Page 63 of Takeover-
Seemed that same blade had found Sam as well. Short puffs of breath shuddered Sam’s back and his arms were locked against the shower wall, nails biting into the grout. When Michael wrapped a hand around Sam’s cock, Sam’s whole body quaked.
“Close?” Michael stroked Sam’s cock and thrust deep.
Sam grunted low, then answered. “Fuck, yes.”
He sped up. “How close?”
This time the only answer Sam gave was a laugh that sounded more like a sob that only intensified the headiness, the buzzing in Michael’s blood.
He kissed behind Sam’s ear. “Good.”
Sam hissed and rammed back with each thrust. Any control Michael thought he had disappeared, along with everything else in the world but Sam. Need gripped him tight, flaying skin and bone. He plowed into Sam, jerking him off at the same rapid rate.
From Sam’s guttural cries and unintelligible cursing, he was barely staving off orgasm.
Just for Michael.
Fire engulfed Michael. His balls tightened and he let out a harsh cry of his own, and then leaned over Sam and spoke one word. “Come.”
Sam did, with a shout that echoed against stone and glass and he tightened around Michael’s cock.
The shower hazed out and burst into a sea of stars and Michael spilled over into his own orgasm and he emptied himself deep inside Sam. Every movement seared into Michael’s skin until couldn’t move anymore, could barely stand.
He wasn’t sure if he was shaking or if the quaking was Sam—probably both of them. Sam clung to the shower wall while Michael held Sam, breathless and panting, the aftershocks rolling down Michael’s limbs.
Sam shifted. “Please do that to me again, sometime.”
“Anytime you’d like.” Michael eased himself out of Sam.
A groan from Sam. “Not anytime, or we’ll never get anything done.”
Wasn’t that the truth. “Give me a sec.” Michael slipped out of the shower long enough to ditch the condom, then was back in Sam’s arms. He kissed Sam on the forehead, then the mouth, then brushed a thumb over his cheek. “Still need coffee?”
Sam tilted his head back. “I will always need coffee.” His smile was brilliant. “You?”
“Yes.” He could take or leave coffee, to be honest. But that wasn’t the question he answered.
It was Sam that he’d always need.
