The plane was dark except for a few rows ahead where someone had switched on their reading light. I glanced over at Korey who was sound asleep in the seat next to me, having thankfully passed out after just two hours into the ten-and-a-half-hour flight to London. He’d been in such a terrible mood since he’d picked me up that I hadn’t dared bring up the credit card issue. I hoped he didn’t plan on behaving that way the entire trip or we may have to have a come-to-Jesus moment.
He’d rolled his shirtsleeves up before he fell asleep and I took a minute to look over the scratches along his wrist and arms. I’d noticed he had a couple on his cheek as well. When I’d asked him about them, he told me he’d lost the battle with a rosebush he was trimming at his mother’s house. I wasn’t sure which surprised me the most; that he’d been gardening, or the fact that he had a mother who lived nearby that I’d never met.
The scratches on his face weren’t bad, but the ones along his arms were fairly deep in a few places. I’d have to make sure he put some antibiotic cream on them when we got to London, so they wouldn’t get infected. With that plan in mind, I tried to settle in once more.
I’d tried reclining in my seat, a soft pillow under my head and a warm blanket over my lap, but still, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep. It could’ve been the noise of the plane’s engines or perhaps Korey’s constant snoring that was keeping me awake, but I was pretty sure it had mostly to do with having to leave Samuel. As our relationship continued to grow and I began falling for him, I found myself resenting the times we had to spend apart more and more. Samuel understood that I had to travel for my job and, while he never made me feel bad for it, we both missed each other terribly, especially when it was for long periods of time.
Luckily, I was only going to be gone three days this trip and most of that would be spent flying back and forth. I would’ve bowed out of this one altogether, but I’d been asked to take part in a show for the new Armani collection and rumor had it that Kate Middleton herself was going to be there. I was pretty sure I would die if I ever got to meet her. As far as I was concerned, she was the best thing to happen to England since Diana, Princess of Wales.
I turned on my side and adjusted my pillow, so I wouldn’t get a crick in my neck, then I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. The nameless, faceless man who used to star in all my dreams was nothing more than a memory now, replaced by someone with bright blue eyes, a killer body, and a smile that made my knees go weak. Samuel was every fantasy I’d ever had, come to life.
I felt myself smile as the memories of the night before washed over me.Samuel and I hadn’t seen each other since he’d left to meet with Brooklyn. I’d spent that day scrubbing my apartment until every single inch of it gleamed. I couldn’t help it; whenever I got anxious, I channeled that energy into cleaning and I was more nervous that day than I could remember being in a very long time. I was dying to know how things were going and I’d nearly driven myself crazy, constantly checking my phone to be sure I hadn’t missed a call or text from him. When my phone actually did ring, I almost had a heart attack.
Samuel had called to tell me that everything had gone well and that he’d tell me everything later, but Brooklyn had asked him to spend the day with her and Gayle before she had to go back to school. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see him before my trip, but I was also so relieved that everything seemed to be better between him and his daughter that I immediately got choked up. I was sure he could hear the wavering of my voice as I told him to have a wonderful time and that I’d see him when I got back.
I spent the rest of the afternoon packing for my trip and going over the itinerary. I considered going for a jog, but one look out the window showed me that it was starting to get dark and with a serial killer on the loose, I figured that might not be the best idea. Just the thought of those poor guys, fighting to survive as some sick bastard choked the life out of them, sent cold chills up my spine.
Deciding to stay in, I heated up some leftover minestrone soup and camped out on the couch in my favorite unicorn jammies, watching old black-and-white movies. I didn’t care what the storylines were, I just liked seeing all the clothes and hairstyles back then. They may not have been very progressive in their thinking, but they sure dressed in style.
When I woke up, it was even darker out and there was a different movie on the TV. It took me a few seconds to figure out what had woken me, but then I heard it again, a gentle knock on the door. I grabbed my phone to check the time. Who the hell could be knocking on my door at ten o’clock at night?I swear to God, if it’s Korey, I’m going to kill him.
I stumbled to the door, rubbing my hands over my eyes and releasing a tired yawn. One look through the peephole had my heart racing though and suddenly I was wide awake. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, hoping it didn’t look like a rat’s nest and cupped my hand in front of my face, blowing into it to check my breath. I glanced down at my pajamas and cursed the fact that I wasn’t in something sheer and silky instead.Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now.
I pulled the door open and started to say hello, but I never got the chance as Samuel rushed forward and grabbed me up in a kiss that left my head woozy and my toes curled. Oh. My. God. The man could kiss! With our tongues exploring and my fingers in his hair, his hands slid around my waist, pulling me up against him so I could feel exactly how excited he was to see me.
His hands slid down to cup my ass and lifted me easily into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together to hold him in place and began thrusting my hips so that our cocks rubbed against each other. Samuel growled deep in his throat, then swallowed my gasp as the rough denim of his jeans pressed through the thin layer of cotton I had on.
“I didn’t. Think I’d. Get to see you,” I managed to say in between kisses.
“Had to. Couldn’t wait three days. To taste you,” Samuel responded. The raw desire in his voice sent a shockwave through me and my cock dribbled, creating a wet spot on the front of my pajamas.
He took a step forward, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot. He started to move on but seemed to think better of it and turned to lock the door, then he carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom, kicking off his shoes.
We hadn’t done much in the way of sex since the night in my car other than a few heavy make-out sessions and some hand jobs. I understood, with him just coming to terms with the fact that he was bisexual, that I needed to be patient and give him time to get used to being with a man. I didn’t mind giving him that time because he was worth waiting for, but dear Lord, if he didn’t at least touch me in the next few minutes, I was going to explode.
Samuel set me down on the bed and I whined in frustration as he pulled away from me. He didn’t go far though and I swallowed hard as he reached for his belt, flicking it open and pulling it free of the loops around his waist. I reached for the lamp beside my bed and nearly knocked it over in my rush to turn it on. We’d never been completely naked together and I had to see this.
His bright blue eyes had darkened, and his pupils were blown as he locked eyes with me. The muscles in his arms bulged as he reached over his head and pulled his shirt off. My eyes moved over his chest, greedily eating up the sleek muscles and the smattering of dark fur on his chest. The same dark hair started again just below his navel and traveled down, narrowing into a thin line that taunted me as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.
I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for more, then I sighed happily as he complied. With a flick of his wrist, his jeans came undone and I saw the tip of his cock peeking out at me over the waistband of his briefs. The thick, mushroomed head was a dark red and he must have approved of me staring at it because a single bead of precum bubbled up from the slit.
I licked my lips eagerly and slid my hand under the elastic of my pajamas, wrapping my hand around my aching cock and giving it a few quick jerks beneath the flimsy material. Samuel did that growly thing that never failed to make me stupid and he quickly dropped his jeans and briefs to the floor and kicked them aside.
I watched as he bent down to pull off his socks and then he was standing in front of me in all his deliciously naked glory. Samuel’s skin was tanned, his muscles sleek and well-defined. Free of the restraints of his clothing, his cock jutted out from his body; long and thick. My mouth watered with the need to lick him, suck him, worship his cock, and I had to press the heel of my hand against my own to keep myself from coming too soon.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and quickly slipped it off, letting it drop from my fingers over the side of the bed. Samuel moved to the foot of the mattress and I let out a surprised laugh as he grabbed the legs of my pants and tore them off my body, tossing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. My laughter died though as he placed one knee on the bed and slowly began to crawl up and over my body until he was hovering right above me.
He looked into my eyes and then slid his gaze down between our bodies as his hips lowered and our bare cocks rubbed against each other for the first time. We both gasped at the perfect sensation. His eyes darted to mine and they were full of awe and wonder and I felt myself falling even further. He’d had to deny this part of himself for so long and I felt humbled that he trusted me enough to share such an important moment with him.
His strong arms held him up as he looked back down to where we were joined and began to thrust a little faster, the slick of our juices easing his movements. I let him take the lead, doing whatever felt good to him, which in turn felt incredible to me. After a while though I needed more, so I reached between us and grabbed both our cocks in my hand and began stroking them together. When I looked up at him, Samuel’s eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw dropped open. Seeing him so completely blissed out urged me on, and I squeezed my hand tighter as my palm moved over our shafts in long, languid strokes.
“Stop!” Samuel cried out after a few minutes, closing one hand over mine to halt my movements. I looked up at him, confused. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“That’s kind of the goal, sweetie,” I joked, still not sure why he’d stopped me.
Carefully, he lowered his body onto mine and I shivered as I was suddenly blanketed by his warmth and the smooth texture of his skin. His scent was all around me, a mixture of wood, spice, and arousal and my nostrils flared as I breathed him deep inside my lungs.
“I know, but I was serious before,” he told me.
