Maybe if I just continued playing dead, eventually he would sink into deeper sleep and in the morning nobody would be the wiser.
My hope was crushed to smithereens the next moment whenSam pushed his groin against my side, and I felt the distinct hot presence of his hard-on through the soft fabric of his base layer.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Through the palm still over my mouth, the sound of my helpless groan escaped.
My blood was roaring in my ears so loud I couldn’t hear the penguins or even myself anymore. My hips jerked on their own accord and before I could open my mouth to warn Sam, I found myself grinding against his leg.
His hips did the same thing. The length of his erection burned a hole in my side. He was as hard as a rock. “Ah, god,” I whispered.
But no. I needed to stop. I removed the hand from over my mouth, twisted my torso, grasped his shoulder and shook him hard. Sam’s eyes flew open.
“You… you…” I panted, my face inches from his.
Heat, confusion, and hunger warred in his eyes. Just like it had earlier, his gaze dropped to my lips as if on its own. As if he couldn’t control himself.
Moments passed. He didn’t seem to be able to move his gaze. He seemed transfixed.
I detonated.
I crushed my mouth against his, flinging my whole body at him.
I didn’t know what I was doing. I was too far gone to care or think. I poured all my longing, frustration, and desire for him into that kiss. Sam’s mouth was soft and yielding under mine, but then he started responding. He kissed me back and it was nothing like any kiss I had ever experienced. It was less of a kiss and more of a demand. He dominated me completely and I let him.
We rutted against each other frantically while our mouthsand tongues tangled together. It was bruising and crushing and exactly what I wanted, but I needed more.
I climbed fully on top of him, resting the entire weight of my body on his. He made a half choking, half grunting sound and it went straight to my balls.
My fingers dug deep into his biceps, clinging to him for dear life. I took his lower lip between my teeth and tugged hard.
I tasted blood. Sam cried out and the next moment I found myself flung onto my back with him towering over me.
His eyes were wild, his hair messed up, his lips swollen and red. I had never seen anything sexier.
He pinned me down, putting all of that strength to good use. In my secret fantasies, this was exactly what I had always dreamed of. I wanted him to restrain me, tie me up, make it impossible for me to move an inch. My body was always on the move. I was born this way, and I craved the stillness that Sam brought to me, both in mind and body.
I tugged one hand free and raked it down his body over his chiseled abs through the fabric until I reached between his legs. I groped and took his balls into my hand and squeezed gently.
Sam cursed and dived down, claiming my mouth again in a ferocious kiss that had me seeing stars. I kept massaging his balls, reveling in the feeling of him in my hand. Our cocks ground against each other chasing friction. I could feel wetness seeping through my base layer. Both of our pre-come intermingling.
The entire tent felt like it was shaking. Dimly, somewhere in the periphery of my mind, I worried about the sleeping bag, but my conscious thoughts had all turned off.
He started thrusting into me, clearly feeling the desperate need for more. I was going mad with the need. I shoved at him until he fell back and I straddled his hips. Both our chests roseand fell as we panted heavily, our breath fogging slightly.
I was drenched in sweat. I pulled my thermal shirt over my head and threw it into the corner of the tent. Sam’s gaze roved all over my bare torso. The raw lust I saw there made my skin tingle.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I grabbed the hem of his thermal leggings with both hands. His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop me. Slowly, bit by bit, I dragged it down. The dark trail of hair down his abdomen revealed itself, and then his beautiful, long, thick cock sprung free. I couldn’t tear my eyes off it. He was beautiful and I wanted my mouth stuffed with it.
So I did exactly that.
I bent down and wrapped my lips around the tip. Sam’s whole body jerked in response. He cried out something. It sounded like my name or a plea to the heavens. Whatever it was, I took it as a sign to keep going.
I sucked on him eagerly, tasting the salty tang on my tongue. I could tell he was holding himself back and I wanted none of that. I took him further down my throat. With one hand on his hip to ground myself, I extended the other up his chest and grabbed one well-defined pec.
My fingers grazed over a taut nipple. Sam grunted and his hips moved a fraction. I felt the sweet taste of victory. I took his nipple between my thumb and finger and twisted it roughly. I was beginning to understand what made Sam react. He liked it rough, just like me. I was rewarded with a hard thrust of his hips. I groaned and the sound vibrated through my mouth and up his erection, making him jerk again.
I felt his hands on my shoulders pulling me off, but I was having none of that. Stubbornly I kept my mouth on his cock. For a few moments we wrestled with each other, our groansfilling the tent, until he got the upper hand and rolled us over.
I was proud of myself because I did not let go. I did not let his cock slide out of my mouth. Sam hunched over me, his eyes glued to the point where my lips were stretched around him.
