Page 39 of No Strings Attached

“Even though my brain got stuck, deep down, I knew I wasn’t cutting you out of my life.” Sam slid his hand into Morgan’s. “I had no idea what was going on, and I was frightened, Morgan. After my talk with Dr. Baldwin, things started piecing together in my head.”

With a sigh, Morgan eased Sam into his arms after he settled back. “I would love nothing more than to claim you, Sam. It’s all my bear wants, too. But your back isn’t up for it, and I’m not going to mess with your recovery again. Dr. Baldwin would nail my balls to a plaque and display them in his office if I rush you into the clinic one more time.”

“He’s the one who said I’d heal faster if we bonded.” Sam couldn’t believe how hard he was arguing for this. “It’s also a catch twenty-two. You don’t want to claim me because of my injuries, but my injuries will heal faster if you claim me.”

“You’re not allowed to use logic against me.” Morgan ghosted his fingers over Sam’s arm. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you.”

Sam pouted. “You got me off in the shower, which was incredible, but we haven’t even kissed yet. You know how to bruise a guy’s ego.”

Morgan twisted sideways, slipped his hands under Sam’s arms, and gently lifted him, placing Sam on his lap. Now his legs were on either side of Morgan’s hips, and the thought that Morgan’s cock was right under his ass filled Sam’s mind.

His lips parted and his breath caught when Morgan cupped his face and drew him closer. Never in his life had he been this desperate for a kiss.

Their breaths mingled, Morgan’s warm and steady against Sam’s faster, more erratic ones. Sam’s heart pounded wildly, his pulse racing as Morgan’s gaze dropped to his lips. Sam licked them unconsciously, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Morgan’s grip on his face tighten slightly.

“Morgan...” Sam breathed out his name like a prayer.

Morgan leaned in and pressed his lips gently, almost tentatively, against Sam’s. The kiss was tender yet electrifying, sending tremors through Sam and causing him to moan softly. He leaned closer, wanting more of the feeling that surged through him with every touch of Morgan’s lips. As if sensing his desire, Morgan deepened the kiss, his tongue delicately tracing the curve of Sam’s lower lip before boldly delving into his mouth.

Sam met him eagerly, their tongues tangling as he felt the heat radiating off Morgan’s body, the strength in his arms as he held Sam close. It was intoxicating, this feeling of being wanted and desired.

He wrapped his arms around Morgan’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he ground his hips against Morgan’s. Sam felt the hard length pressing against his ass, and he was dying to know what it would feel like to have that thick shaft buried deep inside him.

A soft, yearning groan escaped Sam as Morgan’s tongue explored his mouth with a hunger that matched his own. The guy glided his hands over Sam’s body, sending shivers through him and making him ache with need.

When they finally broke apart, Morgan lifted Sam off of him, gently laying him on his back. He thought that was all Morgan would give, until the guy rolled to his stomach and slid Sam’s underwear down his legs, tossing them aside.

Sam’s erection throbbed as it rested against his stomach, pre-cum glistening at the slit. Morgan looked up at him, locking gazes, and engulfed Sam’s shaft. As Sam threw his head back, a low, guttural moan ripped from his throat. He glided his hands through Morgan’s silky hair, scraping his nails over the man’s scalp as Morgan suckled the head of Sam’s cock.

He whimpered, his thighs trembling as Morgan took him deeper, using the flat of his tongue to trace Sam’s length.

Then Morgan suddenly got up, leaving Sam confused and desperate for more. The guy walked out of the room, his own cock erect and bobbing.

What in the hell just happened? Sam blinked several times, unsure what was going on until Morgan returned, a bottle of lube in his hand. He slipped back onto the bed, spread Sam’s legs farther apart, and squirted a generous amount of the gel onto his fingers.

Sam’s breath caught.

Morgan’s gaze was smoldering as he reached between Sam’s legs and probed at his hole. “You better tell me at any point if your back is bothering you.”

“Swear.” Goose bumps danced across his skin at the sensation of being full, even if was just with Morgan’s thick fingers. Sam’s eyes fluttered closed as he exhaled, and then he opened them, gazing up at Morgan’s large body kneeling in front of him.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Morgan lowered himself onto his stomach between Sam’s legs. His fingers remained deep inside as he brought his mouth back to Sam’s throbbing cock, taking it in hungrily. Waves of pleasure crashed over Sam, the dual sensations igniting every nerve in his body. He could feel the heat building in his groin and spreading up his spine with each expert touch from Morgan’s skilled fingers and mouth. There was no doubt in his mind that he wasn’t going to last long.

“Morgan,” Sam whimpered.

Morgan inserted a third finger, rotating his wrist and driving his fingers deeper inside Sam’s quivering body. The intense pleasure caused Sam to tilt his head back, gripping Morgan’s hair tighter. The tight suction of Morgan’s mouth on his sensitive skin had Sam rocketing closer to the edge of the abyss.

Sam cried out, his hips jerking as his climax shattered him. Morgan tossed an arm over Sam’s hips, limiting his movements as he swallowed Sam’s seed.

A loud buzzing filled Sam’s head from orgasming so hard. He sucked in deep breaths while Morgan pulled back, smiling at him. The guy’s fingers were still buried inside him, but they’d grown still.

“I think I’m addicted to your taste.”

If Sam could think right now, he would have given a witty reply, but his brain had melted into the side of his skull.

A groan escaped him when Morgan slid his tongue over his lips. “I could dine on you for hours.”

“Bring your fat cock here and I’ll do the same.” He tried to reach for Morgan, but his back twitched, so he dropped his arm to his side.

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