I wanted nothing more. “I have to pick up Evie by eleven.”
Sam glanced at the dashboard clock and slipped his hand higher toward my already hardening cock. “That gives us an hour and a half alone.”
The light turned green, and I turned left. “I’m sure we can find some way to pass the time.” The thought of Sam’s lips on mine, his taste on my tongue, and his smooth skin under my fingertips ramped up the excitement during the last few miles to my place. The languid strokes of his hand on the inner seam of my pants etched lines of fire through me.
Sam’s shoulder blades hit the front door a second after it thumped closed. I thumbed the lock before backing off just enough to run the digit down the bulge behind his zipper. Our mouths came together at last, and I let him in. Sam’s sweet taste tempered the unbelievable heat that grew as our tongues met and explored each other’s mouths.
His palm reached my aching length, and his fingers pressed in to reach as far around me as the pants allowed. “Off. Everything off, Gil. Please.”
I was way past the point where I could deny him anything even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. Whatever Sam wanted, he could have it. The thought that I had the freedom to get what I desired most spun through me and made me even harder. I whipped my henley off over my head while he tossed his sweater and t-shirt onto the floor.
“I love your hair,” he said before scratching gently through the dark whorls on my chest. Sam leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He licked a stripe over one pec. “I love how it feels on my skin.”
In the crush of grasping hands, thrusting hips, and mouths exploring everywhere, I somehow ended up naked before Sam did. He stroked my cock slowly from base to tip twice before I came to my senses enough to reach for his fly.
“What are you wearing under here tonight, baby?” I murmured against his throat as I tipped my head to watch the slow slide of his zipper. “Those briefs of yours drive me wild.”
His hot lips skated over my ear. “No briefs tonight.”
As much as those form-fitting underwear turned me on, I really wouldn’t care if Sam wore baggy, plaid boxers as long as I got to play with what was underneath them. I kissed him again before looking down just as his pants hit the floor and he kicked them away.
Bright blue fabric molded itself over his bulge as if it were made specifically to highlight the tapered length and pronounced ridge near the tip. Elastic strips stretched over his pale hips and around the juncture of thigh and groin. “Are you?” I couldn’t finish the question. Without thought, I grasped his arm and spun him around.
His palms hit the door with a sharp slap, and he let out a groan that reverberated through me. Beautifully bare, the smooth globes of his ass curved between the wide waistband and narrower straps holding the jock in place.
“Holy fuck, baby.” Any chance of thought disappeared, and I dropped to my knees behind him as if struck by lightning. It felt a bit like that. Our heavy breaths filled the dark room as I grasped his cheeks and squeezed. “Can I taste you? I want to taste that sweet hole.”
When he only answered with another moan, I pulled back on the elastic under his right cheek and let it snap back against his skin. “Answer me. Can I?”
Sam’s cry became the word I wanted to hear. “Yes. Fuck, Gil. Yes.” He widened his stance and tilted his hips to give me more access to the secret place I wanted more than anything.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” I leaned forward and swiped a long stripe from the top of his crack down, down over the tiny hole and beyond. “Next time, I want to put my cock here. Would you like that? Would you let me in?”
“Yes.” Whatever he might’ve said next disappeared in another one of his delicious cries.
My tongue swept over his tiny, furled hole, back and forth until it glistened slick in the dim light. I teased in circles before pressing in to taste the secret musk of the man who had rapidly become everything I ever wanted.
Could he come just like this? His thighs shook as I methodically took him apart, and the desperate, hungry sounds coming from his mouth made me throb and leak. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my own cock and stroked it hard and fast. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to feel you come.”
Sam shifted to lean on one forearm braced against the door so he could jerk off. I fucked him with my tongue, the hard tip thrusting as deep as it could before slipping out to tease the ring of hot flesh. With my free hand, I toyed with the elastic on the sexy-as-sin jock again.
“Gil.” He panted and his hand moved faster. “Do it again.”
The second the elastic snapped back onto his already pink skin, he came with a beautiful, shuddering cry. I followed him over into ecstasy, my lips on the hot swell of his cheek and my breath blowing hot over his hole.
Chapter 11
Sam
Shoving my laptop in my bag as quickly as possible, I tried to bolt from the lecture hall before my professor noticed. Some of them didn’t care if their students handed things in a couple of days late. They either accepted the fact that everyone messed up occasionally and forgave them or were happy to reduce grades without confrontation.
Dr. Endicott cared. The school had assigned him as my academic advisor when I entered the master’s degree program, and he didn’t shirk his duties. People in study groups complained about other professors and how they didn’t really help with anything. I got lucky, but I didn’t feel too lucky when he noticed my attempted escape.
The moment I turned toward the door at the bottom of the steps, he rounded the podium at the front of the room. “Mr. Burkhart. Can I have a moment of your time?”
Excuses tumbled through my mind. A study group expected me. I had to get to work. I didn’t want to lie to a professor who actually cared, though, especially since he’d already pointed me in the direction of a few internships and potential employers. He’d even suggested working toward a PhD and becoming a psychologist or going into academia. The first tempted me, the latter not at all. I wanted to help people, not just learn about them from a distance.
“Yes.” I turned and followed him through the back door of the lecture hall, the one that led to the offices instead of the cold outdoors.
