah, all good," he says, opening his arms as if he's giving me access to all of him.

"Oh, God. If you do that, I'm going to come soon." His trust does something to me, unlocking doors I didn't even know were bolted inside me. I didn't know how much I needed someone to trust me. Seeing a man as reserved as Samuel opening up for me, giving me access to his body, to his heart, it's like the sun emerging from the clouds after a storm.

Mindful of his injuries, I don't push his leg up. Instead, I straddle him, and place my ass against his hard cock. The more I let my weight push him down, the harder it seems to get. I like it. I like the fact that everything I do has him wanting more.

Once I'm settled and I've made sure he's comfortable, I lean in until my chest is against his and my mouth is inches away from his. I enjoy his breath blowing on me, making me shiver in anticipation of his wonderful taste.

When he surges forward to plaster our lips together, I meet him halfway, and then push him down until his head is back on the mattress. Then I feast on his mouth, requesting entry by licking the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue. When he opens up for me, I plunge in, the same way he did when we had sex last time. He accepts me and everything I'm giving him, and is asking for more.

Our tongues duel in his mouth, and I don't stop until he finally surrenders and gives me permission to explore his mouth, until I'm satisfied. I take my time, caressing his front teeth, the top of his mouth, and every nook and cranny, until Samuel's taste is no longer his, but a mix of us together. Samuel's breathing guides me, helping me give him more pleasure until he's moaning as if made of sin and his ass is rising from the bed to rub against me.

Every time his breathing gets out of control, I raise my hips so he can't come before I'm ready for him to.

Once I own his mouth, and he's still waiting for me to drive us to the moon and back, then, and only then, do I pull his T-shirt off. Like last time, I can't avoid admiring his large chest, and those beautiful erect nipples asking for nothing more than my mouth on them. I throw the shirt behind my back, not caring where it lands, my eyes trained on the feast I have in front of me.

I look at him, unsure where to start, but he must misunderstand my hesitation because his hands come up to my face and move my head until our eyes meet again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm not sure where to start. You look so good. I just want to eat you," I say, blushing hard.

His chuckle, full of excitement, is a turn-on, and where to start is no longer a problem. I push his hands back onto the bed, and then lick a path from the middle of his chest to his right nipple, circling it until it's wet, and then I blow on it. Samuel's reaction nearly unsaddles me, but I press down until his ass is back on the bed. Then I return my attention to his nipple. I lick around it again, then back to the centre of his chest before I move to the other nipple and do exactly the same, eliciting the same beautiful reaction.

I scoot down a bit, and carefully sit on his legs so I have access to more of his upper body, and this time I move from the middle and lick a path, following his treasure trail until I reach the hem of his trousers. There, I play with his navel, drawing circles around it, then curling my tongue and finally diving into it, until Samuel's chest is rising rapidly. While I play with him, my hands work on the button of his trousers until it opens, then I pull the zip down, one tooth at a time, the only purpose of which is to have him begging me to go faster, to give him more. When he does, my heart nearly explodes with joy.

"Ro, more. Please."

His nickname for me nearly makes me come, so to reward him, I gently bite the spot I've just freed from his trousers. And in doing so I scratch his erection with my stubble, and his moan of pleasure fills the room.

I press my hand on my cock to avoid coming, because I'm defenceless against the sounds he's making. When I've regained control of myself, I resume the job of getting rid of his trousers and underwear. I need him at my mercy. I need to know his body as well as I know my own, and I want it right now. I can't wait for more of his sounds to fill the room.

Once the zip is open, I go up on my knees so that I can free him from his clothes. I knee-walk backwards until they're off his feet, and then I'm standing at the end of the bed looking at the work of art his body is.

I can't believe it's all mine.

I kneel at the end of the bed and place a kiss on the top of his foot. I take my time licking, gently biting, and kissing until I reach his ankle. Then I'm back on my feet, because I need to follow the path that'll bring me closer to his cock, now leaking so much that it's forming a wet patch on his boxers.

For a second, I lose track of my intentions, placing a knee on the bed so I can reach the hardest part of him. When I get my mouth on it, he arches up, as if wanting to feed me his length. I mouth it, trying to give him the pleasure he's looking for, but when he shivers and groans as if close to coming, I remove my mouth and look up at his face.

I love his scrunched eyes, how his mouth is open, trying to bring more air into his lungs, and his ragged breathing. They're all signs he's enjoying what I'm doing to him. I don't want this to be over too soon. I want it to last because I want to remember every single inch of him.

I pull back, and get acquainted with his shin and the light hair he has there. Like I did with his foot, I lick, bite, and kiss until I've covered every square inch. Then I move up to his knee and give it the same treatment, then up to his thigh, and the closer I get to his shaft, the more pronounced his trembling becomes. It's as if all the pleasure I'm giving him is concentrating there. All the while, I'm using my hand to stroke his other leg with featherlight fingers, to enhance his pleasure and make sure every part of him is taken care of.

Once I reach the place where his thigh meets his groin, I use the tip of my tongue to design a path that has Samuel's ass coming up from the bed once again. His displeasure at not finding anything to press his hardness against has him emitting an unsatisfied growl. Because I want to make him happy and I hate to see him so frustrated, and because I'm not teasing him at all, I place the palm of my hand on his erection and press until another kind of groan fills the room. I don't stop him when he tries to rub one out by moving against my palm.

But at the sounds coming out of his mouth, my neglected cock rears up. The pain, born by my dick trying to escape its confinement, has me removing my hand from Samuel, and working on my own trousers to give my shaft some freedom.

"No, please."

"Give me a second," I say to him, and then place a calming kiss against his leg.

"Ro, please, I need you. Make me come."

Oh, God, what he does to me should be illegal. I bounce off the bed to remove everything I'm wearing, and approach him, making quick work of Samuel's boxers. The sight of his cock jumping out and vibrating against his stomach nearly has me bending over to take him in my mouth. But then I remember I need lube, because once I'm back on the bed, I'm making him mine.

"Where's the lube?"

He points in the general direction of the bedside table, and I walk over to look for it, triumphantly returning just a few seconds later.

I don't waste any time and return to my position. I'd love to spread his legs and take him like that, but I don't want to injure him any more than he already is. So, I pat him on the leg and then hold it, so I can move it until he's lying on his side. Then I climb on the bed behind him, and I plaster myself against his body like I'm the big spoon. I pull on his cheeks, spreading them, and nestle my cock in between, humping him so I can spread my precum all over it to make my movements easier.

"Stop teasing and take me," Samuel says. His voice is all growly, as though he's losing patience with my teasing.

I love it.

The ache in my cock pushes me to make Samuel happy, so that I can come as well. But first I want to take care of him and make him scream my name, just like I did when the positions were reversed.

I gently ease his leg forward and make sure he's not in pain. The new position opens up his cheeks a bit more and gives me a glimpse of his tight hole, just waiting for me to play with it. I open the lube and squeeze some of it onto my fingers, spreading it around to make sure it's not too cold, and then place them at his entrance. I smear some on the outside, rubbing it until he relaxes. Only then do I breach him with my index finger. I push in until it's too tight to move, waiting as Samuel gets used to it, and then push it all the way in.

He hisses, and stiffens, but just for a few seconds, then as he relaxes, his hole relaxes as well, and that's when I begin moving my finger in and out, but never leaving him. When I can move easily, I take control of his cock with my other hand, and he arches into my hand when I grip it tightly. I remove my finger before inserting two, and when he comes down, I keep my finger there, and he opens until they are deep inside him.

I start an up-and-down movement on his erection, and I'm glad when Samuel begins moving his hips to seek his pleasure, but when he grunts in pain, I release his cock.

"Noooo. Why?"

Oh, how much I love the growls he emits. They go directly to my dick.

"Just stay there and let me take care of you. I don't want you hurting yourself." I kiss his shoulder, tracing a pattern with my tongue until he nods.

I resume the job of opening him up while I keep a light touch on his erection. I move my fingers in and out, scissoring them to create enough space to accommodate my length. When my fingers are entering him easily, I place three at his entrance and push them in with care. When he hisses again, I stop, only to resume when his hole releases the hold it has on me.

I angle my fingers and push in, trying to find the gland that will make him go crazy. I find it on the third try, and the loud moan coming from Samuel tells me how good it is for him. I keep moving my fingers and grazing over his sweet spot on every other pass.

"Ah, Ro. I'm going to come." Samuel's guttural groans nearly make me come.

I pull my fingers out and then line up my erection against him. I grip his hip to stop him from going wild, and then I slowly breach him. I stop when his passage becomes too tight again and give him time to adjust and relax. Once he does, I push all the way in.

I grit my teeth to avoid coming on the first stroke and take a deep breath. Once I'm sure I'm not going to spend myself immediately just from how hot he is, I move my hips to pull out until only my tip is still inside him, and then I push back in, making Sam moan again. The more he does, the more I saw in and out of him, my pace accelerating as much as the position we're in allows. I change the angle of my thrusts until I find Sam's happy spot. Then, when I'm there, I keep the angle and thrust inside him, hitting that spot repeatedly, making Sam a mess of need and whimpering pleas.

"I need you to come," I whisper in his ear, and then I use the tip of my tongue to trace the outer lines of it. At the same time, I grip his cock and thrust hard inside of him. Three, four times and then he's coming, hard and loud, hitting my hand and his chest with his seed. I keep pushing inside him, allowing his ass to milk me, until I'm coming as well.

I'm spent and happy. I relax against him, and close my eyes, tired and satisfied. Samuel's breathing becomes deeper, and when his soft snores fill the room, I let myself join him in the land of dreams.

A smile takes over my lips.

I can't believe how happy I am right now.