“Mmm. Boug.” Sam’s mouth found his nipple, wrapped around it.
“Oh… Poot. More.” Harder. Something. Teeth nipped at his skin, then his nipple was sucked in, right fierce. “Fuck!” Hisbody did the dance of joy, his legs spreading, his hips rising and falling.
Sam bit again, then sucked, then bit. Jesus, he was gonna be fucking sensitive tomorrow. Maybe even bruised. He didn’t care, though. Beau just wanted more. The suction eased off, Sammy’s tongue licking at the tip of his nipple.
“Babe.” His cock was so hard, so ready, right there against Sammy.
“Yes.” Sammy looked at him, grinned. “You taste good.”
“Well, you just taste whatever you want, Poot.”
“Everything.” That mouth traveled south, nudging his belly.
“Uh-huh. I like that plan.” Christ, he might explode soon.
His belly got a sharp little bite. “That’s me. I’m a planner.”
“You are. Worrier.” Sam was worrying his hipbone now.
“Uh-huh.” Almost gnawing, but not quite. With those callused hands on his balls, he didn’t even care.
“I love that you’re thorough.” Damn, that… Oh. Oh, when Sam’s mouth moved to his cock, all he could do was shake. The sounds that Sammy made around his cock felt like fucking magic. They made everything vibrate, all the way down to his balls. His thighs shook, and Beau tried to touch Sammy, but his hands were clumsy as hell.
Those lips were fucking magic, too—up and down, sliding and sucking, the pressure on the tip sweet as hell.
“Sammy. Gonna blow, babe.” Soon. So soon.
One finger scraped up and down along the strip of skin behind his balls, electricity jolting him. He tried to take a deep breath, but he couldn’t. So by the time he finished coming like a freight train, his ears were ringing and his vision was all blurry.
Sam kissed the tip of his cock, cheek on his belly.
“What do you want, Poot?” He wanted to give Sam a hand, too.
“I got what I want.”
“Yeah?” Sometimes Sammy amazed him. Oh, hell, who was he kidding? He was amazed all the time.
“Yeah.” Those pretty, pretty eyes met his. “You forgive me, huh?”
“I’m not sure you need forgiving, babe. I think we both got out of hand.” Beau stroked Sam’s hair, short as it was. “And you called.”
“I needed you.” Lips brushed against his palm.
“And I was being stubborn.” He was always the more stubborn one. Always the scared one.
“Yeah. You’re a cowboy.”
“I am.” He laughed, the sheer relief and joy making him lightheaded.
“Uh-huh.” Sammy grinned and bit his belly. “My stubborn, pigheaded, gumbo-making…” Those bright eyes blinked up at him. “Boug, you know how long it’s been since I had your gumbo? I been eatingfroze.”
“Oh, babe. That ain’t right.” He’d have to make a big batch. That and some pecan pie. With bourbon.
“I know. I’ve been neglected.” Look at that shit-eating grin.
“You have! I have, too. I had to have a Brazilian pull my rope.”
“Well, now, that ain’t right. Only one meant to pull your rope is me.” Sammy chuckled a little. “Silva ain’t bad at it, though. He’s a good man.”
