Page 65 of Waiting for a Prince
“I want you to grab hold of your legs and pull them back.” The breath caught in his throat as Sam obeyed him without hesitation, revealing his tight pucker. Mark stretched out on his belly between Sam’s spread thighs, pulled his arse cheeks apart, and boldly licked over his hole.
Sam shuddered. “Oh fuck, Mark… Always wondered how that would feel.”
Mark raised his head. “And?”
Sam gave him a mock glare. “Did I say you could stop?” Then he gasped as Mark did it again and again. Mark worked his hole, kissing, probing, feeling it loosen a little before he pressed his tongue into it, and Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Oh God, that’s—” His words died as Mark licked around the rim and slid a finger into him at the same time. “M-more,” he moaned softly. Shivers coursed through him as Mark lost himself in his task: he wanted Sam to be begging for his cock. And getting Sam there was going to be fun.
Mark loved rimming, but it was a delight he rarely enjoyed: Brief hook-ups in club bathrooms didn’t often allow for indulging in that delight, and now Mark had Sam exactly where he wanted him, he was going to take his time.
And he could do thisall day.
Sam’s heart hammered when Mark reached for the bottle of lube, and he couldn’t control his shudders as Mark squeezed some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers.
He managed a chuckle. “Why am I thinking of Star Trek right now?”
Mark grinned. “That’s easy. Because I’m about to go where no man has gone before.” He pushed a single finger into Sam’s hole, and Sam moaned. “We do this until you’re ready for more, okay?”
Sam nodded, another shudder trickling through him.
“Do you have any idea what you look like?” Mark moved in and out of him, slow and steady. “Watching your body swallow my finger, your hole clinging to it…”
“Next time, have your phone handy. I want to see what you see.”
Mark’s eyes sparkled. “I like that idea.” He added another finger, and Sam widened his eyes.
“What did you just do?”
“I found your prostate.” Mark moved his fingers, and Sam pushed his head back into the pillows, unable to control the shivers that seemed to be multiplying. That little knot inside him had Sam on the verge of coming. He was shaking, his thighs trembling as he succumbed to Mark’s eager ministrations.
When Mark shifted to lie at Sam’s side, his fingers deep in Sam’s hole, their lips fused in kiss after kiss, Sam couldn’t remain still.
Mark broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. “Are you ready?”
Sam locked gazes with him, his body rippling with anticipation. “Ready.”
Mark rolled onto his back, then reached toward the bedside cabinet for a condom. “I’ll let you do the honours.” He handed it to Sam, who tore open the foil wrapper.
“Is there a wrong way to put one of these on?”
“See the tip? Pinch that, then roll the latex down the shaft. Then add lube. Make it nice and slick.”
Sam took his time, and once he’d smeared lube over Mark’s gloved shaft, he added a little more for good measure.
“Now straddle me. You’re going to ride me. It’s the easiest way the first time.”
Sam sat astride Mark’s hips, his heart pounding.
“Reach back and guide me in. You get to do all the work right now.”
He reached around, grabbed Mark’s rigid cock, and pressed the swollen head against his hole.
“I want you to relax. Breathe. It will make this much easier.”
Sam nodded.
Breathe. Good advice.
“Sit back on it. As slow as you like.” Mark curled his fingers around Sam’s dick, pulling it gently. He smiled. “Call it a distraction.” Then he stilled. “You’ve got a dildo, haven’t you?”
