Page 61 of Chosen

“Queer Christmas?”

“It’s this annual production one of the local indie theatres puts on,” he explained. “I go every year with my friends. It’s basically just an excuse to do cabaret, with maybe some vaudeville thrown in, even though I could’ve sworn we all decided vaudeville was dead.”

“Wait. Do cabaret? Are you telling me that you perform in it every year?”

“Sometimes, when my friends peer pressure me into it.” Sam laughed again. “Last year, I did a Britney Spears number. I wouldn’t say it was good, but the crowd seemed pretty amused by it.”

“I would’ve loved to see you do that,” I said, genuinely in awe. “I don’t know if I could ever do something like that. I’d be way too nervous.”

“Don’t say that too loud around my friends or they’ll definitely put you on the sign-up sheet.”

“Do you think your friends would like me?”

“Are you serious?” Sam playfully scoffed. “Of course, they’d like you, Damon. They’d be all over you. An intelligent, gorgeous, compassionate Mountain Man? Please. It’s not a hard sell.”

“I can’t wait to meet them, then.”

Sam turned to look up at me. “I can’t wait for you to meet them, either.”

Just then, something shifted in the air between us, suddenly electric and real. Sam repositioned himself, moving so that his legs were on either side of my waist, his hands pressing against my shoulders. He pulled me down toward him, our lips colliding as his fingers slid underneath my shirt, exploring my bare skin with his every touch.

“I thought you weren’t in the mood,” I whispered in his ear.

“Things change,” he whispered back. “A bottom reserves the right to change their minds.”

I lightly chuckled as I kissed him again, my tongue pressing further into his mouth. As I deepened the kiss, my hands went toward either side of his face, keeping him in place under me as I did.

“In that case,” I started. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You,” he answered. “Always you.”

Before I had a chance to say anything else, I felt Sam’s hand on the crotch of my pants, his palm running along the length of my cock behind the fabric. I groaned at the feel of it, my body so responsive to his every move.

“What do you want me to do, sir?” he asked, his hand casually circling my cock. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“I want you to stay right where you are,” I instructed, pushing him back against the bed, making sure his hand was now at his side. I reached down toward my pants and boxers, sliding them down to my ankle before they were sitting at the edge of the mattress. I reached for my shirt next, quickly pulling it off and letting it fall to the bedroom floor.

A few seconds later, and I shifted up Sam’s body, not stopping until the tip of my cock and his mouth were perfectly aligned.

“Take my cock in your mouth,” I commanded. “As much as you can.”

Sam nodded before he complied, taking every inch of my shaft between his lips. When my cock was fully inside him, I started to move, barely giving him enough time to react. Sam’s eyes seemed to go wide with realization as my hips pumped against him, fucking his mouth with a steady rhythm. A few moments later my hands were pressed against the wall above the bed for balance, slamming against his mouth harder than before, my movements more forceful and less predictable.

“Fuck… Fuck…” I groaned as I pounded into his mouth again. “Your mouth feels so fucking perfect. So fucking good.”

Sam groaned in response as he looked up at me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Fuck.

It was always so fucking hot when he did that.

A few more pumps into his mouth, my shaft sliding between his lips again and again, and I was done for. I moaned out his name as I finished, my come filling his mouth and flooding his tongue. My handiwork became even more obvious when I noticed my come spilling out the sides of Sam’s mouth, before he started to cough and gasp for air.

“Fuck. Sorry,” he apologized, with the wave of a hand. “Usually, I’m better about… you know. But I think you fucking my mouth like that caught me by surprise.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” I grinned. “I love seeing you like that, overwhelmed by my cock, overwhelmed by me.”

“I mean, I’m not that overwhelmed,” Sam teased, as he brought a finger up to the side of his cheek, casually swiping my come back into his mouth.

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