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God.

He really was beautiful.

Even though Sam was the first man I’d ever been attracted to, being with him like this just felt right. There was no part of me that was interested in hesitating, in slowing things down. I knew what I wanted, and he was right in front of me, perfectly on display just for me to see.

I started to take my own clothes off, raising my shirt over my head, pulling down my pants. I didn’t stop until I was just as on display as Sam, wanting to see the look in his eye when he saw me naked for the first time.

“Fuck…,” Sam whispered, one of his hands reaching out to touch my chest. “It’s like you’re chiseled out of fucking marble. How are you possibly this hot?”

“I could say the same about you.” I smirked before leaning toward him, capturing his lips in yet another kiss. I didn’t know how long we stayed that way, skin on skin, heat rising between us, my hand resting on the side of his face. I only noticed something shifting between us when I felt Sam slowly sliding toward the bedroom floor, not stopping until his face was at hip level, his mouth dangerously close to my shaft—

“Fuck,” I moaned, as Sam took my cock between his lips. He kept his eyes on mine, even as he started to bob his head back and forth along my shaft, his mouth taking more of me in, inch by inch. I felt a pleasurable shiver move through me, as I watched him work, his cheeks going hollow as he played with my cock. A few seconds later I felt his tongue moving in small, deliberate circles all along the head of my shaft, softly sliding across my weeping slit.

“Fuck… Sam…” Instinctively, I pressed my hips against his mouth, my cock steadily driving in and out of his lips as I groaned for him. “Fuck…”

Just then, I felt one of Sam’s hands wrap around my shaft, pumping me with his fist as his tongue continued to play with the head of my cock. It was enough to take me right over the edge, my shaft exploding against his tongue with my come, my core tightening as I finished inside his mouth. Sam hadn’t broken eye contact with me the entire time, even looking up at me as I fell apart, like he was studying my expression…

Or committing it to memory.

“My turn,” I growled under my breath as I moved away from him. Sam kept his gaze locked on mine as he pushed himself off the ground, soon standing right in front of me all over again. Without saying another word, I gently grabbed his wrists, leading him to the edge of the bed. Once there, I casually took a seat, shifting my frame down toward the bed sheets. My hands still on Sam’s wrists, I pulled him closer to me, close enough that his cock was lined up perfectly with my mouth.

And then, my lips were wrapped around the length of him.

“Oh, my God… Damon,” Sam groaned, as I sucked him off, my mouth sliding up and down his perfect cock. I felt his palms twitch in my grip, his body pulsating with pleasure.

Fuck.

I couldn’t pretend like Sam’s response to my mouth on him wasn’t having an effect on me, my cock already twitching back to life.

But this wasn’t about me.

I took a deep breath, making sure Sam felt every bit of it before I started to roll my tongue against his sensitive slit. Within seconds, I felt Sam’s shaft growing harder and harder in my mouth, the tip of his cock pushing at the back of my throat.

“Damon… Damon,” Sam moaned my name, his breath trembling as he spoke. “I’m… I’m so close…”

It was the last thing Sam said before strings of his come landed across my tongue, his body shaking as he coated the inside of my mouth. Without thinking, I swallowed every drop of him, my body suddenly yearning for even more of him, to taste him again and again.

God.

I felt so insatiable.

I hadn’t noticed it but my grip on Sam’s wrists must’ve loosened just enough for him to rest his palms in mine. There was something sweet behind his eyes as he held my hands, looking down at me like I was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment.

“That was…,” he started.

“Yeah. It was,” I finished, with a grin. “I don’t think it’s ever been that good for me before.”

“Me neither.” Sam’s face went red, his gaze suddenly shooting around the room.

“Something wrong?”

“I just… uh,” He paused, like he was lost in thought. “I don’t know what’s supposed to happen next.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, would it be completely inappropriate if I invited you to stay the night in my bed?”

“More inappropriate than what we did just now? No.” I lightly chuckled as I shook my head. “But is that what you want? You want me to stay the night in here with you?”

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