Page 30 of Collision

“Damn.” I bite my bottom lip. I stand from the couch and hold my hand out. “Let’s go to my bedroom. All the important stuff is in there anyway.”

We walk down the hallway to my room. Sam takes in my space while I grab the lube and a couple of condoms from my bedside table. Potentially optimistic, but the last time we did this, he cut my rebound time in half.

When I turn around, I find him watching me. My face flushes a little at his inspection. He’s standing in the middle of my bedroom naked, yet I’m the one who feels exposed.

“Come here,” he says softly.

I go to him without a thought. He cups my face and kisses me reverently. How can he make me feel so cherished with only a kiss?

He walks me back to my bed and slowly presses me into the mattress while we kiss. His hands roam my body as if he’s mapping every inch of my skin. Then his fingers are pulling my briefs down my legs until I’m as bare to him physically as I am emotionally.

He moves down my body, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he goes until I’m strung tighter than a bow. Then he’s swallowing my cock, and I gasp at the sensation.

The click of the lube cap is quickly followed by probing fingers. I lift my legs to give him more room and am quickly rewarded with the wonderful dichotomy of pleasure and pain.

“Sam, you have to stop.”

He freezes and lifts his head. “I’m sorry, Carter. What do you need?”

“No, no. I just was about to come. I didn’t mean I wanted to stop altogether.”

His shoulders drop, and his wide grin makes his hazel eyes sparkle. “But isn’t that our goal?”

“I want you inside me first.”

“Your wish is my command.” He winks. His fingers slide out of me, and he quickly suits up. Then the head of his wide cock is pressing against me.

A little whimper escapes when the pressure of his entry becomes overwhelming.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” he says.

I exhale, allowing him to slip past the tight ring of muscles. We both groan the moment he slides all the way into me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sam moans. He stays still to give us both a moment to adjust.

“Please, I need you to move.” Desperation laces my voice. There’s so much pressure I think I might explode the second he thrusts inside me again.

“I’ve got you.” He slowly pulls out, then pushes back in with one smooth stroke.

My breathing stutters. His hips keep up the gentle glide, moving in and out of me with deep strokes.

“More. Harder. Please.” Full sentences are too much for my scrambled brain. They don’t seem to be necessary. Sam sits up and grabs my hips, thrusting into me until our bodies are slapping together. His cock hits me exactly where I need, and my brain blips out.

My orgasm crests the peak of no return. “Yes, yes, yes!” I shout as I grab hold of myself, matching his rhythm.

Cum shoots out of me, each rope landing on my abs and chest.

“Goddamn,” Sam groans as his thrusts get choppy until he shouts through his release. He collapses onto my heaving chest despite the mess. We both take a moment to catch our breaths. I trace his spine with my fingertips to help bring us down from the high.

Sam lifts his head and presses his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. “You’re incredible. That was incredible.”

“Agreed.” I want to ask him to stay, but I might cry if he says no.

“Can I stay? Please?” His hesitance eases some of my worry, and I smile up at him.

“I was trying to figure out the best way to ask. I’d love for you to stay.”

“Good, because I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

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