Page 28 of Spread Your Wings
Mustafa appeared incredulous. “You’re like a storyline fromDallas.”
Sammy laughed as he placed thirty pounds on the table, enough for their meal and a substantial tip. “If my life were a soap opera, my mom would have married her British lover in the eighties. Then, I would have seen Queen in concert.”
“Tomorrow,” Mustafa said. They rose from the table and waved to their waitress and wished her a happy Easter again before walking into the damp evening air.
“Tomorrow,” Sammy agreed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“I promised you a reward for tipping the waitress.” Mustafa grinned as he deadbolted the hotel room door.
“You did.” Sammy sighed, sinking onto the settee in front of the room’s big-screen television. “About that…”
Mustafa frowned at his tone. Sammy hated making him frown, but it couldn’t be helped.
“I don’t want to be that guy.”
Mustafa’s frown-lines deepened. “What guy?”
“The one you need to keep in line with rewards and promises. I had to do that with Gavin, and it was exhausting after a while. I want to be the guy you trust to do the right thing without any promises.”
Mustafa sank onto the settee beside him, arm across the back, his hand resting on Sammy’s shoulder. They each sat at an angle, so their knees touched. “I’m not great at flirting,” he said. “I knew you would tip the waitress without my saying so. I wanted to give you a blow job.”
Sammy’s face burned. “I want that, too.”
Mustafa scooted closer and kissed him on the cheek. “I do trust you. I saw a different side of you today. Not the confident,wide-eyed kid who came to Sarajevo. You came to my city a confident world-traveler, and you left a fearful American.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry my city did that to you. I’m sorry this stupid war did that to you.”
“I want to be the man you deserve,” Sammy said. “I want to do that without rewards, or punishment.”
Mustafa kissed him again, on the lips this time, taking his breath away. Sammy gave in to the kiss. He opened his mouth to Mustafa’s questing tongue, rolling onto his back on the settee, pulling Mustafa on top of him. God, he wanted Mustafa in his life for more than just the extended weekend. They hadn’t talked about their future beyond the concert. He knew Vasily had arranged summer classes at Georgia State. He didn’t know Mustafa’s immediate plans when they arrived in Atlanta though, or where he planned to stay.
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, and more,” Mustafa said. “It’s not a question of deserving. If I ask you to wait for me, would you?”
Sammy nodded, keeping the question on his tongue to himself. None of his questions mattered, not even for how long. He’d wait for Mustafa forever, if that’s what it took.
“Then tonight is yours. Whatever you want from me.”
Sammy didn’t need a second invitation. He continued unbuttoning Mustafa’s already half-buttoned shirt. Mustafa’s brown eyes were almost black with desire. Sammy leaned up for another kiss while he worked. He ground his hardening cock against Mustafa’s thigh.
Finished with the buttons, he forced it off Mustafa’s shoulders. Mustafa took the hint and rose to his knees on the settee, removing the shirt. His muscles rippled beneath the taut skin of his stomach. Sammy slid out from under him, wanting to kiss every inch of exposed skin. Sammy perceived almond soap,salt, and a hint of musk. Sammy couldn’t get enough. He patted the seat, and Mustafa sat beside him. Mustafa placed his head against the headrest, legs spread and inviting.
Sammy straddled Mustafa’s legs and laced his fingers behind Mustafa’s neck, unable to look away. He’d never expected to find a lover in Sarajevo, let alone somebody to love, possibly for the rest of his life. He kissed Mustafa’s lips with his eyes still open until desire overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes and began touching and teasing his way down Mustafa’s body, inch by inch. The hollow beneath Mustafa’s Adam’s apple was salty and sensitive. The wiry hairs on his chest tickled Sammy’s fingertips as he made his way lower. He licked and nipped the skin around Mustafa’s navel. That elicited a groan and what sounded like a swear in Bosnian.
Sammy continued lower, tugging at the waistband of Mustafa’s jeans as he kissed the skin above. He couldn’t get enough of Mustafa, and still he wanted more. He unbuttoned Mustafa’s jeans and worked them down his hips. Mustafa helped by removing them, along with his boxers, freeing his cock.
“So gorgeous,” Sammy said. He watched Mustafa through his half-lidded eyes as he caressed the tip with his tongue.
“Ngh.” Mustafa closed his eyes as Sammy took him in his mouth. Mustafa’s cock touched the back of Sammy’s throat. He ran his tongue from side to side across the gland on the underside, making Mustafa squirm.
Sammy eased off a bit, dipping his tongue in the space between cock and foreskin and circling the head. Mustafa thrust his hips. Sammy took him to the back of his throat again, working the foreskin with the roof of his mouth. He slipped a finger into his mouth beside Mustafa’s dick, getting it wet. He fucked Mustafa with his mouth as he worked his finger along the crease of his ass to the epicenter.
“Need more fingers,” Mustafa said, pulling away from Sammy’s advance. “I’m going to blow and then I’ll be too tight for you to fuck me.”
Sammy nodded his understanding. He popped Mustafa’s cock out of his mouth. He filled his mouth with three of his fingers, slicking them with spit. Mustafa spread his legs wider, giving him better access to his hole. Sammy started with one, but quickly added in a second as he grabbed the base of Mustafa’s cock. He twirled his tongue around inside the foreskin again as he loosened Mustafa for a third finger. Once he had all three inside, he fucked Mustafa in earnest, with his mouth and his fingers.
