He wants to try too, kissing me as deeply as he can, and I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it or not, but he scoots forward, pressing us more closely together.Minute by minute, he relaxes.He starts to pick up on what I do, and he does it too.His mouth softens.He pulls playfully at my lips.He’s making up for twenty-four years, and he’s making good progress.
And I can’t help it, but I’m getting hard too.
I know the minute he feels it: he’s shifting on my lap, and he freezes.His mouth hovers over mine.
“He’s got a mind of his own,” I whisper, and I tweak Sam’s ear.
His voice is husky when he says, after a second, “Mine too.”
“I like feeling you get hard against me, but if it’s weird for you, or if it’s too much right now, we can change positions.”
Sam shakes his head.And to my surprise, he even says, “No.”He only stumbles a little when he adds, “I like it.”
“Good,” I say.For the first time, I let my hands settle on his hips, and I stroke his belly lightly with my thumbs.“Is touching okay?”
He swallows, and it’sloud.But he nods.
“Let’s try something else,” I say.“Come here.”
He lets me slide him forward.His hard-on is trapped between us as I kiss along his jaw, then down his neck.He shivers, and his breaths have a punched-out quality like he’s trying to hold them back.I bite his collarbone, and it’s Sammy’s first sound of the night: he moans.It’s short, and he squashes it pretty quickly, but it was there.And it was mine.I work his ear next, and the way he jolts when he feels my tongue is like an electric shock.
“Shit,” he breathes.
“You like that?”
His head wobbles like it’s on a loose string.
“Okay, babe,” I say.“I’m feeling really good, being with you like this.Are you okay?”
He sounds like he’s been running when he huffs, “Great.”
I’m smiling as I press another kiss to the side of his neck, and he shivers.When I touch Sam’s nipples for the first time, it’s that electric shock again; he jumps on my lap, and his breath comes out in a hard burst.I ease off, taking little bites at his collarbone, making him squirm as I ease my hands under his shirt.He’s so warm, and his body is soft and firm at the same time.I work my way up slowly, keeping up the kisses, going back to his ears.
He’s restless now, fidgeting constantly, this little catching sound in his throat.And he sounds drunk when he says, “Gray.Gray.”
I run my thumbs over his nipples, and he stiffens.
“Oh shit.Gray!”
“I know,” I whisper.This time, I take them and twist and pull—not hard, but enough that I know he’ll feel it.At the same time, I bite his collarbone.
Sam convulses.His hands gather fistfuls of my shirt, and he shouts, “Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!”
It isn’t until I feel the warm wetness soaking through my shirt that I understand.
When I lean back, he’s panting.His cheeks are red, and his mouth hangs open: picture of one totally fucked-out boy.It would be criminally hot except—
“God damn it,” he says thickly.
“Hey,” I say.“Hey, it’s okay.”
He starts to get off my lap.
“Whoa.”I loop my arms around his waist.“Hold on.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Sam says.He’s looking everywhere except at me, and he’s pulling at my arms, trying to get free.“Let go.”
“Wait a second.Sam, stop.It’s okay.That was so hot.I’m letting go, but please wait a second.”
