Page 18 of Takeover
Michael’s skin burned like fire. He lifted the belt and laid a blow against Sam’s right ass cheek.
Sam flinched and gasped, and a thick red line appeared on his skin.
Silence from beyond the curtain. Either the person had left… or they hadn’t. Blood pounded in Michael’s ears as he strained to hear over the water. His fingers and toes tingled from too much need. It wouldn’t take much to make him come.
“Green.” Sam’s breathless whisper. “Please.”
So, Sam remembered his colors from Curaçao. Heat raced up Michael’s arms and legs and his reply was just as soft. “That’s not begging.” Before Sam could say anything else, Michael laid the belt three more times against Sam’s ass in rapid succession. Left. Right. Left. Wet leather cracked against wet flesh.
Sam writhed against the wall, his breathing labored.
If there were any other sounds coming from the locker room, Michael couldn’t hear them, not over the rushing of his own blood, the sound of the water, and Sam’s whispered words. “More, please.”
God, yes. The world dropped away to just running water and Sam’s shining body sliding against the tile wall trembling with pain and need. Sexy as hell, and all Michael’s doing.
This time, Michael started slower and softer, alternating sides of Sam’s ass, bringing up the speed and sharpness as Sam tried not to move with each blow. Stripes of red layered over the pale flesh of Sam’s cheeks until there was nothing but various shades of red that edged toward purple. Sam arched against the wall, his mouth open in a silent cry.
Michael held back his own moan. The shock up his arm when the belt met Sam’s skin, the slap, Sam’s breathless noises of agony and delight—it was nearly too much. The desire in Michael’s core twisted like Sam’s body. It wouldn’t take much to come. A few strokes of a hand. Or the velvet touch of Sam’s tongue.
That thought alone nearly pushed him over the edge. His balls tightened.
Michael whipped the belt four more times, hard and fast—striking the last blow across both cheeks at once.
Sam’s short cry echoed around the shower and his legs buckled.
Michael dropped the belt, caught Sam, and turned his quivering body around. Michael caressed Sam’s back and brushed fingers over the abused flesh of his ass. Pressing his lips against Sam’s neck kept words from spilling out of Michael.Let me take you to dinner. I want to hold you all night long. Be mine.Impossible, wonderful things. He wanted to be this for Sam—master him when he needed it, clear his head, then give him his control back.
God, Sam was everything he’d ever wanted, everything no other lover had been. Rasheed hadn’t even been able to stand a nipple pinch, let alone a strapping.
Sam’s face was a beautiful mess of lust, pain, and adoration. “God, that was—” His voice was as rough as the rattling of water against the tile. “I can’t even begin to describe—”
Michael stopped the rest of Sam’s words with his mouth. Maybe Sam wanted the same things he did. Maybe he didn’t. But they could not be like this—CEO and employee—for much longer. Michael couldn’t quit, not yet. Later, once everyone at Four Rivers was safe—or as safe as they could be in this industry. He owed that to them, owed it to himself to be there at the end.
And if the only thing Sam saw in Michael was a quick fix of endorphins, a fun way to de-stress? Or worse, if he was yet another man who was only gay in private? Fuck, he didn’t want to know.
Sam moaned against Michael’s mouth and his hands slid down to Michael’s thighs then cupped his ass.
Their hard shafts slid together and it was Michael who groaned. He was so damn close. Michael gripped Sam’s chin and broke the kiss.
Water slid over Sam’s brow, down his nose. His dark hair lay plastered to his head. Pale eyes watched Michael, but Sam didn’t speak.
Michael pushed his thumb between the seam of Sam’s lips. “Get on your knees.”
Sam pressed his hands against Michael’s chest and dropped—slowly, so that his body skimmed down Michael’s—to kneeling. Sam’s lips parted a fraction and he looked up.
Michael caught himself on the wall of the shower when his legs turned to jelly. No wonder Sam got what he wanted in the boardroom. The man had tempting and teasing down to an art form. “Let’s see if you can take all of me this time.”
It was hard to tell whether it was fear or determination that flickered in Sam’s eyes, but his hot mouth engulfed the head of Michael’s cock and Michael nearly came right then, his whole body tingling with need for release. Sam found the slit of Michael’s cock and licked at it with abandon.
Light danced before Michael’s eyes and he fought against the rising tide of his orgasm. Now his muscles trembled, his body shook. He placed his other hand on the wall in front of him and closed his eyes.
Mistake. That only intensified everything, from the water pounding against his side and the drumbeat of his heart to the soft inferno of Sam’s mouth as he sucked more of Michael’s cock in with every stroke.
Fire rose from the base of Michael’s spine straight to his skull. He clawed at the tile grout and bit back the cry that threatened to leave his lips. Not yet. From the burning of his body and the hazing of his vision, he was fighting a losing battle against his impending orgasm. Michael longed to lose to Sam, to spill his seed down his throat. Every part of his body sang for release.
Sam engulfed Michael again, and this time Michael nudged his hips forward and found almost no resistance. He opened his eyes.
Sam’s lips stretched wide around the base of Michael’s shaft. All of him. Michael moaned and Sam backed off, gasping for air. He glanced up and gave Michael a feral grin before he took Michael deep again.
