Page 57 of Scoop Me Up
Electricity flowed through me everywhere we touched and I chased it, crowding into Sam’s space until they backed up and their legs met the mattress. With a smirk, I stepped back and gave them a gentle shove, watching them scramble into place, head on a pillow. Lying like that, their hard cock tenting their boxers, my mouth watered and my stomach quivered in anticipation, both wanting more and afraid I’d do something to ruin the moment.
Sam propped themself up on their elbows. “We don’t have to—”
I shut them up by climbing on top of them and kissing them again, straddling their leg and rocking my body down against their thigh. Sam’s resulting moan made me want them even more, if it was possible, and I moved down to tug off their boxers.
Once they were free of clothes, their cock resting against their stomach, I took a moment to drink it all in before acting. There was no part of me that wanted to leave or to stop, no hesitation at all. All I wanted was Sam.
“Wait a second,” I said quietly.
Sam frowned, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
I smirked. “Tattoo?”
“Oh, God.” Sam covered their face with both hands. “Please don’t make me.”
“Come on,” I teased. “You said privileged eyes. Doesn’t this count?”
With a sigh, Sam tilted to the side, showing off a small tattoo of an ice cream cone on their hip.
I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from me. “Of course you have an ice cream tattoo.”
“Hey,” Sam said, playfully defensive. “Don’t judge.”
“I would never,” I whispered. A moment later, I settled between their legs, pulling their thighs close around me as they bent their knees and pressed their feet to the blanket.Don’t fuck this up, my brain screamed. With no more hesitation, I dipped down and took their cock between my lips. The crown breached my mouth, leaving a slick smear of precum on my chin as I took it in, the salty taste bursting on my tongue and making my mouth water again. I groaned, desperate with desire, ready and aching for more. It was different than my past experiences, ofcourse, but not bad. Ilikedit. It was both foreign and familiar, touching Sam. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to stop.
Sam dropped back against the pillows and moaned, gripping the blanket in both fists. Their thighs trembled, though whether with pleasure or an effort to exert self-control, I couldn’t tell. Slowly, I took the rest of their cock in my mouth, a little at a time until I reached as far as I could go. The crown rested on the back of my tongue and Sam’s hips rocked up a little as if they were chasing the sensation.
I pulled back and lowered again, sucking gently. Sam’s breathing hitched and their moans spurred me on and I sucked harder, took them deep again. After a few strokes of this, I shifted until I had one hand between their legs, too, and wrapped my fingers around their cock. As I sucked, I stroked them firmly, twisting my fist at the same time. Gradually, my jaw started to ache, and I released Sam’s cock from my mouth, stroking them with my hand while I rested briefly, before going back in.
My own cock ached, throbbing between my legs as I pressed into the mattress, leaking against the blanket. I worked to control myself, to keep from grinding down and ending things too soon, by focusing on Sam’s pleasure and not my own. I wanted more, wanted to touch Sam everywhere, to taste them everywhere, to claim them as my own. The intensity of my desire urged me on. I removed their cock from my mouth again, stroking, pressing my thumb against the underside of the crown, and gently dipped my head down until my mouth met their balls.
Sam let out a breathy, surprised laugh as I took one in my mouth and sucked on it, continuing to stroke their cock as I did. Soon, they were squirming and moaning, sounding closer and closer to the edge. I returned my mouth to their cock and sucked, stroking them faster, harder, realizing I wanted to taste their release—and I wanted it soon.
A few moments later, Sam’s fingers buried in my hair and they moaned my name. “Gabe.” I glanced up without stopping, making eye contact, and they moaned again. “Please.” Their voice was ragged and desperate.
I nodded and pulled off, slowing my strokes. “Let me. Let me take care of you,” I whispered. I’d never wanted anyone this badly and I didn’t want to stop anytime soon.
Sam hissed a swear word and exhaled sharply. I went back to sucking them, the taste of precum rolling across my tongue. A moment later, they cried out with a deep moan as their cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth.
My mouth was flooded with cum and I did my best to swallow it, working Sam through their orgasm, continuing to suck and stroke until their moans died off. When I pulled back, they sighed, a deeply content sound. Despite my own aching cock, I moved up to lie next to them and pulled them into my arms.
We were quiet for a few moments as Sam caught their breath. Eventually, they looked up at me. “You okay?”
I nodded and kissed their forehead. “Never better.”
They smirked and moved a hand to my erection. “Never?”
My eyes fluttered closed and I groaned softly. “Not so far. You keep doing that and my answer might change.”
Sam chuckled darkly. “Take off your boxers and we’ll see.” It took me only a fraction of a second to comply, and they moved until they were in the same position I’d been just a few moments ago, tucked between my legs. They hooked one hand under my thigh and stroked me with their other hand for a few seconds before dragging their tongue along the underside of my cock and teasing the slit with their tongue.
My breath caught in my chest, coming out ragged and hot as I closed my eyes and let my mind focus on the feeling of Sam’s mouth on my cock. They hummed softly, the vibrations going straight through me, intensifying the sensations. I rocked myhips up, chasing the pleasure, until my cock met the back of their throat. Sam urged me deeper and I groaned as the crown eased into them further, until my entire cock was sheathed by their mouth, my head pressed against their throat as they swallowed around it, muscles tightening and contracting around me.
“God,” I groaned as they deep throated me again and again. Soon, my hips were bucking and thrusting deeper into Sam’s mouth and Sam took me like they were made for it. They stroked my thighs as they sucked me, digging their fingertips into the muscles, holding me tightly as I slowly fell apart.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as they worked me over, as I continued to fuck their mouth. I let one hand drift to my chest and tweaked a nipple, causing a bolt of lightning to shoot through me and ripping another groan from my throat.
After a few moments, Sam pulled back and I opened my eyes to find them looking directly at me. I groaned again. The sight of them with their hair mussed, their lips swollen and slick with spit and precum, their fist around my cock—it was almost too much.
