Page 60 of The Outlaw and the Heir

That was okay, though. I knew with the proper motivation, Ambrose could recover quickly for another bout.

"Samuel," he groaned as I began to work up a pace, practically using my throat like I wanted him to use something else later. I would probably be hoarse the next day, but it was well worth it to watch him squirm, his breath coming in pants and gasps. "What're you...I'm?—"

We both knew full well what I was doing, and he didn't seem to mind enough to stop me from the way he held onto the cot. The muscles in his neck strained as he gave another gasp, his cock giving another throb in my mouth, far more enthusiastic than the ones earlier. The first blast of his seed was fierce as he gave a guttural moan, hips jerking as he shoved into my throat and let the rest pour directly into my stomach.

I pulled off him, letting the remainder dribble down the shaft of his cock, watching it trail down as I pressed my mouth againsthis balls. I had learned they were extremely sensitive, and just running my tongue along the underside and dragging it up was enough to get a strong reaction. Even now, having just found his release, he shuddered as my tongue swirled around the sensitive parts of him.

I kept my eyes locked on him as my tongue slid up to the base of his cock, making sure he was watching. His face was flushed as he stared with an intensity that said one release hadn't been enough. Of course, I made it even worse by sliding my tongue up his shaft, catching every bit of his seed I’d let dribble onto him. Men were notoriously turned on by that sort of thing, and from the way his lips thinned and I watched his eyes widen, Ambrose was no different.

"Damn you," he muttered, pinning me to the bed on my back. It was only then I realized Bear had left, and neither of us had noticed, or at least I hadn't. Which meant there was plenty of space on the cot as he held me in place, his wet cock dangling between our bodies as he bent to sink his teeth into the muscles of my shoulders.

Pain lanced from the bite, but something altogether more pleasurable chased it with all the intensity of a hound dog with the scent of blood. I groaned, unable to stop myself as he reached down, fumbling with the strings on my pants before managing to loosen them with a yank I knew came with a snap of the strips as well, which was impressive because, whether worn or not, those were still leather. Next came my shirt, which, thankfully, I was able to help him with so he didn't rip that as well. Needing new ties for my pants wouldn't be too strange, but needing them and a new shirt would draw attention.

Once he was sure I was pulling off my clothing, he made short work of his own, kicking them off the bed before burying his face in my neck and breathing deeply. His cock slid along mine, still slick from his seed and my spit and making me shiverin anticipation. I hadn't allowed myself to wonder how he would handle things, mostly because having expectations was a sure way to find yourself sorely disappointed with reality.

That, however, was something else entirely for me. I knew he could be aggressive and dominant, but he’d never handled me like a plaything. He wouldn't be the first partner who had done it, but with Ambrose, feeling the scrape of his teeth on my skin and the way his fingers dug in was more intoxicating than anything I'd felt with a previous man.

I was left to shudder beneath him when he slid down my body, fingernails biting into the skin of my hip as he took me into his mouth with a sudden greedy slurp. My back wanted to arch, but he pushed my stomach down and held me there. He had never learned the art of taking me deep, but I wasn't going to protest as electric pleasure jolted up and down my body, driving me crazy as now I was the one left to hold on for dear life.

I was in such a haze I didn't notice when his grip eased and disappeared from my body. It wasn't until I felt something pressing against my hole that I came tumbling back to reality and picked my head up. His finger, slick from the oil I’d left on the bed in our haste, pushed inside me. I thought it was one until my body protested, and a grunt escaped me, making me realize it wastwofingers.

Whatever experience he'd had in the past was enough for him to know that a little work beforehand was helpful. Then again, he had shacked up with one man for a couple of weeks. If they were going to have sex as frequently as he'd implied, they’d probably figured out that if you didn't want lingering soreness that got in the way of repeated attempts, a bit of stretching beforehand was always nice.

Considering how long it had been since any part of a man had been inside me, it wasverynice to feel his digits push into me. His hand sawed back and forth as he focused on sucking thehead of my cock, making me squirm and groan. I was still aware that despite the late hour, I had to be mindful of how much noise I made. When he added the third finger, I found it even more difficult and wondered how the hell I was going to manage when he finally pushed inside me for real.

He seemed less concerned about being caught or having any sense of propriety and instead kept pushing his fingers repeatedly into me. The thick fingers might have been calloused, but he had doused them in the oil, and I could barely feel anything except a little extra friction deep inside. Either that or it was my imagination, and I was left to lie there, restless and unwilling to push him away.

"God," I hissed when he yanked his fingers out, starting to turn over. "About time."

"Stay there," he growled, with more authority than before. It was aided by his hand coming down and slapping my stomach, his other hand pushing my legs back. "You're going to stay right there, in that position."

"Is that so?" I asked with a shaky laugh, realizing he was completely serious, and unless I put up a real fight, there was no way I was going to get away.

He pushed my knees back, reaching down to begin greasing himself up liberally. "I wanna see your face when I'm deep inside ya. I wanna see every time I push in, and when I find how to make ya squirm and beg, I wannasee."

Jesus Christ, Lord above, the man wasn't even inside me yet, and I could already feel my self-control beginning to lose its already tenuous grasp. It was probably good that I hadn't thought too hard about what he would do once I had him well and truly alone. I would have been satisfied, but there was something to be said about being pleasantly surprised by his sudden surge of aggression.

And we were going to casually ignore his sudden demand to see my face while we did this.

Thankfully, he was as impatient as he was demanding and was already positioning himself, the thick, blunt head pushing where his fingers had been moments before. A sigh escaped me as I felt the muscles of my body fight the intrusion, but it was a lost fight. I was forcing myself to relax as best I could; he had already used his fingers and was now pushing forward with undeniable force.

The sound from me stopped when my muscles finally gave up their resistance, and I felt him push into me. It was as much as I’d expected, or rather, I had expected it to be noticeable and bordering on a lot. It had been ages since someone had been inside me, and Ambrose was no slouch in that department. He wasn't a lot as much as he bordered on too much.

Yet he seemed to realize that because he took his time despite his insistence on going into this with all the passion and vigor I could ask for. One advantage of him hovering over me and staring into my face was that he could see every expression that crossed it. Whenever I winced, he paused and let me adjust, and whenever I relaxed, he continued.

Eventually, his hips were pressed tight against mine, and despite the burning, something else was quickly growing, something I welcomed with open arms. It was the sensation of being filled and a pleasure that was a soft noise under it all. Yet I knew full well that if this went right, and God above I hoped it did, that soft noise would quickly grow in strength until it was all I could hear.

Sucking air through his teeth, he eased back, drawing a moan from me as his cock brushed against sensitive nerves and made me twitch in pleasure. Only for him to push forward and let out a soft gasp.

"I...hell, I’d forgotten how good this could feel," he groaned as he twitched inside me. "I think this might be better than the first time."

I let out a soft, shaky laugh. "Why don't you hold off on the assessment until it’s over? Then we can determine if it was on the same level or even better."

He shoved an arm under my waist and hoisted me up, holding me tight as he began to rock, quickly picking up speed. It intensified the burn, but it intensified the quiet noise as well. I barely managed to stifle a cry when something inside me lit up and sent a new wave of pleasure that momentarily drowned everything else. It was only by shoving my face into his arm and biting down that I was able to keep myself from alerting anyone in the vicinity of what was happening.

Yet that was all it took for the leash on his self-control to fray and break, his hips snapping forward and forcing a cry from me again. I had no choice but to keep my face pressed against his arm so my cries didn’t mingle with the sound of our skin meeting. It was a sharp sound that grew louder and harsher as he began to pummel me. I was locked in the pleasure, no longer caring if I was overheard as he picked up the pace, driving himself deep. It was only his arm pressed into my face that muffled the sound.

"Amazin'," he groaned in my ear, and the deep rumble of his pleasure was enough to make me give another soft, pitiful cry. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and wrapping my fingers around my straining cock. As much as I wanted it never to end, I knew I’d go crazy if I didn't find my release soon. "Yeah, there ya go. Do it. While I'm inside. I wanna feel it while I'm inside ya."

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