When Ian pushed inside Sam with his lubed finger, Sam thrust himself back onto it, but Ian whispered for him to hold still.He managed it, but when Ian slowly and carefully worked in a second finger, Sam couldn’t stop his moaning, or the rocking of his hips, and Ian—predictably—chuckled.
Ian’s fingers made him twist and finally break down.“Ian, please.”Sam groaned as Ian eased out, then back in, going farther.“Please.Wanna be full.”
“Full of my fingers?”
“Want you to fuck me,” Sam whined.He clutched the sheets, half on his stomach, one leg hiked up nearly to his chin.Would Ian notice if he snuck his hand down to his dick?He moaned louder as the head of his cock made contact with the sheet.High thread count, combed cotton.Sam thrust against the bed.
Ian loomed over him, and then the fucker crooned, “Kiddo, are you being bad and humping the sheets?”while his fingers twisted and stroked inside Sam.
“Gaaawd.”
Ian laughed again.“No, just Ian, but you can call me whatever you need.”
“That’s an overused—” he broke off to gasp “—joke.”
Ian pulled his fingers out.He was gentle, but he left Sam suddenly bereft and motionless in horror.
Then he heard the condom wrapper.“OhthankGod,” he breathed.
“Thank Ian.”
“Thank you, Ian.”
“Oh, you’ll thank me, Sam.”
Oh, please.Let it be worth thanking this egomaniac for.
Suddenly Ian moved away.Sam looked over his shoulder to see him sitting against the headboard.Ian patted one thigh.“Straddle me, facing the foot of the bed.”
Part of Sam cringed, but his cock leaked out pre-cum as he got on his knees over Ian, feeling Ian’s hands trail across his guiche, then his hole, finally resting on his hips.“You’re gonna ride me, Sam.”
God, he fucking hoped so.
Ian’s fingers dug into his hips, guiding him down until he could feel the head of Ian’s cock pressing against him, pushing in.
Whimper.
“Anyone ever tell you how tight you are?”
As tight as your voice?“It’s been mentioned,” Sam panted.
Ian laughed again, and Sam vibrated with the sound.Then it was all about getting lost in a haze of sensation, working himself onto Ian’s cock, stroking the hotspots inside with the perfect made-for-it tool until Sam was sitting fully on Ian’s groin, against his skin and wiry hair.Ian’s hand circled his throat like a collar and leash.
Sam reached down and found Ian’s balls, fondling and rubbing them against his own.They were tight, but still long enough to play with—so much bigger than his ever got.Ianhmmmed and gripped Sam’s hip harder.
Sam didn’t know how Ian could stay still like that.He himself was having difficulty with it, his muscles throbbing from Ian’s cock inside him.He tried rocking forward.
“Stop.”Ian’s hands tightened, one on his hip and the other still at his throat.Sam took in a shuddering breath, quivering with the effort of holding still.
“Lean back on your hands.”
Oh, God, that just changed all the angles.Sam’s elbows shook against Ian’s ribs as he planted his hands on pillows on either side of Ian’s waist.He could feel Ian’s breath in his hair, coming fast.“That’s good, kiddo.Now fuck yourself on my dick.”
He wished he had words to describe the feeling when he lifted his hips and Ian’s head moved inside him.He described it instead with a soft grunt that formed in the back of his throat every time he pushed himself down.But that glide and drag when he lifted his hips almost felt better.No, shoving himself down, filling himself, that felt best.Or maybe it was feeling the pressure ease, but then he just ached to be stretched again.
Ian’s fingers around his throat were so hot, capturing him, but not controlling their rhythm.He got lost in riding Ian, didn’t even remember his dick until Ian’s hand wrapped around it, making Sam’s tempo stutter.Ian started a slow, twisting stroke.“You’re making a lot of noise,” he panted in Sam’s ear.
“Sorry.”
