Page 77 of Wishing Hearts

Sam’s nostrils flare as I bend low, and the last thing I see before my lips meet his crown is the look on his face, open and raw and pure. He groans as I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and his salty flavor bursts onto my tongue. I lave it up, squeezing him at the base as my own dick throbs.

I love Sam’s taste. The way he’s velvety smooth against my tongue. I love the sounds he makes and how he rumbles deep in his chest as I suck him down my throat. It’s addicting, hearing those purrs, and I think I know exactly how to get more of them.

Easing back, I release Sam’s cock with a soft plop. His chest heaves as I shift to reach the nightstand, and he watches me curiously as I bring back lube and something else. Something I keep hidden in my hand.

“You trust me to make you feel good?” I ask.

Sam’s brows cinch together, but he nods immediately. “I trust you.”

My heart kicks.

“Good,” I say, pulling the sheet entirely off of him and giving his leg a slap. “Spread ’em.”

Sam huffs a laugh, but he does as I ask, bringing his knees up and spreading his legs. I nudge him a little further until he’s right where I want him, opened up and on display for me.

It’s a breathtaking sight.

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him because I don’t think I ever have. I think there’s a lot I’ve left unsaid when it comes to Sam, too afraid to speak plainly. Too afraid to let myself hope.

“Should I be jealous you’re sayin’ that to my asshole and not my face?” he asks.

I give his knee a kiss before opening the lube. “All of you, Sammy,” I say seriously, meeting his gaze as I wet my fingers. “I’m saying it to all of you.”

Sam rumbles at that, the sound turning into a moan as I focus my attention lower and press against his ass. I rub over his hole, then along his perineum. His arms bunch again, and his cock flexes.

“You do like this,” I say, smiling.

“Mm.”

Going slow, I ease a finger inside his body. “I’m not going to fuck you today.”

“No?” he asks, voice all breath.

“Not this time. There’s something else I want.”

He licks his lips.

“I am going to torture you a bit, though,” I say, grabbing the object I left hidden behind me.

Sam’s eyes widen when he sees the anal vibe in my hand. It’s not a large toy, just a couple inches long in total and an inch wide at the base of the tapered shaft, but damn does it feel good.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” Sam mutters.

I give him a swift grin, stretching him with two fingers as I roll the toy in my palm. His dick leaks a drop of precum onto his stomach.

“Ready?” I ask.

Sam nods, and I remove my fingers, easing the toy in instead. It glides in effortlessly, and Sam’s rim holds it tight as the shaft disappears and the flared base settles against his ass. I give it a little wiggle, and Sam moans.

“Mkay,” he says. “Yep. Not gonna survive.”

“Oh, angel,” I tease. “You just wait.”

When I press the vibrating toy on, Sam’s hips buck, and the man himself lets out a garbled moan. Grin on my lips, I grab his cock, angling it my way and licking the head. Sam closes his eyes tight, his hips moving up off the bed, chasing my mouth or pressure against the vibrator or maybe both. I’m not sure he himself knows. And with his eyes shut as they are—surely in an attempt to keep himself in check—he doesn’t see as I start stretching myself.

“Stud, I…” he says, lashes fluttering. “I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that.”

That’s kind of the point, but I do ease back, letting Sam’s cock go and turning off the toy. He opens his eyes, and I get up on my knees, reaching for Sam’s wrists where they’re resting behind his neck. I pull them up and over his head, giving him a little tug.

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