Page 64 of Waiting for a Prince
This could end up being the longest shower I’ve ever taken.
Mark came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him, and harder than he’d ever been in his life. He was about to push open the bedroom door when he remembered he’d left the bag containing the condoms on the living room table.
Except it wasn’t there.
He had to smile.Great minds think alike, right?He paused at the door to the bedroom.
It would be Sam’s first time. Would Sam expect to top? Would he be prepared to bottom? Mark’s anticipation faltered as his breathing accelerated. He only knew he had to make it good for Sam. Memories of Mark’s own first time assaulted him and he was determined to give Sam a much better experience.
He opened the door and stopped dead at the sight of Sam in bed, the dark swirl of his tattoos disappearing beneath the white sheet.
The tented white sheet. Themovingtented white sheet.
Sam stared at him, his cheeks flushed. “I think you’ve woken it up and it won’t go back to sleep.”
Then Mark caught his breath when Sam pushed the sheet lower to reveal his hard cock, pointing at the ceiling, Sam playing lazily with it, tugging at it, squeezing it, pre-come glistening at the slit.
Mark managed a throaty chuckle. “You keep doing that, and it’ll never go back to sleep.” The sight of that flushed dick, long and thick, made Mark’s hole clench. Okay, so Mark didn’t bottom—but for once he ached to know how that would feel as it slid into his arse and nudged his prostate.
He shoved the thought aside. Right then there was a cock pleading for Mark to pay it some attention.
He dropped the towel to the floor, and Sam’s breathing hitched.
“Something else is awake too.”
Mark climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Sam, and leaned in to kiss him, conscious of wanting to take his time. Sam’s soft moan told him his instincts were on the money.
Sam’s lips were a siren call Mark couldn’t ignore.
They lay in the middle of the bed, stroking, kissing, while sunlight spilled into the room, making their bare flesh glow. Sam seemed to be studiously avoiding Mark’s dick, a situation Mark understood completely.
He’s shy too.
Mark wrapped his fingers around Sam’s slender wrist and guided his hand to Mark’s cock. Sam’s eyes opened wide as he wrapped his hand around Mark’s swollen shaft. A heartbeat later, he gave it a gentle tug.
“Yeah, just like that,” Mark whispered.
Sam swallowed, then shifted down the bed, lying at a right angle to Mark. He held Mark’s cock around the base, and Marklet out a moan when Sam pressed his lips to the slit in a sweet kiss before taking the head into his mouth.
Mark let out an honest-to-God whimper to feel hot, wet heat surrounding his dick, and he resisted the urge to thrust, letting Sam take control, his head bobbing furiously as he sucked Mark deeper.
“Oh my God, you’re good at this,” Mark gasped out as Sam worked his cock, establishing a steady rhythm which was driving Mark out of his mind. He heard what was undoubtedly a chuckle which vibrated around his dick—and then Sam sped up. Mark looked down at his lover as he hungrily sucked Mark’s dick, and then his gaze travelled along the lovely line of Sam’s spine to his arse, to where two rounded globes lay in wait for him.
Not yet. Patience.
“My turn,” he murmured. Sam pulled free of his cock, and Mark pointed to the pillows. “Put your head here.”
Sam lay on his back, his chest rising and falling.
“Now spread for me.”
The words were enough to send a spike of anticipation through him.
Sam spread his legs wide, and Mark lay between them. He made sure Sam was looking at him before he licked from root to tip, tugging on Sam’s balls, giving them a soft squeeze. His own dick was leaking pre-come, but Mark ignored it.
This was all about Sam.
Mark kept up his sensual onslaught until Sam writhed on the bed, his moans and whimpers a constant accompaniment. Then he knelt up, tugging at his cock which was leaking pre-come.
