I groaned as the image melded together with the tight, hot squeeze of his body. “Ah, fuck.” I swallowed. “You okay?”
He nodded and bit that poor abused bottom lip, which nearly caused me to lose it and shove the rest of the way in without stopping. By the time I finished taking my time with it, sweat had broken out on my back, and my breathing came short and shallow. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Sam.” Truman’s voice sounded choked and desperate. “Sam, right there. Right there. Harder. Please.”
I reached for his dick and shuttled my fist over it while thrusting into him harder and faster. I had to trust he knew his body well enough to ask for what he needed, and from his reaction, he definitely did.
He was fucking gorgeous like this. Skin flushed and neck tendons prominent as he struggled for his release. His eyes were screwed shut, and the edges of his hair were damp with sweat. Truman’s lips were cherry red from my kisses and his own nervous bites. His fingernails dug into the skin of my chest as I railed him into the bed.
It was the hottest sex of my life.
I spit into my hand and returned it to his dick, trying to push him over the edge so I could finally let go. He let out a cry and threw his head back, pulling his knees back in the process, which allowed me to push even deeper into his body. I choked out my own release as his body squeezed impossibly around me.
How could I ever walk away from a man who made me feel like this? From a man I wanted to pleasure this way over and over and over again? The look on his face, the body language of complete and utter abandon… he was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, and watching this shy man ask for what he wanted had nearly made me swallow my tongue with need.
I was lost to him, this kind and quirky human with the big eyes and crazy hair. He could crook his little finger, and I would come running. Anytime, anywhere.
Was it really possible to fall for someone this quickly? To catch an accidental glimpse into someone’s heart and suddenly recognize it as the home you didn’t know you were searching for?
It seemed impossible.
It took me a while to stop shuddering, but I made sure not to squash Truman under my dead weight. I lay to the side of him on the bed and noticed his fingers drawing lazy shapes on my arm.
His voice was soft but steady. “That made me feel powerful.”
I turned to meet his eyes. He looked sated and happy. Calm. Confident. “You are powerful. You had me completely… you have me completely at your mercy. Don’t you know that?”
We watched each other for a moment before he moved his hand up to cup my cheek. “But do I have you?”
He bit his lip again, radiating insecurity.
If only he knew.
18
Truman
I didn’t stop at that. “Does this mean something to you the way it does to me? Does it… can it mean we’re together?”
It was one of the bravest things I’d ever done, asking Sam to define our relationship.
Sam’s intense gaze, which was often intimidating, was as affectionate and loving as I’ve ever seen it. Granted, I hadn’t known him for very long, but I could tell he cared about me.
And I was having more feelings than I could ever admit, no matter how brave I felt. Sam was the first person who made me feel like… me. He made me feel like I was exactly who I was meant to be and that maybe that person was amazing.
I’d spent plenty of time having sex with myself. In fact, I loved the freedom to express myself sexually when I knew there was no one around to judge me. In a way, my solo sex life was like my little secret. I could be as experimental or edgy as I wanted without having to worry about what anyone else thought.
I’d never expected to be able to share it with anyone. It was another reason I’d resisted getting physical with Barney.
But Sam didn’t make me feel dirty or strange for wanting sex the way I wanted it. And I knew without even asking that he would be up for whatever experimenting I wanted to do with him in the future.
If there was a future. I was terrified of his answer.
“I would love it to mean we’re together, Truman,” Sam said softly. “I want to tell everyone in town that Truman Sweet is my boyfriend.” He rolled toward me and lay on his side, reaching out and brushing the curls out of my face. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you I’m moving here, to Aster Valley, but I…”
As his voice trailed off, my stomach began to knot. Did that mean he’d ultimately decided not to? “But you?”
“But I didn’t want to pressure you. We’ve known each other a hot second. I don’t ever want you to feel obligated or pushed. I want whatever you’re willing to give. Nothing more.”
My heart almost shoved its way out of my chest to dance happily on the bed between us and then smack kisses all over Sam’s body.
“I’m willing to give you head,” I said with a straight face, trying so hard not to throw myself bodily at his person and beg for him to glue me there like some kind of strange appendage.
It took him a minute to get that I was joking, and then his reaction was hysterical.
“Did you… did you just make a sex joke?” Sam’s voice almost reached a Trumanesque squeaking pitch.
“Did you just hit puberty?” I teased.
“Oh my god,” he said with a laugh, rolling over to squash me after all. “I can’t believe who’s suddenly mister jokester.”
I was so happy, I felt almost manic.
“Now that I know the key to making Sam Rigby beg, I feel like the king of the world,” I admitted with a smirk.
He reached around to pinch my ass. “Insubordinate punk. I didn’t beg.”
I laughed. “Are you kidding? You had a constant stream of chatter going under your breath. Things about how my body felt, how you were going to have to build a sex dungeon and name it after me, and how you would beg me to get back inside of my body if you had to.”
Sam stared at me in disbelief, but his cheeks turned pink. Clearly part of him believed the truth I spoke. His words had empowered me. They’d made me feel high and free.
It was amazing what having sex with a man who respected and appreciated me felt like. I was full of mixed emotions. Gratitude for Sam’s patient, steadfast regard. Resentment at all the years I’d thought I hadn’t deserved someone like him. Joy at finally learning how it felt to have a man inside me, thrusting into me and shifting around until my body sang in just the right way.
And hope. If Sam Rigby was moving to Aster Valley, my life had the potential to crack wide open like a spring rain cloud succumbing to a burst of summer sun.
“Okay, it’s true,” Sam finally admitted. “All of those things are true. Except the chalet I’m going to move into at the lodge doesn’t have room for a dungeon. So I’ll have to make do with sex handcuffs.”
I nodded agreeably. “You may use mine.”
His eyes bugged out again. This was getting fun.
“I’m joking. I only have solo toys,” I admitted. “But you’re kind of fun to tease. And I’m clearly the much better liar between the two of us.”
“Little Truman Sweet. You have anal sex one time and suddenly you’re a tiger.” Sam looked at me like inspecting a new species. “The Truman Tiger.”