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Sam bit his lip. “This feels nothing like a dildo.” Then he smiled. “It’s way better.” He sank down onto Mark’s cock, edging lower until at last Mark was buried inside him, and Sam wasfull.
Mark shivered. “Fuck, so tight. So warm.” He didn’t move, his focus on Sam’s face.
Sam took deep breaths, conscious of being stretched. After a minute, he started to move, slowly at first, a gentle rise and fall, his hips rolling, and each time Mark filled him, nerve endings sparked into life.
“Is this okay?”
Sam smiled, his palms flat on Mark’s chest. “More than okay.”
“Not that I needed to ask. Your body is talking louder than words ever could.”
Sam leaned over until their faces were barely an inch apart. “And what is it saying now?”
Mark cradled his nape and kissed him. “That you love me.” Their foreheads touched, and Sam rocked his lower body back and forth, loving the gasps and moans that tumbled from Mark’s lips. Then Sam kissed him, picking up a little speed, undulating his hips.
“Fuck.” Mark’s soft exhale was music to his ears.
Sam grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand, and moved a little faster, his breathing ragged, matching Mark’s. Then he gripped the headboard with both hands and letgo, building speed, his hips rolling, both of them breathing erratically, Sam’s body on fire.
“I… I don’t want to come yet,” he blurted.
“Then lie down.” Mark waited as Sam knelt up, Mark’s dick easing out of him. A heartbeat later, Sam’s calf rested on Mark’s shoulder, and Mark was back inside him, his thrusts measured, his hand around Sam’s cock, tugging on it, keeping time with each slide of Mark’s shaft.
Sam caught his breath. “Go deeper.”
Mark nodded. He grabbed Sam’s thighs and spread him wide, lying between them as he filled Sam again and again, their lips meeting in kisses that grew in urgency.
“Oh God, Mark.” Shivers rippled through Sam. “It feels so good.” Mark let out a low moan as he thrust slowly into Sam until his cock was buried up to the hilt, their bodies pressed together. “Mark, please…. more.”
Mark rolled his hips fluidly as he thrust into him repeatedly, Sam no longer able to lie passively but pushing upward to meet Mark’s thrusts.
“You’re so tight around my cock. You feel amazing,” Mark murmured as he drove deeply into Sam, who brought his legs up to wrap them around Mark’s waist, gripping him tightly as Mark slid into him, the head of his cock nudging Sam’s gland almost continually.
“Mark, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Mark leaned down and kissed him, sliding smoothly into him, his hand working Sam’s cock continually. “It’s okay, babe. Let go. Come.” Mark pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside. His eyes glittered. “We’re going to do this again,”—he thrust forcefully into Sam, causing him to cry out—“and again,”—another thrust until he was balls-deep inside Sam—“and again.”
Sam cried out as his cock erupted into Mark’s hand, and Mark groaned.
“Oh fuck, you’re making me come.” He shuddered through his orgasm, lowering his head to Sam’s shoulder, his hands stroking over Sam’s damp chest.
Sam let his legs fall back to the bed, his breathing still ragged as he came down from his climax, reaching for Mark to pull him close, their lips meeting in languid kisses which seemed to go on and on, Mark’s cock still deep inside him.
“Love you.” Sam wrapped arms and legs around Mark once more, locking him into a fierce embrace, exchanging kisses that were so sublime as to almost take his breath away.
“Love you too.” Mark kissed his forehead. He buried his face in Sam’s neck. “Can we stay like this, please?”
Sam chuckled. “For a little while.”
Cleaning up could wait. He wanted to make this moment last.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Monday, September 23
Sam’s heartbeat raced.“You’re serious.”
Mark grinned. “Why not? It’s something neither of us have ever done before.”
