Page 82 of Something Good
I pulled back. “And?”
“I’ll tell you the rest later. Go back to what you were doing.”
I chuckled. “Nope. I wanna hear the rest of the story.”
“Fucking tease,” he whined but continued with the rest while I nibbled on a spot just below his jaw. “He paid an obscene amount of money—probably a drop in the bucket for a guy with his net worth, but an unfathomable amount for someone like me who’d contemplated homelessness once upon a time.” While he talked, I grabbed the bar of soap, lathered my hands, and began moving them from his chest down, ever so slowly, to rest just above his pubic hair.
Sammy’s voice stuttered to a halt, and when he realized I wasn’t going to continue until he finished his story, he let out a frustrated huff and proceeded in a fast jumble of words. “It felt like I’d finally made it. Like all the work I’d done to pull us out of homelessness, to get a job and get Jimmy through school, to start my own business and actually make a living at it…all that work had paid off. I’d pulled myself out of the ashes, and I’d fucking made it.
“I used the money to pay off a bunch of our bills, tried to give some to Julio, but he wouldn’t take it, and I bought Jimmy a car. But the first frivolous thing I ever spent money on in my life was that tattoo.”
I slid my hand down, gripping his shaft in my soaped-up hand, and stroked. His head fell back against my shoulder, and he whimpered.
“It’s perfect, Sammy. What you’ve done with your life is amazing.”
“Less talking, more kissing.” He tipped his chin up, and I obliged him, meeting his lips with mine. As I continued to stroke him, he turned in my arms, placing one hand on each of my ass cheeks and squeezing hard enough that I wondered if there would be handprints.
He devoured my mouth, running his hands up my back to twine in my hair, holding my head at the angle he wanted. I continued to stroke him, but when his hips started punching through my fist at a faster pace, I released him, wanting to make him wait.
He wrenched his mouth away from mine, glaring at me in frustration. “Is edging me fun for you?”
I grinned at him, placing my fingers under his chin and kissing him on the nose. “I want to take my time with you. Savor you. The last two times were practically over before we started.”
His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared as I bent to kiss him. I took my time, licking his lips before delving inside. I moved my hands from Sammy’s face down his shoulders and around to his back, holding him against me as I tasted him. With slick chests pressed together, I nudged my knee between his thighs, urging him to spread his legs for me.
Lathering my palms again, I pushed my hand between us, bypassing his cock and cupping his balls. Gently, I rolled eachone between my fingers, enjoying the heavy weight of his sack in my hand while I continued my leisurely assault on his mouth.
I pulled out of the kiss, taking his bottom lip between my teeth while I slid my hand up his shaft and back down again in one long, leisurely stroke. This time, when I got to his balls, I kept going, sliding my fingers along his taint until I came to his hole. With every one of my movements, I was rewarded with a whimper, grunt, or moan, which sent happy little jolts of pleasure straight to my dick. I didn’t have to look down to know I was leaking all over his abdomen. I could feel the sticky precum between us.
His hands traveled from my ass to my waist, where he held me in a tight grip. Those talented fingers squeezed even harder as I tapped his hole with my index finger, then pressed inside up to the first knuckle. His mouth found my shoulder and sucked, pulling a moan from me even as I continued to finger him in shallow strokes.
“Golden boy. Will. I need…” His words were breathy and wrapped in a layer of need and desperation. I’d never heard that tone from him, but I wanted more. I loved that I had the ability to make him beg.
I pressed my lips against his ear, my voice a low rumble. “What? Tell me what you need.”
Sammy pulled his face back and glared at me. “I need you to get on with it. Quit fucking edging me.” He stepped back, batted my hand away, and spun me around so my chest was pressed up against the wall of the shower. I was bigger than him, but he was a lot stronger than he looked, and when I tried to push back against him, testing his resolve, he wouldn’t let me move an inch.
“Now listen here, golden boy. It’s my turn. You do what I tell you, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
Jesus.The growl in his tone—the utter dominance of it—had my balls drawing up, and I was suddenly much closer to orgasm than I’d been mere moments ago. “Keep talking like that, and I’m going to come whether you’re ready or not.”
A crack rang out as he slapped my ass, and I hissed as the pain and pleasure of it shot through me. “Not helping,” I mumbled into the wall.
“Does my golden boy like being dominated?”
“Apparently,” I grunted when he slapped the other cheek. I had to grab the base of my dick to keep from coming too soon.
“Might play with that a little more later. Right now, I want to give you a taste of your own medicine.” Slowly, he slid his cock up and down my crack, and I tensed as I felt the tip graze my hole, but then I relaxed when he continued down until his dick rested between my thighs under my taint.
“Close your legs,” he ordered. I complied, and with leisurely strokes, he began pulling out and pushing back into the space I’d created. He reached around and pulled my hand off my cock, replacing it with his own while his other hand traveled up my chest to flick my nipple.
I became nothing but sensation as he attacked on three fronts. The feel of his cock sliding between my legs up against my taint, his hand stroking my dick, and his fingers flicking my nipple were almost more than I could take, yet I was completely at his mercy. I whimpered helplessly as he worked me over like a concertmaster playing a violin concerto.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he began moving faster, his hips slamming into my ass in quick, brutal strokes while the hand stroking my dick kept the same aggressive pace. I grunted with each stroke, eyes scrunched shut in ecstasy until finally, he bit my shoulder, and with a sound I could only describe as a shriek, his hips slammed into mine. Heheld himself there while hot spurts of cum coated the underside of my balls and ran down my thighs.
Fucking finally, I thought as I unleashed my own orgasm all over his fist and the wall in front of me. My entire body pulsed with it as spurt after spurt of cum hit the wall and slid to the shower floor to mingle with the water and wash down the drain.
I pressed my sweaty forehead against the cool tile as I breathed through the most intense orgasm of my life. Sammy must have needed a moment too because his head still rested against my back. He hadn’t let go of my cock, even though it was now starting to go soft.
