Page 19 of Takeover-
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.
A whip of desire lashed out from Michael’s core, flaying his nerves with pleasure and stealing his sight and breath. He came buried in Sam’s throat, shooting more than he thought possible into that willing mouth.
Sam milked him until the tremors subsided, then licked his lips. “Did that meet your expectations?” The devil resided in Sam’s rough voice and in the mischief dancing in his eyes.
Michael could only murmur Sam’s name. He pushed himself off the wall and held out a hand.
Sam took it and Michael pulled him into his arms. He kissed Sam, tasting himself on the tongue Sam thrust into his mouth. Sam’s cock nudged Michael’s belly and a zip of awareness—a warmth Michael did not want to name—ran through his blood. This man would be his undoing.
Michael broke the kiss, nipped at Sam’s neck, then spoke. “More than met.” He stepped out of Sam’s arms and retrieved the bottle of shower wash. He thumbed the flap open and drizzled the liquid over Sam’s shoulders and down his chest and back, then dropped the bottle, not caring about the noise it made. He ran his hands over Sam’s chest, lathering the wash, then moved to his back.
Sam tipped his head and his hard shaft pressed against Michael’s stomach again.
He shouldn’t leave Sam hanging like that, but he enjoyed seeing him on the edge, the way his body moved, the shudder of his breathing. Michael scrubbed lower, over Sam’s striped ass.
Michael dug his fingers into Sam’s cheeks, and Sam’s rough breathing turned into a cry.
“That hurt?” Of course it did, but he wanted to hear Sam’s answer.
“Yes.”
“Too much?”
A breathless laugh. “From you? Never.”
Michael scraped his fingers across the swollen lines from his whipping and Sam twisted. Time to end this—as much as he enjoyed having Sam at his mercy in this little space they’d carved out—the real world beckoned from beyond the shower. He ran a hand over Sam’s chest to gather what lather the shower hadn’t washed off and took hold of Sam’s cock. With the other hand, he slid a finger between Sam’s ass cheeks and teased his hole.
Sam moaned in Michael’s embrace and tangled his hands into Michael’s hair.
Michael plunged his tongue between Sam’s lips. God, Sam tasted so good. And his kiss… the sound of the shower lessened as Michael’s blood rushed in his ears. When this was over, then what? He pushed the thought—and the lump in his throat—away and stroked Sam’s cock. No gentle teasing, just a hard hand-fucking. He circled Sam’s hole with his index finger then pushed inside.
Sam’s grip tightened, pulling Michael’s hair taut, and he broke the kiss. “Oh fuck!” Sam repeated the curse into Michael’s neck.
Michael nipped and licked at Sam’s collarbone, tasting tap water, spice, and salt, then he bit Sam’s flesh and pushed his finger into Sam’s ass as far as it would go.
With a breathless shout, Sam came, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. After a few moments, Sam sighed and wilted into Michael’s embrace. “God, that was so good.”
