“Get those ridiculous clothes off and get on the bed, Jacob,” Samson said.
“No.”
The other man froze, his fingers at the buttons of his shirt.
“Jake likes those pants, and there’s plenty for you to play with there, but you’re not laying a finger on him until we hammer some basics out. You’re not going to harm him. No blood, no scratches, no bruises, no—”
“You didn’t tell her what we do here?” Samson said to Jake, shaking his head when he didn’t respond. That smirk was back on his face. “I don’t play the tawdry little games they love out there. I bring Jacob here to make love to him, to wring every little bit of pleasure I can from his body, because that’s what he deserves. He does the same for me, eager and hungry for every drop he takes from me.” His gaze transferred to Jake, who was staring at the floor. “They don’t understand what they have in you, I’ve told you this many a time. Tarrying with some woman won’t change that. They’ll never get you like I do. Remove the clothes. I don’t need props or enticements. I just want you.”
Ohh fuck.
I’d steeled myself coming over here, that there’d be a whole lotta kink on display that I had no idea how I’d cope with. Watching shit go down on a phone screen wasn’t the same as being up close and personal, but I quickly realised this wasn’t what the issue was going to be. Samson looked at Jake like he was the most precious thing in the world.
But Jake’s eyes were on me, when his hand went to his fly, when he started to unfasten his pants and kick off his shoes. They burned brighter, as did his skin when the other man finally reached out to touch him. But he maintained eye contact with me the whole time, when Samson undid the zipper and cupped his arse, when he jerked the pants down. He was clawing to get at Jake, just as I’d asked. He didn’t even let the man get undressed before his hands were on him. Samson pulled Jake against his chest, stroking his hand across it, tipping his head back to bestow kisses on his neck. He only drew back to go for the collar, to unbuckle it.
“No!” Jake cried when his fingers went to it, closing his own hands on the leather and spinning out of the other man’s grip.
“Nothing between us, that’s my rule,” Samson said, waving a finger at him.
“Fuck you and your shit…” Jake muttered as he jerked up his pants.
“Come here, Jake,” I said, feeling like I couldn’t get any closer to whatever was going on right now, but wanting to. I needn’t have worried. He threw himself at me, wrapping me in his arms and burying his face in my hair. When I stroked him, he was shuddering.
What the fuck was going on? I was playing these fucking mind games, and I had no idea what I was doing. People could get hurt. From Jake’s response, people had.
“We’ll get out of here, OK?” I said, stroking his hair, but he didn’t move for the door and drag me after him like I thought he would.
“He wants what I have to offer him,” Samson said, standing there and staring at me like he’d extinguish me on sight.
“No, he wants some of what you have to offer.” I thought about it, my mind racing to decipher this situation. He’s a black hole… “You’re intense, know how to make him feel good, but he doesn’t want anything else that comes with it. That’s what this is.” I stopped, putting two and two together, then looked at the man in the middle of all of this. Why would he bring me here? To someone who so patently wanted to take things to another level with him, who he feared as some kind of threat? My eyes strayed to where he fingered his collar, as if taking pleasure from the sensation.
I met Samson’s gaze, and I think a moment of understanding passed between us. All smirks were left in the dust, and when his hands went to Jake, there was a reverence in them. He smoothed the long spikes of his hair back from his face, revealing that harsh yet somehow boyish bone structure of his. Jake’s jaw worked at this gentle caress, and it took a few sweeps to settle him. Small frowns came and went under the other man’s hands, until Jake’s lips fell open, his body uncoiling and relaxing against Samson’s.
“I’ve got you…” the man murmured to my lover. “That’s it. Let it go.”
And he did. Now the rules had been established, somewhat, clothes were removed and they settled, skin to skin, quickly enough. Samson wrapped his arm around Jake’s torso, dropping kisses along the other man’s back, his hands roaming like he was trying to memorise every single part of him.
And perhaps he was.
Most of the gay porn I’d seen had quite brutal guys going at it, slamming into each other, fisting each other’s cocks, but this was something else altogether. Jake was surprisingly passive here, as if his role was to be worshipped and Samson’s was to pay homage to him. Jake hissed when those blunt fingers brushed over his nipples, the small points getting harder with Samson’s ministrations. Jake grew restless, his hips twisting, his back arching, like he wanted to force the pace to go faster, but the other man continued with his ghost-like caresses until Jake started to moan. Samson’s hands moved on, like they had achieved their purpose, much to Jake’s distress.
Samson pushed Jake up onto the bed, holding him still when he was on all fours by placing a hand on the other man’s hip. He ran a single finger down the redhead’s spine, watching the muscles jump and twitch as it got lower and lower. He stopped when he got to Jake’s coccyx, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
Samson watched Jake with a possessive satisfaction, as if he took the gasps of anticipation as his due, as applause for his performance. He moved to one side, giving his thick cock a few strokes, looking at Jake at all angles, until the other man looked back over his shoulder, his face a mask of need. Samson reached over and pushed his head down.
I watched the struggle on Jake’s face, the grimace as he fought to hold himself still. With no words, with few actions, Samson held him in place, taut with anticipation. Whatever their relationship, he knew how to play Jake well.
Which is what he wants you to see.
Was Samson that guy a lot of people had in their past? Who seemed to know your own body better than your own, but once everyone had come and gotten out of bed, you couldn’t have been less compatible. What made him a black hole for Jake? Was it that he was too much and not enough? My mind raced, but I forced myself to keep watching, to stay in the moment.
Samson was an artist, carving Jake’s body anew as he traced the line of each muscle and bone. He remapped the other man’s body, innocuous skin became an erogenous zone with consistent attention. And Jake, he had gone somewhere else the longer this went. He still gasped and moaned, but there was no more anticipation now. He just was Samson’s fingertips and his own skin, meeting explosively in an endless loop of sensation. The light changing outside, the increasing chill in the air, all went unremarked, except for the stud of goosebumps on Jake’s skin, only to be chased away. When Samson’s hand dropped down over the globes of Jake’s arse, there was something casual, incidental about it, but attention rippled over his skin. The redhead looked over his shoulder, the movement quick and desperate.
“Hungry?” was all Samson said, two fingers rubbing along his crack. He was met with a rapid nod. His eyes then flicked to me, holding mine steadily as he played with Jake, pulling long drawn out moans from him. “If I’m to teach you to handle him, then you’ll need to come closer.” I blinked, jumping when Jake let out a rough bark of a moan. “Grab the chair, and sit down over there.” He nodded to a place against the wall, behind his shoulder.