Page 4 of Takeover
He’d do anything to keep that expression on Michael.
“Then get them and put them on the edge of the bed.”
Sam released Michael’s wrists and every step he took strengthened his resolve. He dug out the bottle and row of square foils. This had to be the oddest way he’d ever celebrated winning a new job—surrendering himself for sex.You want this. It’s been too damn long.
He placed the items on the bed, then faced Michael. That smile still graced Michael’s lips and there were tropical birds on his shirt. Good God, he was going to be fucked by a man withparrotson his button-down. Sam tried to bite back the laugh, but failed.
Michael’s grin widened and he strode forward. “What’s so funny?” He took hold of Sam’s tie again.
The pull of fabric around Sam’s neck tightened his balls. “You. Me. This.” He gulped a breath. “How did you know that I’d say yes?”
Michael closed his fingers around Sam’s chin. “I told you. I didn’t. But fortune favors the bold.” Then Michael’s lips were on Sam’s again, prying him open, making him lose track of the ground. Michael pulled back a few inches. “And you looked like a man in desperate need of a good hard fuck.”
Sam couldn’t breathe. His cock ached and he wanted far less clothing between him and the man holding his tie and chin. “Please.” He practically whispered the word.
Michael stroked Sam’s jaw with his thumb. “If anything I do gets to be too much, say ‘yellow’ and I’ll slow down. Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. Understand?”
A safeword? Lightning ran through Sam’s veins. He couldn’t be that lucky. “Yes.” Sam leaned into Michael’s touch. “And if I want more?”
“You beg for it.”
Sam’s whole body ached. To be naked. Controlled. Entered. He couldn’t even speak. The fantasies he’d jacked off to for years didn’t even come close to this reality.
Michael chuckled and undid the knot in Sam’s tie. “I’ll need this later.” He freed the length of fabric from Sam’s neck and tossed it on the bed next to the condoms and lube, then slipped his hands under the lapels of Sam’s suit coat. He caressed Sam’s chest before pushing the jacket off and to the floor. The long length of Michael’s body was so close that every breath he exhaled warmed Sam’s face and made his limbs ache with the need to touch flesh to flesh.
Sam closed the tiny gap between them and found the waistband of Michael’s shorts. He dipped two fingers inside it and caressed Michael’s hot skin. They were both wearing too much clothing, but he wasn’t about to beg, not yet. He still had his pride, if nothing else.
Michael redirected Sam’s hand, pressing it against his erection. “Do you want me inside you?”
The floor vanished again. All Sam knew was the warmth of Michael’s touch and the hard thickness of the cock beneath a thin layer of fabric. He’d never wanted to be fucked this badly, ever. To hell with pride. “God, yes. Please.”
“Say it.”
Every inch of Sam’s skin blazed. Voice the desire—something he hadn’t done in years. No turning back now. “I want your cock inside me.”
Michael nipped Sam’s ear. “Then take off your shirt.” He backed away and waited.
It was all Sam could do not to rip off all his clothing. He focused on the bright feathers of the parrot to the left of Michael’s heart and worked the links free from the cuffs of his shirt. Then he removed his watch. Going slowly meant he wasn’t the only one in torment, judging from the flush of Michael’s skin.
When Michael held out his hand, Sam placed the items into his palm.
Michael examined the links. They were flat, and round, and etched with the Copernican model of the universe. “Nice. White gold?”
“Platinum.” Sam started undoing the buttons of his shirt, from the top.
Michael set the cuff links and watch down on the dresser. He never stopped looking at Sam.
With each button Sam undid, his heart rate notched higher. By the time he finished with the last one, his entire body strummed with the rhythm of his blood. He pulled the shirt off and the sweat on his back cooled instantly. Trembling, he dropped the shirt.
“Shoes. Pants. Socks.” Michael crossed his arms. The bulge in his shorts was enormous.
Sam kicked off his shoes, then made short work of his slacks, undoing the belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping. It took very little effort to push them off. Gravity did the rest, pooling them around his ankles. With care he stood on one leg at a time and removed his socks. Apparently yoga helped you balance even when you couldn’t feel the floor beneath you.
No more suit. No more mask. Not quite naked.
Michael wore a brilliant grin. “Nice color.” He unfolded his arms.
Sam’s briefs were blue. Not navy, but the color of the sky in the tropics. He shrugged, though his cock throbbed in time with the rapid beating of his heart. “Seemed appropriate for the climate.” And it got Sam off a bit to wear bright colors under his very conservative suits.
