Page 22 of Touch of Innocence
“All right, all right,” Gunner purred, and he let the head of Sam’s beautiful cock press against the eager entrance to his own body. It had been awhile. Not that he had been celibate or anything, but he hadn’t felt comfortable enough with anyone to let them have him.
So what did it mean that he was letting Sam do it? Without any question at all in his mind that it was what he wanted? He probably shouldn’t think about that too much, not if he wanted to keep his sanity more or less intact.
“Now,” Sam moaned, his large, surprisingly strong hands with their lovely long fingers digging in, pulling Gunner down. And he let it happen. He let himself slip down onto the thick, sheathed cock, glad for the lube which had come with it and made everything slippery enough that there was no pain for Gunner.
No pain at all. Pressure, yes, and sensation, intense sensation, but none of it bad. Gunner’s back arched as he slid down the full length of that cock—just enough friction to keep it interesting—until the cheeks of his ass were pressed right against Sam’s hips and he had the other man completely inside of him.
“Oh fuck,” Gunner moaned, starting to rock on him, seeking out more and more of the stimulation of Sam’s cockhead, blunt and thick, rubbing against Gunner’s prostate. He gazed down at Sam, his movements eager but not yet frantic, and at this moment he could focus not only on the building pleasure of his release but on the look on Sam’s face.
This was the first time for Sam. The very first time that Sam had been inside another man. Despite everything, despite all of the fighting, the tension, Gunner couldn’t even help but feel honored that he got to be the first.
Then Sam rolled his hips in the exact right way, and his cock rubbed over that spot deep inside of Gunner, robbing his breath, making his dick throb and leak more precum all over itself. Moaning softly, Gunner lowered his own hand to it, trying to provide himself with some relief, but Sam pushed it out of the way and took over stroking him himself.
Then all Gunner had to focus on was the movements of their bodies together, the way Sam kept pushing up inside of him, the urgency which quickly built between the two of them. He was so close, heat flowing through his veins, sparks seeming to shoot between them, but maybe that was okay because those remarkable eyes of Sam’s seemed to assure Gunner that Sam was in the same place.
“Sam, I …” Gunner started and then shook his head as he gazed down almost plaintively at Sam. The words he wanted to say, they weren’t appropriate. Not for someone who was planning on leaving far too quickly to say.
Sam just smiled, and those strong hands settled on the curve of Gunner’s ass. They rocked together, and the thrusts sped up as Gunner rode him, bouncing on his cock and trying to take it as deeply inside himself as he could.
“Shh,” Sam cautioned, but he was still smiling up at Gunner, so he figured that he couldn’t have pissed the man off too much. But that was also pretty clear. Sam didn’t hear the words, and Gunner didn’t really want to say them, either.
Gunner shuddered as his cock leaked precum all over Sam’s hand, which felt way too good for someone who lacked experience as much as Sam did. His body tightened, his muscles straining almost painfully as he stretched toward his pleasure, reached for it, and then welcomed it.
His orgasm rolled through him, flattening him, leaving him panting and gasping and covered in his own release, as well as having coated Sam’s hand in it. Sam twitched inside of him, and that beautiful, strong, lean body flexed under Gunner, Sam’s muscles clenching as he spent himself as well.
Just like that, Sam wasn’t a virgin anymore, Gunner realized. Just like that, he’d allowed himself to come inside of a man, inside of Gunner. It was incredible to think of, that the guy, who was so damn closeted that it actually sort of hurt to be around him, had given himself that way to Gunner, but it had happened.
For the moment, they just lay there together. In a second, they would have to get up, get dressed, Gunner knew. They would have to get back to work, and maybe pretend that what had happened between them had never happened.
Gunner wasn’t sure that he could do that, and as he looked down at Sam, he could swear that he saw that same uncertainty echoed in Sam’s eyes.
