“Oh god, Sam,” I whisper, arching toward him, so desperate for more contact.
He wraps his hand around my base and moves it in tandem with his mouth, driving me out of my mind. He lets out a little moan of pleasure and pulls off just long enough to murmur, “Fuck, you taste so good,” and sucks me back into his hot mouth. A shudder rolls through me, and I look down to find the corners of his eyes crinkled up, like he’d be teasing me if his mouth wasn’t full of my dick.
Just when I think I’m not going to be able to hold out one more second, he pulls off me, causing me to gasp. He shoots me a devious smile as he licks and nibbles his way back up my body, taking time to pay special attention to each nipple on his way before finally making it back to my mouth.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as I can, undulating against him, trying to find more friction. He pulls back enough to grab my wrists, capturing them before pulling my arms above my head.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I nod frantically.
“Yes, god yes, Sam. I need you inside me. Please. Supplies are in the drawer.”
He lets go of my wrists and gives me a stern look that’s so hot I almost blow then and there. “Leave your arms right there.”
He reaches over and grabs the condom and lube out of the drawer in the bedside table, and I watch as he rolls it over himself. He slicks up his hands with lube first and then slides his fingers up and down his own erection, letting out a groan as he does. Once he’s all slippery, he takes hold of my cock in one hand, stroking it slowly but firmly, and with the other hand, he runs his fingertips over my entrance. I gasp as he circles my hole with his slippery middle finger before slowly dipping inside me with just the tip. He pauses for just a moment to let my body adjust before sliding his finger inside a little further, driving me crazy with need. When I start to push against him, trying to drive his finger deeper, he smiles wickedly and releases my cock so he can take one of my legs and rest it over his shoulder, opening me wider to him, and then slides another finger into me beside the first. “Mmmm, so good for me,” he says softly. “Look at you, keeping your hands just where I told you to. Such a good boy for me, Tyler.”
Hearing him call me a good boy does something to me, and my desperation for him grows impossibly stronger. I whimper and thrash around under him, grabbing the sheets above my head as I fight to keep my hands where he told me to. “God, fuck, Sam… Please.”
Unmoved by my begging, he pumps his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them and stretching me so slowly I’m not sure I’ll survive it. My cock has never been so hard, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s possible for a person to die from need when he finally slides his fingers out of me and shifts so his dick is lined up with my hole. I hold my breath as I feel him push against me, his cock so much bigger than his fingers, but oh my god, the stretch feels so good.
SAM
Tyler spread out beneath me, desperate and frantic with need, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Hearing him beg for release and knowing I’m the only one who can give it to him makes me feel more powerful than I ever have, but it’s mixed with my overwhelming need to protect him and care for him. His eyes are closed as I line my condom-covered cock up with his hole, but I want to see his eyes. “Look at me, Tyler,” I command as I push just my cockhead into him before pausing to let his muscles adjust around me.
He snaps his eyes open, and the naked want in them nearly sends me over the edge. I have to close my own eyes for a second to calm myself down before pushing forward as slowly as I can manage until I’m fully seated inside him, my thighs pressed tightly against his ass. He trembles and rocks his hips, seeking more. “More, Sam. Fuck me, please…”
I pull back, keeping the pace excruciatingly slow, and slide back into him in one smooth movement, swallowing his desperate moans. “Sam, please, oh god, fuck, Sam.”
He’s almost crying with need when I finally pull back one more time before slamming my hips into him. He cries out as I fuck into his willing body fast and hard a few times before changing it up and leaning forward to take his mouth in a deep, hot kiss. I reach up and lace our fingers together above our heads. We’re stretched out against each other, pressed tightly together from shoulders to hips as our bodies take over, instinctively finding the perfect rhythm. His cock rubs between our bellies, and I swear I can almost feel it grow harder as his movements against me become more erratic, and his breathing speeds up. He whimpers against my mouth, and I pull back so I can watch his face as he reaches his peak. “Come for me, Tyler. I want to feel you come on my cock.” His breath catches as he tips over the edge, his entire body clenching and the muscles in his ass clamping down on my dick so hard it drags me right over with him. I want to keep watching his face as he falls, but I can’t keep my eyes open as the orgasm overtakes me. I bury my head in the crook of his neck as we come at the same time, my vision whiting out for a few moments before I collapse against him, utterly spent.
As soon as I can move my limbs again, I shift off him so I don’t crush him under me. Reaching down to the ground beside the bed, I find a discarded T-shirt and use it to clean us both off and then deal with the condom, tying it off to deal with later before gathering Tyler in my arms, loving the way his body melts into mine.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur to him, not even sure whether he can hear me but unable to stop whispering sweet nothings to him before we both drift back to sleep.
CHAPTER 22
TYLER
The rest of the weekend goes by like a dream. Sam and I barely leave the bed, and it’s pretty much the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Pun fully intended. In between orgasms and sleeping, we drink a couple of bottles of wine, grill steaks again, and generally get to know each other even better. I don’t want to stop to examine how amazing Sam makes me feel. Once again, I put a pin in it, telling myself I’ll examine it later.
Late Sunday afternoon, we decide to head down to the beach for a walk. I’ve been neglecting my sketchbook for the last couple of days, having had much more interesting things to think about, but I grab it as we’re walking out the door, and when we stop for a few minutes to let the last watery rays of sunlight warm us before heading back to the cabin, I sketch a very quick drawing of Sam’s profile. I don’t hide it from him, although when he asks if he can see it, I shyly shake my head. I promise him I’ll show him when I’m finished tinkering with it, and he seems to be satisfied with that answer.
By the time Sunday night rolls around, we’re tired from all the fresh air and the orgasms, and we cuddle in bed, falling asleep without even having sex. It's so natural to fall asleep in Sam’s arms that I didn’t notice the absence of anything. I feel like Sam fills a hole in my soul that I didn’t even know was there, which might be the cheesiest, most ridiculous sentence ever, but it’s true.
Monday morning, we’re up early. Sam slides out of bed before me, so he makes the coffee. Afterward, we head over to the main building and continue work.
Our working relationship stays completely the same. Casual, comfortable, and easy. We tease and flirt and banter back and forth in a way that’s become natural for us. I’ve loved working at Hot Dam Homes from the beginning, but working with Sam is just… fun.
As the week passes, we slide further into this domestic routine of eating together, cleaning up, snuggling for a while, and then crawling into bed at the same time. It turns out Sam’s more than happy to go to bed early with me. He reads or plays a quiet game on his phone if he’s not tired, but he always holds me in his arms until I fall asleep. Again, not wanting to look too hard at how good that feels.
We take advantage of a few unseasonably warm winter days and go for walks on the beach in the afternoon before it gets too dark, finishing up whatever we’re working on in the early evening. Toward the end of the week, the weather returns to normal, with rain and wind battering the buildings and turning the worksite into a muddy pit.
It’s midafternoon on Friday when Sam texts me from the other room that he’s got a bunch of stuff to go out to the dumpster. It’s a job we both hate since getting stuff out there involves going down some stairs and negotiating a muddy, uneven path with a full wheelbarrow, so we decided to take turns.
I throw my own pile of trash into the wheelbarrow and then take it into the room where Sam’s working. Once we’ve loaded it, he grabs me around the waist, pulling me close and planting a kiss on me that I can feel all the way down to my toes.
When he releases me, we’re both breathless and laughing.
“Sorry,” Sam chuckles. “That’s probably inappropriate fraternizing between coworkers. I’ll try to keep my hands to myself, but I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”
