Page 84 of Scandalous Lover

I scoff. “I was promised a show.”

I hear Sam growl in response, and I’m suddenly very excited again. I’ve seen Sam lose control once before in my bedroom in Austin. But now that so many things have been said between us, so much familiarity and trust has been built. Am I about to witness what he’s really capable of?

Still holding me tightly with one arm around my chest, Sam uses his other hand to help his huge erection slide between my thighs. I step my feet apart to allow him space to nestle in and then clamp my thighs closed around him. I smile in satisfaction at his hiss of pleasure as I squeeze him tightly.

I pulse my thigh muscles a few more times and Sam seems to relax into me, pumping his hips softly against my backside to add friction to the tightness. He’s holding me so close, and almost inside me. This is the closest I’ve felt to him since the first time we really met as adults, and I can’t get enough of how he feels wrapped around me like this. I’m wanted. I’m protected. I’m safe.

I glance down to see his tip jutting out from between my thighs. I slide my wet fingers around it as it escapes back into my legs. He pushes it forward again, and I capture it like a sexy game of whack a mole.

“God, I love it when you touch me,” Sam murmurs, lips pressed against my shoulder.

I can’t see his face from here, but I try, turning my head, my cheek pressing against his forehead where he rests on my shoulder. “I’d love to touch you more, if you let me.”

Instead of an answer, I get spun around and pressed againstthe far wall of the shower, my back meeting the wood with a thud. The force of his action both surprises me and turns me the hell on. I could take more of this dominant, in-charge Sam. I met him at my apartment, and I want him to come out to play.

He presses his lips to mine in a claiming, punishing kiss that I return with gusto. I can’t see his cock, but I know just where to find it, my hands grazing it softly a couple of times before getting a firm grip.

But then I remember.

He wants to give me a show…and I want it.

If all he needs is a little encouragement, I’m happy to oblige.

I reach up and take one of his wrists from where it rests on the shower wall beside my head, bringing it back down between our bodies and using my other hand to close it around his cock. Then I close both of my hands around his and start to pump him.

Sam lets out a moan that may contain a few words, but I can’t make them out. After a few long, hard pumps where I hold my breath and wait to see what comes next, Sam seems to snap, tossing my hands to the side and taking a step back, then another, until his back presses against the other wall.

There’s only a few feet between us, so I can still feel the magnetic pull of him. I’m dying to close the gap once more, to cross through the hot shower spray and press my body against his.

But I also can’t take my eyes off where he’s now gripping his dick, jerking it with short, firm pulls. As I watch, the movement transforms to long strokes that include his tip. I'm finally able to look up into his eyes, and once I get a look at his face, I’m grateful I did.

As fucking hot as it is to watch the guy manhandle his cock, the savage look on Sam’s face is nearly enough to send me overthe edge right here and now. His eyes are dark and burning with lust, lip clenched tightly between his teeth, forehead creased in concentration. But it’s more than the sum of parts. Looking at him like this, watching him watch me watching him…it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

“I like seeing how you do it,” I say, trying to include myself in the erotic tableau playing out before me. I want to be more than a spectator here, even if that’s my role.

Sam moans at my words, his head dropping back. I can see his eyes close as he grips himself even harder.

“You do it so hard. I would be scared to be so rough. I wouldn’t want to break it,” I tease softly, needing his eyes back on me.

It works. His chin drops until I’m once again pinned in that icy hot stare. “You’re not going to break it.”

His voice is rough and strained. I calm my breathing to keep from touching myself as I imagine him talking to me in that tone with his magnificent cock buried deep in my body. My hand slides closer to my core anyway, fingertips grazing gently over my thigh.

Sam watches my hand move and lets out another moan.

“Are you thinking about fucking me right now?” I ask, holding his gaze.

He nods.

“Me, too.”

Sam’s eyes drop closed, and I smile a little to myself. This might be the Sam show, but I’m officially a co-star. And I love it.

“I’m going to have to touch myself soon, Sammy. I don’t know how much longer I can watch.”

“No,” he says quickly, sharp eyes back on mine as his hand moves up and down his shaft. “I’ll do it when I’m done. You just watch.”

“You look like you’re getting close.”

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