Page 59 of Waiting for a Prince
It’s over. It’s really over.
He didn’t want to think about that hellish night. There’d be a scar, but it would fade with time. So would his memories.
Right then he wanted to hold onto the present.
And that meant Mark.
This is all new territory.
And while that thought scared him a little, it also sent a multitude of pleasurable shivers through him.
I finally get to live my lifemyway.
He heard the toilet flush, then the door opened, and all such thoughts dissipated at the sight of Mark in his briefs, climbing onto the bed, crawling toward him…
OMG the way he’s looking at me.
Sam caught his breath at the prolonged eye contact, the way Mark moved so sinuously, like a big cat stalking its prey.
That would be me.
A frisson of anticipation trickled through him.
“You keep looking at me like that, and my heart is going to explode.” Sam’s voice shook.
Mark didn’t reply. He lay beside Sam, his thigh hooked over Sam’s, and leaned in to kiss him. It was sweet, tender?—
Not the kind of kiss Sam wanted right then.
“It’s okay,” he told Mark in a gentle tone. “I’m all patched up, and I won’t break.”
Mark frowned. “You sure?”
Sam rolled his eyes. Apparently, actions were needed here, not words.
He put his hand on Mark’s nape and pulled him deeper, his tongue exploring. Mark’s moan told him all he needed to know. They lay entwined, kissing and touching, stroking, and Sam could feel the heat building between them. They rocked together, a gentle undulation, and when Mark’s thigh brushed against Sam’s stiff cotton-covered shaft, both of them groaned.
Mark’s breathing hitched, and Sam knew exactly where he wanted those soft-looking lips.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them past his hips. He kicked them off, his dick springing up.
Mark laughed. “I wonder what he wants?”
Before Sam could come up with a suggestion, Mark’s warm mouth encased the head of his cock, and all coherent thoughts packed their bags and fled.
OMG.
Sam had been on the receiving end of a couple of pretty decent blowjobs, butGod, they melted into insignificance when he compared them to Mark’s efforts. It wasn’t the way he wrapped his fingers around the root while he sucked and licked. It wasn’t the way he took all of Sam’s dick in one swallow.
It was Mark never breaking eye contact as he worshipped Sam’s shaft, listening to his moans of pleasure that vibrated through him dick, all the way to his balls.
It was the kisses Mark bestowed on the head, the warmth in his expression as he met Sam’s gaze, the way he stroked Sam’s belly and chest, connecting them.
What made the difference?
Love.
Sam cupped Mark’s head, encouraging him to take his cock deep, all the while pouring out noises that made no sense, at least not to his ears. He rolled his hips, unable to lie still, and now both his hands were on Mark’s head, thrusting into that glorious mouth, faster, faster, his body tingling, his dick harder than he’d ever known it.
