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I attempt to cover her up again, and she grabs my hand. “If I have to sleep in here, then so do you.”
She slides over to the middle of the bed and tries to pull me down with her. “I don’t sleep with women, Maggie. That’s part of the short-term kind of guy rules.”
She grumbles sleepily. “You don’t snowboard with women either. Shut up and snuggle with me, Sam. Just until I fall back asleep.”
I shake my head even though she’s facing away from me. If I crawl into that bed with her, I know I won’t get out.
When I don’t crawl in, she sits up, and says, “Fine, I’m going to the couch then.”
With a growl of frustration, I push her back into bed and crawl in behind her. “You’re really fucking manipulative, you know that?”
She purrs like a cat. “It’s part of my charm.”
She tosses the blankets over me and nuzzles her bare ass into my groin. It’s been only a few minutes since we had sex, and already, the inklings of a round two are stirring inside me. She grabs my hand and tucks it into her chest, hugging it like a damn stuffed animal.
“Skin to skin, remember?” Maggie states sleepily as she presses her back into my chest. “Just go to sleep, Sam. This is not a big deal.”
I can’t help but lay my head on the pillow in defeat. This pillow feels really good. And as much as I’d love to try to stay awake and sneak out, it’s been a long-ass day, and this bed feels like heaven. I yawn and twist my hand around to cup her bare breast.
When she tenses beneath my embrace, I whisper into her ear, “Skin to skin, remember?”
And the last sound I remember before drifting off to sleep is Maggie’s adorable giggle.
I Fish…Therefore I Lie
The next day, I wake to find Sam completely wrapped around me. One of his arms is tucked under my head, serving as my pillow, while the other is wrapped tightly around my waist. It’s not a bad way to wake up. He’s like a cozy body pillow that’s warm and weighted and custom fit just for me.
Last night was completely unexpected. I imagined Sam would be good at sex, but I didn’t think he’d bethatgood. It was such a night and day difference from Sterling that I find myself not believing that it all happened the way I remember. Like, was it really that good? Or was it just because it was in the heat of the moment in front of a fire? Or was it because I’m in Boulder and the air is thinner up here so everything feels fluffier? I can’t discern whether last night was truly that much better than every other sexual experience I’ve had or if I’m just dreaming.
I bet if I had sex with Sam right now, it would be more average. The daylight’s streaming in through the blinds, and we both have morning breath. It would be totally basic.And honestly, it’d make me feel better about my life if it was basic.
Biting my lip, I slowly roll over to face Sam, ignoring the screaming muscles in my legs to admire his red-tinted beard. It’s longer now, turning into more of a beard than just stubble. His mouth is hanging open as he breathes deeply. The blankets are shoved down past his waist, so I have a nice view of his chest and arms, that thick muscle that stretches from his shoulder to his neck. He’s pretty hot actually.
Slowly, I reach out and trail a finger along his collarbone and down his arm that’s still draped over my waist. I slip inside his embrace to touch his belly and then just brush past his groin all casual like.
His groin that is Rock. Fucking. Hard.
My fingers venture farther and gently wrap around his length over his jersey shorts. He groans, and I freeze in his arms as he rolls onto his back. Biting back a giggle, I touch him again, stroking him over the fabric, and since he doesn’t seem to be waking up, I delicately pull down the waistband of his shorts and gasp when his bare penis bobs out and points up toward his navel. I stare at his beautifully veined cock for a long moment, and a fleeting desire to wrap my lips around it comes over me.
But I know how badly that could turn out. So, so bad.
Then again, he is asleep. If I ever wanted to try it again, now would be the time. And honestly, if I want to impress Sterling with how much I’ve changed, maybe learning how to suck cock properly isn’t a bad idea.
I lick my lips and shift up onto my knees, sitting back on my heels and tucking my hair behind my ears like I’m prepping for a test. I reach down and fist his erection in my hand, staring up at his face to see if his eyes open. When they don’t, I lower my head and gently press my lips to the tip of his dick.
I run my tongue along the soft skin of his shaft from root to the tip. Sam shifts suddenly and expels a deep, gruff moan. I look up, and he still seems dead to the world, but his penis is most definitely alive. Alive and throbbing.
I open my mouth and take him as far back into my throat as I can. When I pull back, the sucking noise is loud in the room, but the sound just encourages me more, so I open my mouth and do it again, enjoying the feel of his slick cock along my tongue. My eager rhythm causes my hair to fall in a sheet around my face, and suddenly, hands are in my hair. I look up to see Sam’s amused eyes on me as he gently gathers my hair into a ponytail and holds it back for me.
“Morning,” he husks with a lazy smile.
I flinch at being caught in action and wipe my lower lip before sitting up and replying stupidly, “Um…morning.”
His smile widens. “Breakfast is self-serve today?”
I slap my hands over my face in mortification. Mumbling against my palms, I reply, “I was testing a theory…for science.”
Sam sits up on his elbows, his eyes alight with amusement as he gazes down at my naked body. “Which is?”
