Page 20 of Spread Your Wings
“Be quiet. They are sexy.”
Sammy couldn’t argue with that. He stripped back the comforter and top sheet and scooted to the middle of the bed. He held the blankets up, hoping Mustafa would take the hint and join him.
Mustafa took his hand, instead, and laced their fingers together as he climbed into bed. In a heartbeat, their previous position was reversed. Sammy was flat on his back with Mustafa draped over him. The cool sheets quickly adjusted to their body heat.
Mustafa looked down at him, a wordless question etched in the lines of his face. Sammy nodded, and Mustafa’s smile returned. He leaned down and kissed Sammy with the same force and appetite as the first time. Mustafa knew how to use his mouth, too. He let up just before the pressure became too much. He feathered light pecks on Sammy’s jaw and the sensitive skin on his neck. When he returned to Sammy’s panting mouth, he was gentle and exploratory. Sammy loved every minute of those getting-to-know-you kisses.
Sammy’s body responded to every touch. He slid against Mustafa, seeking the friction he craved. Mustafa let go of his hand to roll onto his side. He brought Sammy with him, so they were still face-to-face, chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin.
Sammy groaned when Mustafa grazed his dick with the waistband of his boxers as he yanked them to his knees. He must have done the same with his own briefs. The next sensation on Sammy’s cock was the slide of satiny skin against his own. Mustafa stroked them together with a calloused hand. The rough and smooth textures tantalized him. Mustafa’s grunts and Bosnian phrases made Sammy’s fantasy a reality. He came,moaning Mustafa’s name into his ear, his cheek raw from the scratch of stubble. They bucked against each other, both spurting hot cum against Sammy’s chest.
It took several minutes for his breathing to return to normal. Mustafa flopped onto his back, tugging Sammy against his side. Sammy rested his head on Mustafa’s shoulder and tried to fight the drowsiness that always hit him after sex. The stickiness finally got him out of bed. He was just turning off the hot water tap after rinsing the washcloth when Mustafa joined him in the bathroom. He’d stripped out of his briefs. Sammy took a moment to appreciate his toned abs and powerful thighs. Mustafa’s gorgeous body was usually hidden beneath his uniform. Sammy wanted more of that sexiness. He also wanted more time with Mustafa, to see if he fucked with the same attentiveness as he kissed. Sammy wished he could take those kisses, this man, home with him. Mustafa was everything Gavin had lacked, and Sammy wanted to keep him in his life.
He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until Mustafa bopped him on the nose with the washcloth. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m thinking I want more than a couple of weeks of this. You said we shouldn’t start something we couldn’t finish.”
“I was wrong.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Mustafa gathered Sammy in his arms, his head tucking nicely into the crook of Mustafa’s neck. “Better to regret something you have done.”
“Did you just quote the Butthole Surfers to me?”
Mustafa shrugged. “Vasily likes them. The beginning of ‘Sweet Loaf’ is not bad. The rest of it is terrible.”
Sammy laughed and hugged him tighter. He liked the press of his skin against Mustafa’s solid flesh. Gavin hadn’t been a hugger. Sammy had craved this type of intimacy.
Another knock at the door had them scrambling apart. Mustafa’s eyes were wide with fear.
Sammy recognized the knock. “Be right there, Christiane.”
“They’ve arrested the snipers.” Her voice was only slightly muffled by the door. “It’s safe to come out of your room now.”
“Thanks.”
“That means we have a story,” she said in her schoolteacher tone.
“I’ll be right there.”
“Good. I’ll wake the others.”
Mustafa’s cheeks flushed as he gazed at the floor. “I should go.”
Sammy wanted to encourage him to stay, but the words stuck in his throat. It was already going to be hard to let him go. He bowed his head in defeat.
Mustafa stepped back into his personal space. He placed a finger beneath Sammy’s chin and lifted him into another scorching kiss. It took Sammy’s breath away. By the time he recovered, Mustafa was dressed and on his way out the door. Sammy was still standing naked in the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
Another week passed. Sammy saw Mustafa across the crowded lobby daily. They exchanged a few polite words at the coffee bar on the mornings he worked there. Otherwise, they had no contact. It seemed like an unspoken pact. Mustafa didn’t show up at his door, and Sammy didn’t request clandestine meetings over the front desk.
The snipers hadn’t been back, and Karadzic and his family were in the wind. The hotel had been quiet, compared to other parts of the city and the country. Mustafa also hadn’t returned to Sammy’s room since that night. Maybe it took snipers to get Mustafa to his door, he mused.
The knock at his door on the evening of Wednesday, April fifteenth, surprised him. He opened the door to Vasily, not Mustafa.
“I need your help.”
