“What one?”Damn he was stubborn.
“About this being just sex.”Ian didn’t give Sam a chance to answer; he pulled him forward with the hand on the back of his neck and kissed him.
Sam let Ian kiss him, because it was a novelty still and because Ian owed him.When Ian ended it, Sam was breathless.That’s what stopped him from shoving Ian back, telling him what he thought about his “parameter,” then demanding to be taken home.Ian had almost had him with that awesome sex thing, and the trust thing.Then he had to ruin it by reminding Sam of his stupid “parameter.”How the hell was he supposed to trust someone who started a relationship by saying it wasn’t one and never would be?He deserved better than just sex.He needed to tell Ian that and get out of here.
Just as soon as he caught his breath.
He let his forehead rest against Ian’s while he waited for his willpower to kick in.Unfortunately, his libido was lobbying for congress with Ian.We can have true love later, can’t we?Someone else will come along.His libido was thinking about the here and now, and how it would feed all his secret fantasies.You already trust Ian some, it argued.Why not get what we can from someone we know can deliver?
Because I’m worthmorethan just sex, his willpower whined.
But when it came right down to it, Sam was just as horny as the next guy.It was hard to turn down someone who promised to hand you all your sex fantasies on a platter.He could go with the (very sexy, extremely appealing) frog for now, and wait for his prince to come later, right?Frogs could be fun.
Then Ian, the evil genius, stomped all over the remnants of Sam’s will.“You know what I can’t stop thinking about?When we first got together at the party, you were walking down the hall naked in front of me.I can still see it if I close my eyes.You have the sweetest little ass.”Ian paused, moving to Sam’s ear and kissing it.“I want to bury myself in you,” he whispered against Sam’s neck.“I want to watch you taking me inside you while you ride me.”
Oh, he wassucha bastard.Did he know compliments were Sam’s mortal weakness?
Fortitude.He was going to open his mouth and tell Ian he could just occupy himself with the memory for the foreseeable future.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about that.At least a dozen.”
Sam nearly choked.Was Ian saying he’d ...fantasizedabout him?Ian was the only man on the planet—the onlyperson—who’d ever,everdone that.Sam couldn’t breathe right.Don’t hyperventilate...
Ian’s hand had somehow made its way from Sam’s wrist to his lower back, his fingers running along just inside Sam’s waistband, stroking the sensitive skin there, making breathing even harder for him.Ian pulled him closer until Sam could feel his hard dick through their jeans, all the while forcing his hand down the back of Sam’s pants and working his fingers under Sam’s briefs.Crowding his way in until he was cupping Sam’s ass, fingers tickling the curve above his thigh, then sliding in between his cheeks to find Sam’s guiche piercing and play with it.Sam made a sobbing sort of gasp, gripping the sides of Ian’s head, not sure when he’d grabbed him at all.“I owe you, Sam,” Ian whispered.“I promised you I’d fuck you.”
Sam exhaled slowly, trying to get his lungs under control.“I need to take a shower.”
What was one more night of slutdom, in the grand scheme of things?
Sam was hallucinating; had to be.He’d been wandering so long in a sexual desert that he’d stumbled into some kind of lust-fueled mirage, because itcould notfeel this amazing to have Ian kissing him, flattening him on the bed with his naked body.Sex didn’t feel this amazing except in romance novels.Or—hopefully—with his One True Love.
Ian was not his One True Love.Remember that.
Maybe Ian was his One True Fuck.Sam groaned.Ian chuckled into his mouth, still kissing him.All Sam could do was alternately grip Ian’s head or his shoulders, arching up into him and craning his neck, trying to keep their mouths together when Ian pulled away.
“Roll over,” Ian whispered.
Sam let his head fall back, staring stupidly at Ian.What?Why did he want—oh.He bit his lip and a shiver curled its way down his spine.He rolled onto his stomach.
Ian’s hand stroked his shoulders and his back, palms flat against Sam’s skin.He pulled himself closer, then draped himself half over Sam, planting one hand on the bed in front of his face and whispering into his ear.“You need a safeword.”
Sam’s whole body went rigid.He did?He’d never had one with Marley.
Like that’s some kind of recommendation.
“I don’t expect you’ll need it tonight, but you should pick one.”Sam watched the muscles in Ian’s hand and forearm straining as he held himself up.The muscles flexed when Sam remained silent, then he felt the heat from Ian’s cock and its soft skin on his lower back.He gasped.
That gasp broke the dam—he could speak again.“Like what?”
“Whatever you’d like.”Ian slowly started moving again, pushing up until his dick was stroking the muscles along Sam’s spine.
Sam’s eyes drifted shut, completely seduced by that feeling.Like being tickled with sex.“Grapefruit,” he mumbled thoughtlessly.
Ian finally lowered himself on the other side of Sam, chuckling.“Why does everyone pick food?”
Sam’s eyes flew open.Everyone who?How many people had Ian been with that had needed a safeword?Then Ian kissed the back of his neck and down his spine, and Sam decided he didn’t need to know.
Ian was a slow lover.Sam felt every caress, got the most sensation possible out of it, leaving him pretty sure this was the Death by Chocolate version of sex.Ian acted amused by his moans and groans and gasps, but Sam couldn’t be bothered to give a damn.By the time Ian snapped open the lube, Sam no longer cared that this was just sex, or that Ian might have been with hundreds of other guys.He didn’t think anymore about how his body looked or whether Ian was really turned on or faking it (but seriously, how could anyone fake something that hard?).
