Page 80 of Chosen

“Yeah? What are you going to do?” I grinned again, moving close enough to him to lick a stripe of wine from his chin up to his forehead. Just then, Sam took a step away from me, heading toward the kitchen himself.

“Sam! Don’t even think about it!” I said, as I followed close behind him. But just as I rounded the corner, I was met with a splash of beer right to my face, its dark taste slipping between my lips.

“Something wrong? I thought we were celebrating?” Sam lightly chuckled. “Just like they do on TV, right?”

“Oh, you are in so much trouble!” I chuckled now, too, as I pushed Sam against the kitchen counter. Both of us were barely able to catch our breath, laughter still escaping our chests even as I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. It was clearly a game for both of us, a power play that we enjoyed acting out whenever we got the chance.

And yet, it never seemed to get old. Being with Sam was always just as exciting as the first time, my hands on his skin just as thrilling, my mouth on him still eliciting the same excited moans and gasps. It was the kind of cycle that I hoped we’d get stuck in forever, always impressed by each other, always in awe of each other, too.

“Damon…,” Sam murmured, my body pressing against his, relentlessly rubbing the crotch of my pants against the zipper of his jeans. I could tell that he was already hard, just like I was, too, our bodies always so quick to respond to each other. I growled as I pushed against him even further, wanting to give him no room to escape, no room to think about anything other than the pleasure that had to be coursing through his veins.

“Sam…,” I murmured his name right back, as I greedily licked at his skin, loving the sweet taste of Moscato mixed with him, my tongue unable to tell where Sam ended and the wine began. Unable to help myself, I made a trail down his chest, hastily pulling off his shirt as I continued with my need to lick every part of him, to taste him in full. Sam whimpered as I circled his nipples with the tip of my tongue and gingerly made my way down his abdomen.

When I arrived at the bulge in his jeans, I unzipped his fly and edged down the hem of his jeans, just enough to see the fabric of his boxers. I then circled my tongue around the stain at the side of his boxers, an obvious source of his precome leaking through his shaft.

“Fuck… Damon…,” Sam whispered, just as I brought a hand between us, my palm casually working the length of him through his boxers. “Oh, my God…”

“Does that feel good, Sam? Do you like it when I move my hand like this?” I asked, my palm gripping his cock now, sliding up and down his shaft.

“Yes… I like it…”

“You like it what?”

“I like it, sir,” he replied, throwing his head back in absolute ecstasy. “Fuck, baby. Don’t stop…”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I said, my voice low, as I continued to stroke him, loving the way he was falling apart right in front of me. When it was clear that he was getting much closer than I wanted him to get, I pulled my hand away, loving the way a sudden look of disappointment came over his face, too.

“What? Why?” He groaned as he looked over at me. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t have to do something wrong for me to change my mind,” I said, with a small grin. “Sometimes, I decide that I don’t want you to come a certain way through no fault of your own. You should know that by now.”

“Fine.” Sam pouted. “How were you wanting me to come, then?”

“Good question…” My words trailed off as a million thoughts raced through my mind, all the different ways that I could take Sam, all the ways that I still wanted to take him, too.

“What do you think the neighbors are up to?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“The neighbors? I’m pretty sure they’re both out on either side. They were posting about renting the places out while they were gone but I’m not sure if they actually found any takers. Did you know that they like to vacation together? I didn’t know people actually did that in real life—”

I interrupted Sam’s explanation as I took him by both hands, leading him over to a nearby window in the living room. It wasn’t exactly a floor to ceiling situation, but the window still had a very good view of the woods and even better, the night sky. Moonlight filtered into the living room as I gently pressed Sam against the window, the front of him on full display.

“Damon? What are you—”

I didn’t let him finish speaking as I pulled his jeans down the rest of his way, taking his boxers with them, too. By the time I moved back up, Sam was completely naked at the window, his skin pressing against the glass. I wrapped an arm around his waist as my hand went back down to his bare cock, slowly stroking him.

“Fuck…,” Sam whimpered, his hips steadily moving against my hand, effectively fucking my fist as I slid my palm up and down his hard cock. “Damon… I don’t…”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t want anyone to see me like this…,” he murmured, his cheeks burning red as he spoke. “What if someone—”

“No one’s going to see you like this,” I assured him. “No one but me. You’re mine, Sam Watson. You understand?”

“Yes… I understand…” Sam groaned out his response, his hips still moving against my hand. “Damon… I’m all yours…”

After he spoke, I started to stroke him faster, knowing I was going to push him right over the edge. Sam gasped as he finally exploded for me, his come spraying across the glass window, his body shivering against me. I waited until he caught his breath, until he thought he was safe and sound, before I made my next move.

“Damon!” Sam let out another gasp by the time I was on my knees, my hands already spreading his cheeks as my tongue licked along his hole. “Fuck!”

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