Page 35 of The Outlaw and the Heir

Yet here Samuel was,everythingon display for me to see, and I couldn't find it in myself to pull my attention away from him.

Despite his full attention being on what he was doing, I didn’t know if he sensed my gaze, and I jerked in surprise when his eyes caught mine. A smirk slid over his features, and I felt the heat in my gut grow. I was used to seeing that expression on his face, but it had never been filled with so much knowing and...heat.

His eyes focused on the water around me, and I could practically feel him searching for my groin. His gaze flicked back up and down again, and I knew what he was trying to convey. Despite insisting I didn't want anything to do with him or his seductions, I found myself standing up as though my body had a mind of its own. I felt a moment of smug pleasure when I saw his stroking stutter slightly at the sight of me.

Not that he let that get in the way of what he was doing, but I noticed his stroking slow down. His eyes locked with mine, and after a few heartbeats, he gave a jerk of his head, a clear invitation. My mind tried to tell me it was a bad idea, but just as when I’d stood up, my body had other ideas. It had been far too long since I’d known the touch of another man, since I had feltdesired by someone. And from Samuel, it was...different from any of the others.

I didn't have the time or ability to think too hard because I was already walking toward him, giving in to the desire burning through me. He pulled his hand away from himself before sitting upright and reaching out to me. There was zero hesitation on his part when he grabbed hold of me, fingers wrapping around my girth and drawing a low hiss of air from me. The few partners I'd had in the past had been hesitant and unsure unless I’d been with them more than a few times, but Samuel began to stroke me as if this was old hat to him.

I stepped closer, kneeling and ignoring the harsh bite of the hot rock on my skin as he explored me. His fingers slid down my shaft, brushing along the underside of the head, jerking a surprised grunt as pleasure shot through me in a thin but potent thread. They sought the base, where they gently curled around my balls and stroked the sensitive skin behind them.

It was just his hands, more exploration than intent, but it was still making me dizzy from the pleasure. His eyes flicked up to mine again, and there was no trace of his normal humor, of his mocking, just the mirror of the same lust I was sure showed on my face. Which only grew stronger when he scooted forward, and I watched with wide eyes as he showed no hesitation.

Then, the lips I’d always been fascinated with, even as I hated to see them move most of the time, found their way around the thick head of my cock. Warmth wrapped around the sensitive skin, and I was glad we were alone because the groan that slipped out of me was loud, and anyone hearing it would have guessed what was happening without having to lay eyes on us. One of my hands came down on the top of his head, slipping into his wet hair and tightening its grip.

Another far more strangled noise escaped me when his mouth slipped down farther than anyone had ever managedbefore. In the past, I’d wondered what it might be like to feel myself slide into someone's mouth completely but had pushed it away as a futile dream. There was always gagging, and a struggle, and no one wanted to end up with the other person's last meal on their dick. Samuel didn't have that problem, and the bright afternoon sun gave me the clearest sight imaginable as I watched him take me into his throat.

There was a moment when he stopped, and I felt the head of my cock hit something unyielding. I wondered if that was where he would have to stop. Only for him to shift his head, and the last few inches slid out of sight behind those lips that I would never be able to think about properly again. I would swear my vision swam as the hot grip around me pulled more pleasure from me than I remembered ever feeling, and I was glad I’d gotten down on one knee before it started.

I barely noticed his hands wrap around me and grip each side of my ass. Only when I felt fingers creeping their way between them did the haze of pleasure fade as I tensed. No one had ever been inside me in that way, and I certainly had no intention of letting Samuel be the one to break that trend. Before I had to summon the will to push him away, to remind him this was already ahorribleidea, his hands pulled away.

Before I could figure out how to handle the insight on his part, his mouth began moving. Once more, I found myself wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving, and a shudder ran through me as his head bobbed. At first, it was slow, the grip of his throat and the slide of his tongue careful, as if sensing what he could get away with. Yet it didn't take him long to pick up the pace, taking me just as quickly into his throat before pulling back with a wet, sloppy noise that was going to drive me over the edge before I was able to appreciate what he was doing.

Then he pulled off with a noisy pop, his lips swollen and a pleased smile on his face. “Glad to see I was right?"

"About what?" I asked, in a daze, but I was enjoying myself too much to be annoyed.

"Well, other than the fact that you are, in fact, into this," he chuckled, and then before I could think about whether I should be irritated, his hand slid down in a grip over my still wet shaft and made my stomach tighten in anticipation once more. "But I'm also glad to find out I was right about you looking completely amazing naked and rock-hard."

"Lord help me," I muttered, my tone irritated, but I could feel my face burning from the compliment.

"Shush," he said with a chuckle, standing up. "Now take my spot, why don't you? I've got an idea."

Normally, his idea would have been enough to send a shiver down my spine and fill my head with enough worry to last me a month. But considering he had my dick in his hand and had already proven he knew what he was doing, I was more than inclined to listen. There was an aching need inside me that wasn't just emotional. I could feel, in every inch of me held by him, a deep down, desperate need to find the release he was offering, even if it meant doing things on his terms and in his way.

He pushed upright, and I turned to take his spot on the rock. His hand had returned to his groin, but I couldn't help but reach out and wrap my fingers around him. He wasn't as thick as I was, but he was long enough that there was still plenty poking out when I replaced his hand with mine. The warmth of his skin against mine was faintly noticeable, and I thought I had to have been right about how hard he was when I felt the pulse against my hand, something I'd felt in my own whenever I’d gone too long and had been too pent up.

His eyelids fluttered as I began to stroke him, getting my first feel in years of another man in such an intimate way. He let out a little laugh as his breathing grew deeper and ragged. “It's...beena while. So, better be careful. I'm already ready to go off faster than a hair trigger."

"Thatlong?" I wondered, surprised that someone as resourceful and clever as him hadn't found at least a few minutes to take care of things.

"Well," he said, eyes opening as he stared at me unabashedly. "There's that, but there's also the fact that I have someone worth getting excited over stroking me."

I had to give him credit, he was as good at giving compliments as he was at finding things to get under my skin. Maybe it came from the same skill, or he was just talented. Whatever it was, if the goal was to make me malleable and easy to handle, I had to admit it was effective. There was very little he couldn't talk me into, and the longer this went on, the more I had to bask in his open and unashamed desire for me, the more I might find myself letting him break through the unspoken rule I'd given a few minutes before.

"Careful," he chuckled as I began to speed up, eager now my desire was overwriting any doubt in my mind. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'm...primed and ready."

The thought that he was already close was disappointing and incredible at the same time. Disappointing because that meant it would be over quicker than I preferred, but incredible because the very idea that he could get off just from me touching him had me ready to lose it as well.

"Maybe I don't care if you...are primed," I said in a rough voice that I knew betrayed how aroused I was and didn't care. The idea of seeing him find his release had wormed its way into my head, and it was far too tantalizing a prospect to let go of. "Do it."

"As bossy now as you are day to day," he said with a chuckle that, for the first time, sounded more affectionate than his normal mocking. "Fine, have it your way...but also my way."

Annoyance flashed through me as I realized he wasn't going to let me have even this, my mouth opening to protest in annoyance before snapping shut. Captured outlaw or not...he was still a prisoner, technicallymyprisoner since my father had put him under my supervision. Now, here I was, essentially making us equal for a short time, and he was using that moment to get to do somethinghewanted. Arguably, he’d already had his way by starting this in the first place but that wasn't...quite the same thing.

"There's always a catch," I said with a weary sigh because if I were going to do this with him, it would be as equals. I would rather take a break in treating him like my prisoner, no matter how much that irked me, than think of him like that while we were...well, dicks in each other's hands. "With you anyway."

"Comes from being raised by a businessman," he chuckled, surprising me by kneeling on the rock with a leg on each side of my hips. "You learn to read the fine print, haggle the best price, and figure out how the other guy might be trying to pull the wool over your eyes. After a while, it all becomes...second nature."

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