Page 50 of Takeover
Through it, Michael kept fucking him and Sam rode the sweetness and sting of those strokes back down. When Sam’s vision cleared, the utter brightness of Michael’s smile, the crinkle at the edge of his eyes and the shimmer of dampness there cracked his heart open.
Open joy in Michael at Sam’s pleasure. Delight in fulfilling Sam’s needs.
I can’t leave him.He didn’t want to. Right now, he wanted to give back all that Michael had given him. Sam gripped Michael’s ass and pulled him in deeper. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
“Fuck.” Michael sucked in air and his movements became erratic.
Each thrust sent shocks of sweetness up Sam’s spine. Warmth grew at the thought of Michael undone, of the man who took such command losing all control. Sam met Michael’s every thrust, twisting his hips and tightening down.
Michael shuddered, and drove into Sam, crying out his own release. His movements slowed and he fell into Sam’s arms.
For a moment, only their combined harsh breathing broke the stillness. Then Sam kissed Michael’s cheek. “That was phenomenal.” He stroked Michael’s damp and trembling back.
Michael stirred enough to pull out of Sam. “Holy shit. I saw stars. That’s never happened before.”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
Sam couldn’t place Michael’s look. It bordered on envy or awe. “That happens to you? Every time?”
He pushed damp curls from Michael’s eyes. “Only with you.”
“Give me a moment.” Michael pressed his lips to Sam’s, and Sam opened for a quick taste of a sweet kiss.
When Michael climbed off the bed, the air of the hotel room cooled the sweat and semen on Sam’s chest and he shivered.I want him back. I need him back.Not just now, but again and again. Thoughts of the future, the promises he’d made about Boston, what being with Michael would open Sam up to, those thoughts lurked in the back of his mind. He pushed them away. Later. He’d deal with that later.Feel, Michael had said. Sam did, drifting into the trembling afterglow of release, noting all the aches, the little stings from the welts on his back as he breathed.
Michael returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a towel. With care, he cleaned Sam’s chest, then tossed the cloths off the side of the bed. Pulling at the covers beneath Sam, he motioned for Sam to shimmy up the bed. “Let’s get under.”
They did, and Sam slid into the warmth of Michael’s arms as the soft sheets enveloped them. Breathing in Michael’s scent, listening to the sound of his heart—it was a perfect a moment. His back stung, as did his ass, but softly. A reminder, not a burden. For the first time in ages, a stillness took hold of Sam, not one born of fear, but a calm sprung from contentment.
“Sam,” Michael whispered into his ear.
“Hmm?”
“Did you find the answer?”
The question startled Sam. He said nothing and Michael didn’t pry. He rolled slightly to turn off the lamp on the side table.
In the darkened room, Sam traced the lines of Michael’s face in the faint glow from the windows. Trust. Security. Completion.
This was what came after pain, after pleasure, this was what Michael gave him.
He spoke his answer against Michael’s collarbone. “You give me peace.”
Michael didn’t speak, just held him tighter.
Which was exactly perfect.
Chapter Eight
Michael woke to an empty bed.The mattress beneath his fingers still radiated heat but ice touched his heart. “Sam?”
The sound of running water from the bathroom eased the pressure in his chest. He sat up when Sam stepped into the room. Though sweet to behold, Sam was blurry in Michael’s vision.
“Could you get me my glasses?”
“Of course.” Sam’s voice was heavy and soft with the dredges of sleep. He yawned before grabbing Michael’s glasses. Sam sat on the edge of the bed close to Michael.
Michael took the offered glasses and put them on and Sam sprang into sharp view, all curled messy dark hair and slumber-drenched eyes. Sam’s back was a mottle of red and purple. No broken skin, but a good bit of bruising and some welts. Beautiful. Michael’s cock stirred at the sight.
