Page 84 of Pippin & Nacho

“Hurry, Star… need you, too.”

If there was any doubt or struggle with Sam wanting me, his words squashed them away. Not that I had any doubt—only if I did. His breathless, ‘need you,’ was nearly enough to do me in. I wouldn’t last long once I was inside him.

Sam pulled back his legs, and I eased my tip inside his hole. He shut his eyes and bore down on me, allowing me to slide right in. He was completely open to me. We were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

My eyes shuttered closed, and my body trembled. His tight and smooth heat wrapped around my dick like a loving hug had my balls drawn up tight already. No, I wouldn’t last long, and hopefully, one day, I could learn more self-control. I also needed to learn to be more controlling for Sam. He seemed to thrive on it. It made him so responsive.

I understood it, yet I didn’t. It helped him stay focused, but also, after what had happened to him, it still surprised me that he’d want to be controlled at all. But he asked for it, so I gave it to him. Anything for him.

To slow things down, I lay on top of him, feeling his heart thumping against mine, and kissed him. As much as I wanted to rush and pound into him, I slowly pumped in and out instead. I’d rather make love than just fuck. I waited years to have him and make him mine, so I would never take him for granted. Sam needed love, patience, and compassion.

His hands tangled in my hair, gently gripping it as our mouths and tongues danced and tasted.

“I love you, Sam,” I breathed on his lips.

“I love you… so much.”

My thrusting slowly picked up as I kissed his jaw and down his throat. He stretched his neck for me so I had complete access where I gently nipped him.

My skin flushed hot as I tried to control the arousal, pushing back my inevitable climax. Even at this slow pace, it was enough to do me in.

Just a bit longer. Hold out for Sam.

He hooked his legs at my back and pulled me deeper inside. My toes curled and my eyes rolled. Fuck… so deep.

“Right there, Star. Keep hitting there.”

I needed to talk to him, to say dirty and controlling things, but I couldn’t find the words, getting lost in his body.

I pushed myself up, picking up speed, and watched my Sam, the most precious person in the world to me, with his eyes closed and his mouth open, panting. His cock was red and leaking, but he didn’t even touch himself as he took me.

I sat farther back and unwrapped his legs, pushing them against his body, watching my cock move in and out of him. I’d never get tired of seeing that, and I hoped I never did.

Sam looked stunning lying there, taking me in. The level of love I had for him nearly suffocated me, and I had to force myself to breathe through it.

I was getting close. So close. The pressure grew too much, wanting to explode out of me.

“Stroke yourself, baby. Come around my cock.”

Sam didn’t hesitate to grab his dick and rapidly tugged on it, panting with his eyes scrunched closed.

“Yes, like that. I want to feel you tighten around me.”

Even after weeks since my accident, my body wasn’t one hundred percent, so I ached a bit and quickly grew tired, but I pushed through the discomfort. I thrust harder and faster, trying to hit that spot inside him, but I wasn’t sure if I did. Sweat broke out on my face and back as the impending orgasm hit me.

Suddenly, Sam’s ass turned into a vise, squeezing the life out of my dick as spurts of cum decorated his stomach and chest.

“God… Star,” he cried out.

My body shuddered before I couldn’t take it anymore. The tightness and heat of his ass milked my cock until I came inside him, pumping over and over. I pulsed. He pulsed.

Unable to hold myself up anymore, I fell on top of Sam, his panting breaths making my head rapidly rise and fall. His cum was sticky, but I didn’t care. We would shower together later.

His fingers traveled along my sweaty back, soothing me and pulling sleepiness from me. I shut my eyes and listened to his steady heart rapidly beating like a rock song.

“I never imagined sex could be that good,” he said quietly. “I imagined it with you, but never grasped how much I would love you inside me. It’s also hard not to have flickers of it being wrong sometimes. Only four months was all it took to teach my body the wrongness of sex with a man.”

I pushed myself up by my arms to look at him. “Sam… Shit, if this is too hard, tell me, okay?”

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