“Okay,” Ian said.He was sort of at a loss, now.
“Why do you want to know?”Sam asked hesitantly.
Carefully, Ian picked through his thoughts.“I think he’s the reason you’re skittish about trust and control.”
Sam swallowed and nodded, still focused on Ian’s chest hair.“He wasn’t very good to me.I never had a safeword, and he didn’t really ...care.”
“Did he hurt you?”
Sam’s eyes flew up to meet his.“Not really.Not physically.He liked to, um, humiliate me.Have more control over me than I wanted to give him.”
“Humiliation isn’t your thing.”Ian was certain of that.
“No.”Sam shook his head, hair shushing against the bedding.Ian had been right; Sam looked perfect lying on his black sheets
He pulled Sam closer, kissing his forehead.He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t going to press Sam to say more.Sam sighed, and some of the tension melted out of his body, so Ian let his fingers explore again.
He tickled the back of Sam’s thigh until he could feel goose bumps and hear the slightest shudder in his breath.He loved that he could cup Sam’s ass, one whole cheek fitting comfortably in his hand.His thumb could rest on Sam’s hipbone while his pinky finger could slide between his buttocks.Sam’s ass was small and tight and it did something to him when he held it or watched Sam walk.His cheeks looked like his glutes were always tensed, like he held the tightest piece of heaven between them, and if Ian coaxed him just right, he’d share it.
It wasn’t false advertising.
Ian let his pinky slide down slowly, off of Sam’s tailbone, into the valley below it.Dragging through slightly tacky lube left over from earlier, he circled that tiny hole.Sam squeaked and jerked his hips toward Ian, eyelids falling closed and lips falling open.
Ian pushed himself up on his elbow, looming over Sam.“Are you too sore to let me fuck you again?”he whispered in Sam’s ear.
Sam wrapped his leg tighter around Ian’s, grinding his hardening dick into Ian’s thigh.“It’ll be fine,” he panted, then tried to pull Ian in for a kiss.So Ian gave him one—a long, tongue-fucking, dominating one—then pulled away to nip his neck.
“Love your ass, Sam.I wanna fuck you on your stomach and watch my dick slide in and out of you,” he murmured, pressing and rubbing against Sam’s hole with his finger.
“Oh, God, yes.”Then Sam moaned in protest when Ian pulled his hand away, so he kissed him again.
“I wanna spread you out over the bed so I have all your skin under me.”He pushed gently on Sam’s shoulder, moving and positioning them both, until Sam was face down on the black sheets and Ian was kneeing his legs apart, watching Sam’s hips lifting for him.He lay on one of Sam’s legs, chest against his back, rolling Sam’s nuts gently between his fingers.“I wanna taste you.Wanna eat your ass,” he murmured into the back of Sam’s neck, stroking his thumb over Sam’s asshole.
Sam froze.He had his head hidden in the crook of his arm, and Ian heard him whisper something.
“What?”Ian’s heart pounded.Partly from being turned on, partly from worrying he’d freaked out Sam.But he’d rimmed Sam before, so what was the problem?
“I want you to do that,” Sam whispered just loud enough for Ian to hear, his voice reaching inside Ian and grabbing hold of something tight, and it wasn’t his nads.Sam took a small, gasping breath.“I want you to tongue fuck me until I’m loose enough for you.”He said it quickly, like he had to push it out.
“Yeah?”Ian could hear Sam gulp as he nodded.“Would you let me tie you spread-eagle to the bed for it?”
Sam froze again, muscles so tense he was trembling.Ian wondered if he shouldn’t have gone here now, but the idea of Sam tied down and writhing on his tongue wouldn’t let go of him, making his dick ache and his blood pound.He leaned to nip at Sam’s shoulder.“You have a safeword.”
Sam didn’t respond.Hell.“Did Marley ever tie you up?”Ian watched the back of Sam’s head nod.“We don’t have to.”Ian kept the disappointment out of his voice pretty well.The sinking feeling in his gut Sam wouldn’t know about.
“I want to,” Sam said.
Oh, fuck yes.“You sure?”Ian asked, but he was already rolling toward the nightstand, where he had some soft rope.Which, yeah, he was keeping there hoping for a moment with Sam just like this.The throbbing ache returned, stronger, spreading through his gut and his groin, seeping into his limbs.He could even feel it in his fingers as he reached for the drawer.
“You’ll let me free as soon as we’re done?”
Ian stopped what he was doing and looked at Sam.He could still only see the back of his head.“That son of a bitch wouldn’t untie you?”he asked.What kind of assholewasMarley?
Sam shook his head.Then he turned it to peek at Ian over his elbow.“But you will.”
Ian nodded, the ache filling his heart now.“I will.”He rolled back toward Sam without the rope, because this was so much more important.“You want this?”he asked about three inches from Sam’s face.
“Yes.”He sounded certain.
