I wanted answers and I wanted him.
With that in mind, I put my hand on the doorknob and then threw all my weight against the wood. Thankfully, it wasn't a very sturdy door to begin with, so it gave under the first try. I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting to find when I forced the door open, but the sight of Sam sitting naked in the slowly filling bathtub was not at the top of the list.
I expected him to rail at me or ask me what the hell was going on, but he just sat there and stared at me in disbelief. His eyes went from me to the door and then back to me again. I didn't give him time to call me out on my behavior. I stepped to the bathtub and grabbed his arm. As I pulled him to his feet, water went everywhere, but I didn't care. I dragged him against me and growled, "What did you mean when you asked if you would get me back?"
To my surprise, Sam didn't try to escape my hold. Nor did he try to cover himself up. In fact, he seemed to lean into me as he let out a deep breath. "This," he whispered. "You. I needed you back."
I still didn't get what he meant, but when his mouth covered mine, I no longer cared. It felt like coming home. All the soft, sweet kisses he'd given me over the past ten days during our pretend dates had been nice enough, but this… this was like finding myself all over again. It was like that first moment when I'd seen him the night Blake had attacked his family. Everything in my world righted itself again.
It took a minute for Sam's words to really sink in. He wanted me back. Me. The guy he’d met that night. The demanding, brash, crude, insistent man who said what was on his mind and took what he wanted.
He wanted me.
I didn’t question why all my flaws worked for Sam or wonder why he wasn’t expecting me to change. Truth was, I didn’t care. All I cared about was that he was back in my arms where he belonged.
“Undress me,” I demanded as I stroked my fingers up and down his back.
Sam let out a soft whimper and then his nimble fingers were on my pants. I took care of removing my shirt. Water sloshed in the tub as Sam dropped to his knees. As soon as he had my pants open, his mouth was searching out my dick. I couldn’t contain the moan that spilled from my lips as he sucked me to the back of his throat. I shoved my pants past my hips and then leaned over him so I could toy with his ass as he hoovered my cock. He let out the sexiest little grunts as I teased his hole at the same time that I shuttled my dick in and out of his lush mouth.
As much as I would have liked to come down his throat, I needed more. I needed all of him.
I straightened, pulling my cock free of Sam’s greedy mouth.
“Lube?” I demanded.
“Drawer,” Sam said, pointing to one of the vanity drawers across from the tub. I somehow managed to work my pants and boots off at the same time that I searched through the drawer for the lube. By the time I turned back around, Sam was standing up in the tub, his hand sliding up and down his very stiff dick.
“Nuh-uh,” I said with a shake of my head when he started to get out of the tub. “I’ve been picturing fucking you in this tub since that first night when you couldn’t stop talking about why you have a stool in your shower.”
Sam blushed and laughed. “Oh God,” he murmured.
“You were adorable,” I said as I reached him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
The laugh faded and his eyes filled with something intense that had my heart constricting painfully in my chest. Sam’s thumb traced over my bottom lip. “God, you were so beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes searched my face. “You are so beautiful, Matias.”
“I’ve missed you,” I admitted. “I fucked up so badly, Sam. So badly—”
Sam cut me off with a deep, drugging kiss. “Show me, Matias. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
Gladly.
I held on to Sam as I stepped into the tub. The tub was only half-full, so I left the faucet running. I kissed Sam until he was grinding heavily against me. I tried to ease us both to a sitting position in the tub but when we ended up in a less-than-graceful heap at the bottom of it, we both burst out laughing.
“We need to work on that,” Sam suggested as he lay sprawled against my chest.
“Now I know why there aren’t more bathtub porn scenes out there,” I groaned.
Sam dropped his forehead to my chest as we both had a good chuckle. But then his mouth was closing over my nipple and all my humor fled. I dropped my head back against the edge of the tub. I gripped Sam’s ass with both my hands as he teased my skin with soft licks, kisses, and nibbles.
“It might not have been pretty, but I think we stuck the landing,” Sam whispered as he made his way back up my chest and covered my mouth with his.
Our positions meant our dicks were mashed together. As Sam began grinding against me, water began to slosh all around us. I managed to straighten enough that I could wrap my arms around Sam’s waist. The tub was wide enough that he was able to straddle me with room to spare.
“I fucking love this tub,” I ground out as Sam slid his ass back and forth over my cock.
Sam grabbed my ears and lifted my face so he could kiss me the way he wanted. I was happy to cede control to him, but when he shifted our bodies so the head of my cock was pressed against his hole, I was done.
I snagged the lube from where I’d had the sense to place it on the edge of the tub. “Lift up,” I growled. Sam instantly rose up on his knees, but he kept right on kissing me as I lubed my dick up. I held my cock in place as I said, “Ride me, sweetheart.”
Sam’s luminous eyes went dark with lust as he locked his gaze with mine. As he lowered himself, he never closed his eyes, never looked away, either. It was only when I was fully seated inside of him that he threw his head back and moaned my name.
I wrapped an arm around him to support his body. The other hand threaded through his hair so I could drag him down for a kiss. “Who do you belong to?” I demanded as I held Sam in place.
“You,” he said without hesitation.
I loosened my hold on Sam enough that he could lift his hips a bit before dropping them down. Then I stopped his movements again.
“Who?” I growled.
“You,” Sam called. The second I eased my hold on him again, he was lifting his body. He cried out when I jammed my hips up at the same time that he lowered himself.
“Who?”
“You, Matias!” Sam cried.
I repeated the move over and over again until Sam was writhing desperately against me, begging me to fuck him harder.
“Who do you belong to, Sam? Forever.”
Sam grabbed my face and opened his gorgeous eyes. His pupils were blown but there was no mistaking the emotion in them. It made my chest hurt in the best way possible.
“You, Matias. Only you. Always you.” He kissed me softly.
I finally gave him what he wanted and relaxed my hold on his waist enough that he could move freely. He whimpered and cradled my face with his hands as his hips began to move. I put my hands on his hips but didn’t do anything to control his movements. I let him fuck me exactly the way he wanted.
And it was pure perfection.
Sam gasped and cried out as he rode me with slow, smooth glides. But it didn’t take long before his moves lost some of their finesse and he began bouncing on me with beautiful desperation.