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“No.” Sam’s tone brooked no argument. “I refuse to do it somewhere I can’t take complete care of you. We don’t even have any supplies here.”
Felix glanced around. He was sure they could findsomething.
Sam’s body started shaking beneath Felix, snapping Felix’s attention back to him—to a Sam who was trying valiantly to hold back his mirth, but failing. “Ab-absolutely not. I don’t even w-want to know what you think we’d find in here. I am not using anything that’s used to tend to plants as lubricant. That story only ends in disaster. Rashes and itching, andjust no.”
Felix slumped into Sam’s chest and huffed grumpily.
“I want you in a bed,” Sam murmured, fingers massaging Felix’s scalp. Felix pressed into it, body arching like a cat. “I want to take my time. I want to ensure it’s perfect for you.”
Felix pulled back. He supposed he couldn’t betooangry at that.
Sam’s hands coasted down Felix’s bare neck, drifting over the exposed skin of his chest where his lawn shirt gaped open, then over the thin fabric until he stopped just above Felix’s breeches. In their frenzy, they’d lost waistcoats and cravats. Sam popped a button on Felix’s placket.
“I will gladly give that to you when the circumstances allow.” Another button popped free. “But that time isn’t now.” Another button. “Let me love you properly, Fee.”
Felix nodded. “But only if properly means nakedly.”
Sam bit his lip against a smile. “Oh, very nakedly.”
Sam gently nudged Felix to sidle off his lap. And then they were all groping hands and exploring lips as they slipped out of lawn shirts, kicked out of boots, and maneuvered out of breeches. Then Sam took Felix’s hand and guided him back toward the bench. This time, he turned Felix around, had him sit. And Sam sank to his knees.
“Open,” Sam commanded.
Like he needed to say that twice. Felix’s knees sprang apart.
Sam gripped behind Felix’s knees and tugged him to the edge of the bench. “Now, this is how we’re going to start. But it’s not how we’re going to finish. Understand, Fee?”
Sam leaned forward, and Felix’s cock twitched against his stomach. Sam’s hand curled around Felix, gave a long, slow pull. He leaned even closer, his breath dancing over the head of Felix’s cock. Felix shifted, his lungs stalling.
“All I’m going to do…” Sam licked his lips, then dragged them over Felix’s crown. Felix’s eyes rolled back.Dear fucking Lord.“Is get you nice and wet.” He swirled his tongue around Felix once. “Because we’re going to finish together. Skin against skin. Me against you.” He swirled his tongue again. “I want my mouth on yours, swallowing all of those pretty sounds you make.” His gaze flicked to Felix’s cock, and his voice turned hungry. “Just after I swallow you down first.”
And then the man proved true to his word. His lips parted, and he sank down on Felix. Felix’s muscles locked at the tight, wet glide. Sam didn’t hesitate. His goal was to get Felix wet, and he was quick to achieve his objective. It was messy, saliva covering Felix’s cock, dripping down Sam’s chin, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes from how hard he pushed himself.
It was the most sinful thing Felix had ever seen. His heart drummed against his ribcage, blood driving south. Pressure built at the base of his spine. Every hit to the back of Sam’s throat sent sparks shooting through his cock. His ballocks drew tight, the pressure vibrating through his groin. His hands shot to Sam’s head, and he yanked Sam off him. Breath exploded from his lungs, vision blurry as he came back from the edge. Nearly too late.
“Together,” he managed through ragged breaths. “You promised together.”
Sam hastily stood and went to sit, but Felix was faster. He grabbed Sam’s hips and yanked Sam forward, getting his own taste. He slid down Sam’s length, giving short, quick sucks.
“Fuck,” Sam growled. He thrust a few times into Felix’s mouth and then wrenched himself away. He fell onto the bench and practically threw Felix back over his lap. They each drew in a sharp breath as scalding skin finally met, as their aching lengths slid against each other.
“Think that’s wet enough,” Felix panted. He bucked, and they groaned at the slippery, wet glide.
Sam reached for them, but Felix swatted Sam’s hand away. He didn’t want space between them. Not even for Sam’s hand. It wasn’t close enough. He pushed his legs wider, pressing closer, trapped their cocks between their stomachs. Sam’s arm snaked around his back, and Felix latched onto those strong shoulders for leverage. He flexed his thighs and thrust. They both moaned.
Anticipation coiled in Felix’s gut. He didn’t have long to wait because Sam hauled Felix to him, their mouths colliding. Felix rocked his hips into Sam at the same time Sam drove up, iron-hard thighs flexing. Arms and hands pulled at each other, demanding closer as hips ground and thrust in a reckless rhythm, a reckless pursuit of the impending pleasure.
Felix buried his head in Sam’s neck, the scent of citrus, sweet sweat, and an essence that was purely Sam wrapped around him. The most comforting of embraces. He needed more, needed every sense overwhelmed with this man. His lips traversed Sam’s neck, tongue tasting, rewarded with the faint trace of salty skin.
He jerked his hips, fervent, furious, frenzied. Sam’s fingers slid to Felix’s arse, those large hands latching onto Felix and pulling Felix against him, forcing Felix’s thrusts harder, rougher. He locked his arms tight around Sam, reveling in the way the strong muscles in Sam’s back rolled and flexed. Grunts and moans burst from them with every drive as they rutted wildly against each other. Like they were trying to outdo the torrent outside.
Louder. Harder. Untamed.
The raging storm beyond the glass didn’t stand a chance against the one tearing through them. Felix’s cries drowned out the downpour, and Sam’s deep groans were everywhere, closing around Felix. They thundered through his chest, roared in his ears, sent lust racing through his groin. Searing hot pleasure streaked through his ballocks, down his shaft. Sam’s hips grew sporadic, thighs shaking beneath Felix.
Sam’s fingertips dug into Felix with bruising force, his lips finding Felix’s ear. “I love you,” he said hoarsely, and then his body locked tight, hips spasming as he roared his release into Felix’s neck.
It was all Felix needed. Those three words. He fell over the edge, too, burying himself so deeply into Sam’s hair he couldn’t draw air. But he didn’t need air.
