Page 75 of Waiting for a Prince
They stood beside the bed, and Sam began to undress Mark slowly, taking his time. Mark punctuated each item’s removal with a soft kiss, his arousal increasing with every glide of Sam’s hands over his bared skin. He reciprocated by taking Sam’s clothes off, piece by piece, until at last both stood nude, facing each other.
Mark stroked Sam’s chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, following them down to where they swirled around the base of Sam’s rigid dick. Mark held the hard shaft in his hand, testing its weight, imagining the wide, thick head nudging his gland.
That last thought sent shivers of anticipation dancing up and down his spine.
“Are you sure this thing will fit?”
Sam chuckled. “Why don’t we find out?” He pulled back the sheets and climbed onto the bed, then lay on his back and held out his arms. “Come here.”
Mark got onto the bed and crawled across to where Sam lay. He straddled Sam’s hips and leaned down to kiss him, his tongue demanding entrance. Sam opened for him with a low moan as he ran his fingers through Mark’s hair, and then slid his hand down Mark’s back, the movement raising goosebumps over Mark’s skin.
Mark shifted position to slide his cock against Sam’s, starting slowly but moving more insistently as small gasps escaped Sam’s lips.
“Oh God, that feels so good.”
Mark rolled his hips, keeping the movement sensual. “Saw this once in a porn video. The actors spent the whole scene frotting, until they both came.”
It had been one of the most erotic scenes he’d ever encountered.
“Frotting?”
Mark smiled. He rocked, and their dicks rubbed together, both of them hard. “This is frotting.”
Sam shuddered. “Shouldn’t I be doing this?”
Mark chuckled against Sam’s neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
He shifted further down the bed and kissed Sam’s shaft, then laid a trail of kisses up Sam’s torso, pausing to flick Sam’s taut nipples with his tongue. The silvery bars through them glittered in the lamplight.
Sam writhed. “Mark… You’re making me so hard.”
He kissed Sam on the mouth, rolling his hips again, a slow undulation. “All the better for you to fuck me.” He chuckled. “So which of us is the big bad wolf?” He picked up speed, and Sam raked his nails down Mark’s back, heading to his arse where he squeezed Mark’s cheeks, he and Mark moving together.
“Keep that up, and this’ll be over really fast.”
Mark stopped. “We can’t have that.” He yanked open the drawer in the bedside table and removed the condoms and the bottle of lube. He handed them to Sam. “How do you want me?”
“Hey, it’s your hole, your choice.” Sam left the items on the pillow.
That was a no-brainer.
“I want to see your face when you’re inside me.”
Sam’s breathing hitched. “Come here.”
Mark slid across the bed into his waiting arms, and Sam held him close, kissing him softly, the kisses growing in intensity.
“On your back,” Sam whispered.
Mark propped his head up on the pillows, his chest rising and falling as Sam nuzzled his neck.
Then Sam moved his hand lower, stroking Mark’s cock, pulling on it, smearing pre-come over the head. In a move that had Mark catching his breath, Sam grabbed his leg and liftedit until Mark’s knee was almost resting against Sam’s shoulder. Sam cupped Mark’s balls, rolling them around, before dragging a finger over his sac, moving lower to Mark’s crease.
He heard thesnickof the bottle and then let out a low gasp as Sam slowly slid a finger into him. Mark rolled his head back, but Sam held him close as he pushed all the way in.
“Oh my God.” Sam’s eyes widened. “You’re so tight…”
