Page 58 of Scoop Me Up
“What’s wrong?” My voice sounded broken to my own ears.
“Can I—” They dropped a hand to my crease and teased fingertips along my ass. “If you’re not into it, that’s fine, I just—”
“Sam.”
They stopped and looked at me again, their dark eyes wide, darker than usual, worry on their face.
“Please do it.” A thought bubbled up, unbidden.My body is yours.
Sam chuckled, a self-conscious sound, before putting a finger in their mouth and sucking on it briefly. The sight and anticipation made me groan again, my breathing shaky. I closed my eyes again and waited.
Sam gently moved their hand until their index finger was pressing at my hole. Instead of breaching me, they simply teasedat it, stroking the rim. The sensation was new and different but good, and I let out an appreciative groan. A few moments later, my cock was in their mouth again and they were sucking me deep while teasing at my hole with their fingertip.
I sucked in a sharp breath and arched into their touch, thrusting up into their mouth and then rocking down against their fingers. I wanted more. My climax built, my body heating, electricity flowing through me, a fire building inside. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“I’m close,” I murmured.
Sam sucked harder and pushed their fingertip inside me, past the ring of muscle, thrusting in.
My cock swelled and I groaned, cum spilling from me into Sam’s mouth. My hips bucked erratically as they continued to take me deep in their throat and swallow, fucking into my ass with one finger.
When I was wrung out, Sam pulled away, slipping out of me and releasing my cock. They slipped out of bed. “Be right back,” they said, hurrying to the bathroom across the hall. The sound of water running was all I heard besides the rush of blood in my ears. A few moments later, they returned and crawled back in bed with me, curling against my side, hands damp from being washed. We held each other for a long time, recovering from the intensity of what we’d done, until our breathing settled and evened.
Sam kissed me on the shoulder and pulled back to look directly at me. “Are you—?”
I cut them off with a kiss. The taste of myself on their tongue was intoxicating and we kissed for a long time before parting. “I’m great,” I murmured. “Stop worrying.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I get it.” I kissed them again, long and slow. Eventually, I broke the kiss again and looked at Sam. “I should probably getback to my own room.” Inside, I was both hoping they’d ask me to stay and terrified of what it meant if I did stay.
“Don’t,” Sam whispered. “Don’t go.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay.” My heart squeezed. I wasn’tfallingfor Sam. I’d already fallen. There was no turning back. I just had to figure out where to go from there.
We moved the blankets over us and held each other long into the night. I listened to Sam’s breathing, felt their chest rise and fall, as they fell asleep. It took me far longer to fall asleep, my mind reeling. Everything that had happened that night, everything I was feeling, it all threatened to overwhelm me, and at the same time, I never wanted to feel any other way. I had a lot to think about, a lot of decisions to be made.
I’d already turned down the job. I knew the only thing holding me back in Burlington was my apartment. Iwantedto move to Maplewood, to be near everything that mattered, but I was scared, too.
I thought back to that first night I’d nearly kissed Sam and to the next day.We all have regrets, they'd said. It was true—I did have regrets. But not a single one involved Sam and I knew no matter how things ended, I’d never regret what was happening between us. I’d learned so much about myself just in the few short weeks we’d known each other. I hoped Sam wouldn’t regret things either, no matter how they ended up.
They stirred in their sleep and snuggled closer. With every beat of my heart, I felt closer to the truth. We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but time didn’t matter. I was in love.
Chapter 23
Sam
I woke the next morning still in Gabe’s arms, snuggled up close. I opened my eyes to peer up at him, his face relaxed as he slept. When I’d gotten home from work the day before, I hadnotanticipated my night would end the way it had, exchanging orgasms and falling asleep together. I also hadn’t expected to feel as strongly as I did about him. My feelings ran deep, and the more I looked at him, so peaceful in his sleep, the tighter my chest grew, the enormity of everything settling in.
My muscles were stiff from lying in one position most of the night and I eased away from Gabe, hoping I wouldn’t wake him, before making my way to the bathroom. I quickly took care of my needs and splashed a little water on my face to help me wake up more fully. The mirror revealed my mussed hair and I did my best to tame it before returning to my room to find Gabe just waking up.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Hi.”
Gabe pushed himself to sitting, tugging the covers over his lap, and patted the bed next to himself. “Come back. Let’s spend the day in bed.”
It was tempting, but I knew better. I gave him a soft smile. “I was going to get dressed and make coffee. Didn’t you say you have plans today?”
