Page 74 of Pippin & Nacho

I spread my legs as I thrust deeper into his warm and wet mouth. “God, baby… more. I’m not gonna last long.”

He popped off and smirked. “Good. We’ll go slower later. Right now, I’m just hungry for you.”

Sam shoved a finger in his mouth, sucking on it. When he pulled it out, it left behind a long trail of saliva. He spread my cheeks with one hand and inched his wet finger inside my hole. “Uh… yes. Shit… more. Oh god…”

He thrust it in and out for a while before he attacked my dick again, sucking me like a goddamn straw. Once he pushed his finger in deeper and hit that soft spot, I fucking blew. My back leaped off the bed, and I clung to the sheets underneath me to keep from floating away while crying out.

My climax came out of nowhere. I’d never nutted that fast in my life.

“Shit, shit, shit…” I panted over and over.

My body shuddered from the aftershocks as my mind shorted out for a moment. Once I came back online, all my muscles and skin went numb.

“That was…” I couldn’t find the words to save my life.

Sam sat up, pressed his lips to mine, and shoved his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to taste myself, which was oddly hot.

“Best BJ ever,” I said when he pulled away.

Before I got a chance to reciprocate, he pulled out his cock, still wearing his underwear, spit in his hand, and stroked himself over my stomach.

“Don’t you want me to help you with that?”

“No,” he breathed. “No time.”

Watching him masturbate over me was fucking sexy as hell. His muscles rippled, and his mouth hung open, staring at his cock, waiting for the expected load to dump on me.

Sam growled again and threw his head back as he came all over me, spattering my chest, and some even hit my chin. Once he finished, he fell on me and groaned with his face in my throat. “God, that was fucking nice. I really needed that.”

I chuckled. “You should’ve let me handle that for you.”

“Too impatient.”

I snorted a laugh. “Apparently.”

After we got cleaned up, it was back to reality.

A cast still held my leg bones together, but the doctors said it was okay for me to move around more, watch TV, and play on my phone regularly. I’d been bored as fuck the past three weeks, and as much as I wanted to cheat, my headaches kept me from doing much. The doctors told me to expect lingering headaches for several more weeks and up to a year. It fucking sucked, but it was out of my control.

In two days, I had to go back to work, crutches and all, which was fine. I needed to be earning some money again. The gratefulness I felt that this small store allowed me to recover instead of firing me was overwhelming, and I became fiercely loyal to them. Stix probably helped with that, but still, they could’ve said tough shit.

Regardless, it was tiring, but sacrifices had to be made. It was the way of life, which was never easy and probably never would be.

While I’d recovered, Sam had been great. Did he struggle, forget, or overbuy at the store? Sure. But fuck if he didn’t try his best to do most of it on his own.

My being overbearing hit me squarely in the face. If I’d only let up a little bit of my control. I did sometimes, but Sam could do more on his own. I hadn’t been trying to be controlling, just protective. Looking at it from a different perspective, I recognized how I prevented him from being too independent. Despite all his trauma, he was resilient. Hell, he even fought his demons to visit me at the hospital.

Fuck, I loved him.

We sat at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches for lunch. Sam scrolled on his phone, oblivious to my staring. His red strands fell in his face, and he kept brushing them away. Then he’d wipe a crumb away from his mouth. Watching him never got old.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

He glanced up from his phone with his bright green eyes.

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