Page 50 of Samuel's Heart

I lean in when he whimpers from the loss of my lips and crush my mouth to his, trying to steal more of his brain, taking pride in the incoherent sounds coming out of his mouth.

I do this, lean away and lean in, a couple more times, and every time I’m surprised at how beautiful he is, and how excited I am at the idea of making him mine.

I don’t think about forever; I think about now. I think about our souls, afraid and in need of a tender touch, in need of some pleasure to counteract the pain we both went through by losing people we love.

But that’s not what I want to think about. Not right now. Right now, I want him to be so delirious, so excited, that only my voice can make him come.

But I also need to make sure he’s okay with me, even if this is just a one-time thing. I want him to be here withme. I don’t want him closing his eyes and thinking I’m John.

“Sam, please,” he says, trying to pull me back into a kiss.

I don’t fight him at all, because it’smyname on his lips, answering the question I couldn’t ask.

Rory’s hands on my back, caressing me, and then moving down to my ass, have me grinding against him, trying to release some of the tension making my cock way too hard from so few touches. I can feel it trying to break free from my bottoms.

I’m glad when he does the same. But when his ragged breath gets too harsh, I stop, because I don’t want us to come like this.

I want him naked in my bed, ready for me to take him, so I can bring him up to the sky, and then crash to Earth together afterwards.

I don’t question my need to make him mine. I don’t want to think, because thinking means I won’t be doing what I’m doing right now with Rory. Because thinking means I’ll remember the reasons I shouldn’t be touching him.

Rory’s hand, pulling me towards his lips again, has every thought leaving my already muddled brain, and I let everything else go to concentrate on him.

“Are—” I try to ask, but he kisses me harder, and everything is lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.

I move from his lips to his throat, then back up to stop at his chin, gently biting him there. His hips arch up and his body rubs against mine, something I want to see and feel again. So, I follow the same path, down to the hollow of his throat and up to his chin, then a gentle bite, and a swipe of my tongue to take the pain away. Then I start again, down and up again a couple more times.

I relish the sounds he’s letting out even more, because they’re as loud as my own ragged breathing, but so much sweeter to my ears.

Then I’m captured by the hollow of his throat, and I lick there, tasting his skin and his sweat, and even though it’s not as sweet as the taste of his mouth, it’s still enough to make me an addict. I move on from there, trying to get to his shoulder, licking along his collarbone, flicking my tongue now and then to heighten the pleasure. I stop only when his T-shirt prevents me from continuing my exploration.

Frustrated, my focus shifts, and I work on getting the obstacle out of my way.

I pull his shirt up and don’t stop until it’s on the floor, where I let it fall. But I don’t take my eyes off of Rory’s body, appearing bit by bit in front of me and making my mouth salivate for a taste of him.

As soon as the garment is out of the way, I lean in and pick up where I left off, finally able to run across the straight line between his neck and shoulder, with nothing stopping me from doing it.

My stubble caresses his pecs at the same time, making Rory’s nipples peak, causing him to moan. A sound I want to hear more of. So I move away from his collarbone, placing a kiss on his nipple, and then I lick and bite until the colour has changed, and it’s become so sensitive that a puff of air has Rory shivering in my arms.

I want him to be so turned on and ready for me to take him that nothing matters anymore. I don’t want to investigate this thought because it’s not like me. Rory, though, has been different from the beginning.

Once I’m happy with one nipple, I move on to the next, and I work it as well as I did the other, making Rory more and more excited, until he’s wriggling on the sofa.

It’s not the best place to have sex, but I don’t want to move because I don’t want him to change his mind and leave. Right now, after tasting him, I need him to be mine. Even if it’s only once.

I push him further into the sofa and trail down his upper body until I reach the waist of his trousers, and then I mouth himthrough the fabric, making him shout in pleasure. It must have been a while for him too, if he’s already so affected by what I’m doing. Unless, like me, he’s felt the connection growing between us since we first met.

I struggle with the drawstring, because my hands are trembling so much from the excitement filling my body. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally manage to undo them and pull the bottoms off his legs. He looks amazing, sprawled on my sofa, clad in only a pair of boxers, waiting for me to take him.

I have to reach into my own trousers to squeeze my cock, to avoid coming inside my boxers. There is no way I’m going to do that while I’ve got him here with me.

Once I’m sure I’ve staved off my orgasm, I bring my eyes back to his face, just to find him looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes and something close to a pout on his face. He looks so cute and my need to devour him grows a little more, but so does the need to care for him and make him . . . happy?

I may be a changed man after I come inside him. I have the feeling I won’t be able to let him go after I make him mine.

This thought increases my excitement instead of staving it off, and I’m aware I should be worried, but instead, I lean in and resume playing with his nipples, while my hand takes care of his boxers.

Once he’s naked under me, I cover him with my body and take possession of his mouth and lips.

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