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“Did I do something wrong? "He asked panically.

“No Pup, I don’t think you could do anything wrong, even if you tried. I want this to last a little bit longer but if you keep kissing me like that, I will embarrass myself again. Can we move this to one of our rooms? Would you be comfortable with that?” I whispered, between trying to catch my breath.

“Yes please.” he brought his succulent lips to mine again, and I gently moved his leg off the coffee table, over mine making him straddle me. He made a squeaky surprised sound when I stood up, while holding him under his thighs. He wrapped his arms around the back of my neck holding tight, and it made me chuckle.

“I won’t drop you I promise.” I said, while walking towards our rooms, “Yours or mine?” I asked, between slow languid kisses and licks on his lips, I was eager to get him out of the earshot of The Crew.

“I don’t care Alex, just hurry up.” Fuck he was hard as fuck too. His little hips were moving in small circles, rubbing himself on my abs as if he couldn't help it. I am gone for this man. I walked into my room carrying him in my arms, trying not to trip on anything. I closed and locked the door. I realized he might not have been comfortable with that.

“You are free to leave any time you want Sam. The lock is just for making sure the guys don’t barge in. The key will stay in the lock. Alright?” I said, looking for any signs of discomfort on his face.

“I told you, I trust you Alex. And I meant it. Please, I need you.” He keened.

“That makes me so happy, Pup.” Setting him up on the center of the queen-sized bed, I walked over to the window to close the curtains.

“Take your sweats off Alex” Sam said, with a surprising amount of confidence.

It made me turn toward him fast, just to make sure I didn’t imagine that. Damn.

My dick jumped like a coiled spring when I saw him propped up on the headboard, with his hand in his pants, moving languidly.

That made me move so fast that I nearly tripped over my own feet. I was on the side of the bed in two steps. Sam was gazing up at me with eyes full of lust and trust, I realized I'd do anything for him. ANYTHING! No questions asked. What is happening to me?

“Sam?” I was frozen on the spot, standing beside the bed. I can’t believe I'm about to ask him this.

“Yeah?” He was picking up the pace, his hand moving on his cock.

“Can I taste you?” His hand stops. Did I ruin it? Is it too much? But he closed his eyes, after they rolled back looking like he was in ecstasy and exhaled.

“Yes please.” the words were whispered so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.

Reaching tentatively he started taking his clothes off and I didn't want to blink in fear I'd miss this. This moment was monumental for us both.

He removed his pants gently over his sore foot, before he leaned back fully naked and vulnerable in front of me. God damn… Shit! His cock was as long as mine, about eight inches and almost as girthy. My mouth drooled at the sight, and I didn’t even know what cock tasted like.

With the lamp on my night stand turned on, I saw that his gorgeous body was covered in random scars. There were about six or seven I could see. They painted a clear picture of the life he had, and what that cunt put him through. I was overwhelmed with anger for him, but I didn’t want to ruin our moment by mentioning how I would give anything to choke the life from his exes eyes, with my bare fucking hands! I made a vow to myself right then, that I would only ever treat Sam with the gentleness and care he deserves.

I started crawling up his body on all fours, making sure I wasn’t looming so as not to trigger him, “I know this is crossing your boundary of me touching you there, if you are uncomfortable tell me, we don’t have to. Okay?”

“I trust you Alex. I want your mouth on me.” Sam sat up, bringing his face close to mine and brought his lips to mine, opening up, inviting me in.

We kissed like we wanted to eat each other, It was all consuming, passionate. I felt everything through this kiss. The want. The need. The trust. And the fear. I never wanted it to end.

CHAPTER 39

SAM

The show and just his naked torso beside me on the couch, had me ready to dry-hump him again, I swear. When I saw the wet tip of his hard cock peeping from his waistband, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see him unravel. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted it! I initiated it!

I got some of my old confidence back because he gave me space to feel safe, and brave around him. He did that for me. I was not even self-conscious laying there naked and hard in front of a literal Adonis. Not with the way he was looking at me, like he wanted to lick every inch of me. Not with how patient and gentle he was being with me. I want him.

I poured all of those feelings into our kisses, and I hoped he could feel the appreciation and desire that was storming inside of me. I could kiss him forever. Where Kyle's kisses made my stomach churn, with his alcohol breath and impending pain, I never wanted him near me. But Alex… I wanted to devour him.

We were desperate now, my arms were gliding all over his bare back and chest, loving how his skin felt under my fingertips. The hard planes of his back were so much bigger than mine, filling me up with the feeling of being protected rather than intimidated.

“You want to taste me, Honey?” I asked, diving right back into the kiss, tangling our tongues together.

“I want to do it so badly but I have never done it before. I don’t want to fuck it up but I can’t stop thinking about it.” He mumbled, suddenly looking embarrassed. Oh My God he is adorable. As if he could fuck anything up. He only had to take his shirt off and I pitched a tent. He brought my libido back to life ten fold. I struggled to keep my dick down around him every day.