The pain and pleasure went straight to my balls. My cock jumped and precum dribbled out.
“Do that again,”I begged.
His breathing hitched and his fingers tightened in my nipples again. He pulled roughly and I think I came close to passing out. The sound that came out of my throat was long and low.
I turned around and looked up at him.
“Please,” I said.
His expression mirrored mine.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
I dropped down immediately . The tile was hard under myknees and the water ran forward over my face but I didn’t care. My face was right in front of his gorgeous cock. I took a lick off the tip, just the tip, forcing myself to go slow. I wanted to savor this so bad.
His hips shifted with the involuntary small movement of a man losing his grip on his own composure. His cock slapped my face. It was wildly erotic. Nothing like my fantasies. He was not holding himself back and I felt the satisfaction of it move through me like a live current. He put a hand on my head and his other hand found the wall. His fingers spread flat against the tile and pressed.
“Viktor.” His voice was like gravel.
“Want you so bad, Sam,” I moaned, rubbing my face up and down his shaft.
“The water…” he panted. Right, the water. Resources were limited on the station and even in the throes of our passion, that was something we both couldn’t forget.
I took his balls in my hand, rolling them and squeezing them gently. With my other hand I grabbed his thick cock so it wouldn’t keep slapping me every time Sam’s hips jerked. I sucked him hard and fast. Just like it was in the tent, he didn’t last long. He erupted in my mouth, his hoarse cry echoing off the shower stall. I greedily swallowed him, the water cleaning away any traces.
He pulled me up as soon as he was done and kissed me hungrily, tasting himself on my tongue. Behind my head, he reached and turned off the water. I was close to tears with need. I started humping his thigh, chasing friction and release.
From somewhere he found a towel and dried us up with quick strokes while I kept grinding against his rock solid muscles.
“Bed. Now.” He commanded.
We stumbled over each other in our haste but soon he was spread out under me, legs open wide, and holding the gel tube for me. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I applied the gel around his tight hole. He tore the foil of a condom packet and when he slid it over my pulsing shaft, I came this close to blowing.
“Ready?” I leaned over him, ready to ram into him.
“Yes.”
“Should I go slow?”
“No. I want you… want you to ruin me, Viktor.”
Oh, hell. That was fucking poetry. I couldn’t have gone slow after hearing such words from the man I had loved, lusted, admired, and respected for ten fucking years.
I slid inside him and we both groaned loudly. He held my waist in his strong arms and I let it loose. Stopped thinking about anything else except the feeling of pounding into his tight warm channel. It was the best fucking sensation ever.
The sound of our skin slapping against each other and our hoarse cries filled Sam’s room. I tried to slow down but I was beyond that point. Next time, I promised myself, next time I’ll savor it.
“Oh, fuck, oh… ahhh, I’m gonna come.” I drove into him, pulling back, and going deeper with each thrust.
“Don’t. Stop.” He gritted out. I took a moment to check on him. His face was red, eyes wild and pupils blown, and the cords on his neck stood out as he took my hammering.
My balls pulled tight and up and then I was coming. We came one after the other. The fact that he came a second time was such a boost to my ego.
Hell, yes.
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Chapter 11
