Page 6 of Takeover-
Sam pressed his forehead into the bed. Yes, he did. Only, what the hell was he going to do when he returned to the States? This would never happen again, not with Michael. Not with anyone else. Hard enough to hide that he was gay, butthis? Suddenly, he was very glad Michael couldn’t see his face. It burned, but not with need. More of himself to hide when he returned. A thin part of his mind whispered one word.Coward.
He didn’t hate himself for being gay. No, he hated himself for hiding that he was gay because it was bad forbusiness. He’d seen what being out could do to a promising career. Swollen eyes staring back at Sam’s. The stink of stale water on brick.
The caress of Michael’s hand on Sam’s ass drew him from despair back into desire.
“You’re a runner?”
Sam turned his head sideways so he could speak clearly. “Yeah.”
“It’s your muscle tone” Michael said, answering the unasked question. “You’ve the legs, the thighs”—Michael slapped him hard—“and the ass of a runner.”
Sam barely heard the last words. Every part of his skin flamed when the sting from Michael’s blow radiated all over his body. He moaned. It hadn’t hurt, but it had done more to tighten his balls and stiffen his cock than any mouth or ass ever had.Holy shit.
Michael grunted, as if surprised. Then another blow landed. Followed by a third. After that, Sam lost track, because the world turned white. The pain… wasn’t. Each hit stung but also sang in his blood, vibrating him from the inside out. He twisted and rocked but not in any effort to get away from Michael’s hand. He thrust against air. Every slap melted his bones and tightened his cock.
When the blows stopped, Sam cried out, but more from frustration than anything else. “Fuck. No, please.”
Michael smoothed fingers over his backside. His breathing was as rough as Sam’s. “You wantmore?”
Michael was surprised? Sam pressed his face into the mattress. Just this single night—no time to figure any of this out. He lifted his head. “Yes, damn it.” His mouth was so dry. “God, I can’t take the waiting. Please just—”
The blow came and shut Sam’s brain down, and he dissolved into a wash of heat and light at the glorious sting of Michael’s hand. Sam’s balls drew up, but there was nothing around his dick but air. This close to release, every point of pain burst like fireworks in his vision.
Michael stopped. Again.
Sam tried to ground his teeth into nubs. His body shook and his throat was so parched, he couldn’t speak.
Michael whispered into his ear. “I have to stop. I’ll injure you if I keep going.” His touch was both soothing and enflaming. He was kneeling next to Sam. When had Michael ended up on the bed?
“Sam?” Concern laced Michael’s voice.
Sam’s ears rang with the pounding of his blood. He swallowed moisture into his throat and spoke. “I’m here. I’m fine.” Lies. He wanted more. That was a problem. After tonight he doubted he’d find anyone to scratch this itch—certainly not among his colleagues.
Yeah, that would earn their respect, Sam begging to be tied up and punished. Because he’d always wanted this. Dreamed it. All those videos.
He was sure some would love to beat him, but with fists, and hard enough to break bones. He knew that pain. Despised it.
This wasn’t anything like that.
Fuck.“I’m fine,” he repeated. “Please, I need… more.”
“Sam.” His name was a caress. “I wish I had met you earlier. That would have been better.”
“I can take it.”
“Your skin says otherwise.” Michael’s touch over Sam’s ass made him twist and shudder. Michael moved lower and fondled Sam’s balls. “There are other things I can do to you.”
The afterglow of the spanking merged with Michael’s not-so-gentle hold on Sam’s sac. Sam groaned into the sheets. The need pooling in his core threatened to spill out into the rest of his body.
Michael kissed him on the back. “You’re glorious,” he said, then climbed off the bed.
Except I only get one fucking night!That thought vanished with the click of the lube bottle. Slick, wet flesh—Michael’s hand—met Sam’s cock and Sam gasped. But the sweet touch wasn’t there long. Sam pumped against air and wished for all the world that his hands were free, and was glad as fuck that they weren’t. He didn’t have the control to keep from jacking himself off. He wanted this to last.
He suspected Michael did as well.
The sound of the lube bottle opening again sent a bolt of fire through Sam. When the cool run of liquid ran down the crack between his cheeks and over his hole, the heat in his stomach and balls rose out of control, pushing him to the verge. “I’m close.”
“I know,” Michael said. “It’s written all over your body.” He dragged a finger down after the lube, and circled the muscles at Sam’s entrance.
