Page 5 of Takeover-
Michael’s laugh was musical. He strode forward and tucked his fingers beneath the waistband of Sam’s underwear then pushed the briefs over Sam’s cock and off his hips. “They look better on the floor.”
The scrape of the fabric against the crown of Sam’s dick took his breath away and pulled the desire coiled within him even tighter. At this rate, he’d shoot before Michael removed a stitch of clothing. “So do my knees.” Brazen. Begging? Maybe.
Michael huffed a laugh, then sucked Sam’s earlobe. His hot breath caressed Sam’s ear. “Prove it.”
Without hesitation, Sam sank to the ground. Blood pounded in his head, but he couldn’t blame the brandy for making him dizzy. He looked up at Michael.Please. Please say what I think you’re going to say.
He hadn’t wrapped his mouth around a dick since undergrad. After his first term in grad school, he’d learned that sucking cock wasn’t an acceptable pastime for the type of businessman he needed to be. Grad school had taught him that. Gay either got you ignored or the crap beaten out of you.
Hell, the handful of men who’d blown Sam since then thought he was straight, that he just got off on the power. That was the expectation at his level.
Michael ran a finger over Sam’s cheek. “Take my cock out and suck it.”
With pleasure. Sam’s hands were remarkably steady as he undid Michael’s shorts and pushed them and the white briefs out of the way and got his first look at the cock he’d only felt.
No wonder the bulge had been huge. Michael wasn’t any longer than Sam, but his girth…Jesus. Before the night was out, that cock was going to be buried in Sam’s ass. A wave of fire washed over him.
Michael caressed the top of Sam’s head. “Don’t disappoint me now.”
Sam kissed the crown. The sharp tang of the fluid at Michael’s tip tasted different from Sam’s own. He couldn’t remember what any of the others had tasted like; it had been too long. Sam pushed back the foreskin and took more of Michael in and was rewarded by Michael’s soft moan and his hands twisting into Sam’s hair.
Giving head was like riding a bike—you could be horribly out of practice but you never forgot the skill. Sam stroked Michael’s thighs and sucked more cock in. The thickness of Michael’s shaft stretched his mouth wide, making it hard for him to run his tongue over the thick veins, but he’d never backed down from a challenging situation.
Michael tightened both his hands in Sam’s hair and tugged sharply. The pain sent a shower of sparks running to Sam’s dick. His balls tightened, and when he groaned his pleasure, Michael thrust his cock against the back of Sam’s mouth. It took every ounce of Sam’s willpower not to gag.
There was no way in hell he’d be able to take all of Michael into his throat, even if he wanted to. And he did. Sam looked up. He wasn’t inexperienced—just out of practice. Because men who ran companies weren’t supposed to be the ones on the receiving end of a face-fuck.
“Sorry,” Michael said. “You just look so hot.” He pulled back and stroked in and out more shallowly.
Hot. On his knees with a cock in his mouth. Those weren’t boardroom qualities. Sam’s skin itched and pricked. But then again, he hated boardrooms and he missed this so damn much.
It didn’t take Sam long to get used to Michael’s rhythm, and it gave him the room to use his tongue more effectively. He pressed against the underside of Michael’s shaft near the head and hoped that got Michael off the same way it did him.
“Christ.” Michael withdrew completely, his voice rough and breathless. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
Apparently, the answer was yes. Sam filed that away for later, then his heart sank to the floor. One night. No last names. There was no later, no reason to remember what pleased Michael, because Sam would never see him again.Shit.He pushed away the bitter taste that rose in his throat. “I thought that was the point.”
Michael snorted and ran a thumb that tasted of salt and spice over Sam’s lips. “Yes, but not yet.” He stroked Sam’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Up.”
Sam rose. One night. That didn’t seem fair, now. Then again, he hadn’t come to the island for anything but a fling. After this, it was back to the US, into a new job, and back in the closet. He nearly choked on his own bitterness.
“Turn around and kneel on the bed with your hands behind your back.” Michael’s command brought him back to the here and now, right where he wanted to be.
Sam did as told, the bed’s comforter cool against the overheated skin of his legs. When Michael slid the tie off the bed, Sam’s balls ached even more. Silk tightened around Sam’s wrists and he gasped. He was so damn hard and dripping from need. Now he couldn’t even touch himself. This was every one of his dreams come to life. One night. “Oh, God.”
Michael responded with a chuckle that would have made the devil proud. He finished binding Sam’s hands. “Too tight?”
Sam tested the makeshift binding. No way was he breaking free easily, but he could wiggle his fingers. “No.”
“Good.” Michael kissed the back of Sam’s neck, then pressed him forward and down until his forehead touched the mattress.
Again, Sam’s heart threatened to ram itself out of his chest and the breath that escaped his mouth sounded suspiciously like a whimper. He’d always wanted to be tied up and fucked, but had never found the right circumstances—or the right man.
“Spread your legs wide.”
He did, despite the tremble in them. Michael nudged Sam’s knees even farther apart and the result felt gloriously hedonistic. Bound and spread, his dick and balls hanging and easily accessible, his ass up in the air and the perfect level, he expected, for Michael’s cock to enter him. The coil of desire in Sam tightened and he couldn’t help squirming.
“Damn.” Michael’s voice was low and full of gravel. “If we had the time, I’d sit and watch you for a while. You’re stunning, moving like that. You want this badly, don’t you?”
