Sam’s eyes turned molten and stayed riveted on mine. He reached down between us to unfasten his pants. “Stop me, sweetheart.”
I shook my head.
“Touch me,” he said softly.
Instead, I reached for the buttons of my own shirt and began popping them open as swiftly as I could. When I finally got them all undone, I opened the shirt all the way and bared myself to him.
I didn’t need to say it again.
Come all over me.
Within seconds, he was above me, stroking himself and making low noises in his throat. His eyes never strayed from mine, and it made my heart stutter in my chest.
I reached out to run my hands up his powerful thighs, squeezing the muscles and feeling them respond to my touch. I wanted to feel the warm puckered skin of his balls, so I reached up with one hand and ran my fingertips under his sac. Sam made a choking noise in his throat and threw his head back. His cum splattered over my chest and stomach as he groaned out his release above me.
When he was finally done, he looked back down at me and fell forward onto one hand, propping himself above me. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard,” he admitted. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I wondered if he was going to leave then, prove my mom right when I’d overheard her tell Trinity that men only wanted one thing and when they got it, they were as good as gone. That had never made sense to me considering my father had never left her in all these years, but then I’d had my first kiss and furtive grope in high school and the guy had ignored me after that like I was nothing.
So I’d learned that maybe my mom had been right.
I braced myself for his swift departure.
11
Sam
I’d never seen anything as debauched and tempting as Truman Sweet covered in my cum. His skin was flushed with color, and his eyes were glassy. His warm brown curls stood out around his head like the quirkiest of halos, and his top teeth bit into his bottom lip, reminding me of what it felt like when I was the one who got to nibble on that plump skin.
“Let me wash you off,” I said, leaning down to press a kiss to those incredible lips. “Shower with me.”
His eyelashes fluttered for a second before widening. “Huh?”
I stood up and reached for his hand to haul him up next to me. “Which way to the shower? We need to get you cleaned up.”
“But I… I can do it myself. You don’t have to…”
“Truman, I know I don’t have to. I want to. I’m not done touching you yet.” I grabbed his hand and headed toward the hallway, assuming Truman slept in a main-level bedroom so he didn’t have to heat the second floor of the farmhouse.
When I caught sight of a bed with a pile of men’s underwear on it, I knew I’d come to the right place.
“Oh god,” Truman groaned, racing ahead of me and gathering them up to shove into a nearby dresser drawer. “Ignore this. Close your eyes. Stop looking at anything!”
He flailed around, looking for anything else he could clean up. I stood back and watched, especially enjoying the knowledge that my release was still branded on his skin.
“Truman, did you try on various kinds of undies for our date tonight?” I teased, leaning back against the doorjamb and crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He froze. “What? No. Of course not. That’s… that was simply a load of clean laundry I forgot to put it away.”
“You save up several weeks’ worth of underwear and wash it all together, apart from the rest of your clothes?”
“Never you mind,” he said absently, rushing over to straighten up the already made bed. “Stop being nosy. You don’t need to worry about my underwear.”
I strode over to him slowly enough to give him fair warning of my approach. “But I am worried about your underwear. Especially since I was the cause of its recent besmirching.”
His jaw dropped down, and I laughed.
“C’mere,” I murmured, pulling him close again so I could pull the shirt off his shoulders and undo his jeans. “I want to see the undies I ruined.”
I could feel him getting hard again which reminded me how young he was. Shower sex seemed like a really good idea right about now.
“Let me wash you off,” I offered again. “It’s my mess. I should be the one to clean it.”
Truman groaned. “Why do you make that sound so sexy?”
I pulled his jeans down to reveal a tiny pair of camouflage boy shorts.
“My, my,” I purred, running a fingertip under the edge of his waistband. “Aren’t these nice?”
The wet sticky front of the shorts moved. “You’re killing me,” he said.
I slid my hand over his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. “If this is too much, I’ll go.”
Truman shook his head. “Not too much.”
I distracted him with kisses as I moved us both toward the bathroom. It was surprisingly large and modern inside, but I didn’t waste time wondering about farmhouse renovations. I simply turned on the water in the walk-in shower and kept kissing him as I peeled my own clothes off.
“It’s not fair,” Truman complained as I reached for his dark-framed glasses. “You’re all fit and strong, and I’m…”
“Hot, sexy, beautiful, perfect,” I suggested, setting the frames on the bathroom counter. “Young, fit, luminous, magnetic… hot.”
“In the bathroom with a liar,” he finished with a laugh. But I could see my words pleased him even if he didn’t believe them to be true. And that was all I could ask for.
Truman stared at my dick after I stripped out of my boxer briefs. I wasn’t shy at all, so his attention only made me harder.
“Well,” he said nervously. “There’s… that.”
He was nervous enough about my dick to pretty much confirm his virgin status. “That isn’t going to do anything you don’t want it to do,” I assured him. “I’m just here to wash the merchandise, sir.”
He let out a relieved laugh. “It’s not that I don’t want… that… to do things. But I—”
“It’s okay,” I said, reaching for his own underwear. “I promise.”
He let me strip the sticky pants off him and toss them aside. His pubic hair was the same kind of dark riot of curls I’d imagined, and his dick made my mouth water. “This might require extra special cleaning,” I informed him. “I’m nothing if not thorough and dedicated.”
His easy smile made me feel almost giddy. Had I known I could make this sweet man happy by joking around a little, I’d have tried it sooner.
We got into the shower and rinsed off, barely removing our hands from each other’s bodies enough to grab soap and shampoo. The warm slick slide of Truman’s body against mine was enough to make me wish he had a limitless hot water heater so I could spend the rest of my days wrapped around him like this.
We kissed and fondled each other lazily as the hot spray thundered around us. I finally dropped to my knees and looked up at him with a question in my eyes.
Can I please suck you off?
He nodded and bit his lip again. Fuck, what that did to me.