Page 58 of Takeover
“I don’t understand.” And he wanted to—needed to—before this went further.
Sam sobered. “I want this, Michael. Crave it. What you do—it’s so far away from a punch in the face or a kick to the ribs or having your leg stomped on”—his breath caught—“it might as well be another planet.” Sam ran a hand over Michael’s shoulder, down his pecs, as if mapping the contours with his hand. “You’re loving. Careful.” He looked up. “And I can stop you with a word.”
Sam could. Michael pressed his lips into Sam’s hair, tasting the silky strands, the lingering scent of shampoo, sweat, and sleep. “It’s just a bit weird when I stop and think about it.”
“Then don’t.” Sam spoke against Michael’s throat. “I trust you. Hell, you won’t even take me as far as I want to go because it’s not safe.”
“Not yet, anyway,” Michael murmured against his hair. “We’ll get there.” God, he wanted to go there, too, see Sam writhing in as much pain and pleasure as Michael could tease out of his beautiful body. The thought of it flamed every one of Michael’s nerves, reawakening desire. “But if we go too fast—”
“You’ll hurt me?”
Michael had to laugh at that. “Yes. But in the wrong way.”
“See? There is a difference.”
There was. He’d been there with other subs, that moment when something went wrong and the pain went fromfuck metofucking stop right now.
Sam opened space between them and met Michael’s gaze. “You need to trust that I’ll say if I need you to stop.”
It was, of course, the heart of every bit of play. Trust. Surrender, on both sides, to some extent. “I know this,” Michael said, more to himself than Sam.
“Then start doing it.”
There went that mouth again. Michael raked his fingernails down Sam’s back in one hard, quick stroke.
An instant later, Sam arched up on his toes in a silent cry, his hands clenching Michael’s arms and a mixture of surprise, pain, and lust painted onto his face.
Just that nearly undid Michael—that vision of pain and bliss, Sam caught in what only Michael could give.
Then Sam slumped against Michael and groaned so deeply it rattled bone and marrow—and Michael’s cock. Sam might get his wish after all.
“Like that?” Michael grazed his lips over Sam’s ear.
“Yes.” Sam slurred the word.
“Want more?”
Sam tilted his head back and grinned. “Always.”
“Then get in the shower.” He let Sam go, and damned if the man didn’t strut to the glass enclosure like he owned the place. Michael scooped up a condom and the lube and followed, dropping the items on a high shelf. He’d need them soon enough, but notquiteyet.
Sam turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, and the water sluiced over his shoulders and down his beautifully marred back. Thin parallel lines rose where Michael had scratched him. Michael pressed up against Sam’s back, savoring the shudder and the soft moan that rumbled through Sam.
The temperature Sam had chosen was warm, but not overly so. Michael nudged Sam out of the way and turned it a notch hotter, then switch the head of the shower from a gentle steady stream to a hard, pulsating massage. Michael put his back into the stream, letting the abrasive thump of steamy water ease the tension from his muscles.
It was going to sting like hell on Sam’s welt-covered back.Perfect.
Seemed Sam knew as well. He eyed the showerhead with a mix of trepidation and desire. “Shit.”
Michael chuckled, then pulled Sam close and took his mouth. This time, Sam surrendered to the kiss, letting Michael explore and lead. He groaned low in his throat when Michael pressed nails against the inflamed skin of his back, then thrust his hard cock against Michael’s thigh.
The friction rekindled the desire to be surrounded by Sam, to hear his cries and witness the pain—and pleasure. He spun them both around, moving Sam into the stream of water, deepening the kiss.
Sam’s whole body stiffened when the water pounded against his back; then Sam was the one kissing Michael, taking Michael’s mouth for his own—and Michael surrendered to the onslaught. Today wasn’t about last night—it was about tomorrow and the next day, and the one after that.
Sam wanted Michael. Needed him. Chose to be with him, even over a lifetime of fears. Michael had no issues switching roles, on occasion. Besides, having Sam kiss like that while rocking his cock against Michael? Hotter than hell. Knowing Sam was in pain and loving every second of it? Even better.
Sam broke their kiss and sucked in breath after breath. “God.”
