“He’s surging hard.”
I squirm between them and push my hands into Sam’s shoulder, wanting my hips higher so that Sam can go deeper. “More.” I’m begging now.
“Sam…Sam, listen to her. She wants more.” Costa’s voice is deep, directing, and cuts through Sam’s haze.
Sam puts both hands firmly under my ass and gets me higher so that he can go deeper. My back is flat against Costa’s chest, but my ass is right over his pants, so I know how turned on he is, too. But I don’t care. This is not about his pleasure. It’s about Sam’s and mine. When Sam is fully inside me, he slows his rhythm and kisses me again. This time, it’s more controlled, more teasing—exactly how he’s fucking me now.
“The surge is raw,” Costa says smoothly into my ear. “It’s basic instinct. It’s overpowering. And it’s how much he loves you.”
Sam’s tongue is hot against mine, and he tastes more like himself but more extraordinary than ever. I tighten my stomach and move against him, increasing the tension and my need. I’m starting to breathe too hard, and I have to take my mouth from his. I know that he wants to keep kissing me, but I’m too heated, and I need air.
But Costa doesn’t. So, while I rest my head against him, Costa leans forward just a bit, just enough to direct Sam’s attention to his mouth. I take a hand from Sam’s shoulder and touch it to his face while I watch them. Costa is gentle in the way he kisses Sam, sensual and slow, giving him just enough to take the edge off. My fingers go to the kiss, and I ache to run my tongue over their lips. I want to feel them, taste their connection. I’m not threatened at all. It’s just different than what Sam and I have. And it’s wildly erotic.
I move Costa into Sam a bit more and catch my breath when I see him slip his tongue over Sam’s lips. I’m starting to get lost in their kiss, but Sam moves away and looks at me. He half-smiles and thrusts into me, hard. Then, he kisses Costa again, harder this time—full tongue, no holding back.
I smile to myself. Sam’s doing this for my benefit, and it’s working.
I’m so close. I just need a little more. “Put your hand on me.” It’s so hard to talk.
And Sam’s so lost in me again.
“Sam, please…”
From the corner of my vision, I see Costa end the kiss.
“The surge is still too high. I think he can only hear another death tripper.” Then, Costa moveshisfingers between my legs. He finds just the right spot and rubs against me.
It only takes moments until the build is inevitable, and I’m clenching my body as my arousal climbs. Sam watches, taking me in. His eyes are sharper, steadier. Costa takes his hand away now, and I think Sam is starting to see more clearly.
I know I’m right when he tells me, “I’m with you.” Those words send me over the edge and into an orgasm that leaves me shaking, trembling, and dripping in sweat.
Sam smiles again. “Told you I’d come back to you.”
“Now, comeforme.”
Sam moves with a smoothness and pace that rings less of pure lust and more of pure emotion. Even when he’s on the brink, when his sounds tell me that he’s seconds away from coming, the tenderness and care in his pacing overwhelm me. He softly kisses me and then holds his mouth just near mine when he needs to let out a groan. When he comes, he shudders, his release reverberating through me and into Costa.
Costa releases his grip on me. He kisses his fingers and touches them first to my lips and then to Sam’s. “And that, my friends,” Costa says with no hidden satisfaction, “is what we call the surge.”
Sam laughs lightly, and he’s still breathing hard when Costa slips out from behind me.
Costa walks backward and winks at me. “Welcome to death tripping.”
The front door shuts, and I lean back against the wall to look at Sam. “A simple muffin basket wasn’t going to do it, huh?”
“Go big, or go home, I guess.” He strokes a finger over my shoulder and trails it down my chest. “You okay?”
I think for a minute and nod. “I don’t like muffins anyway.”
