Page 119 of Goldilocks
“I am preparing you,” Roan said with all the patience he could muster. His cock was hard and eager, and any delay was irksome.
Sam’s pupils were blown wide, his lips soft and wet and swollen from either kissing Roan’s mouth or his cock. “You’re taking too long,” Sam complained, a desperate note in his voice.
Roan tugged Sam away from the wall, realising the leverage was giving him the freedom to interfere. “It will be much faster if you stop getting in my way,” he pointed out. And to prove it, he slid two fingers into Sam.
Sam’s breath caught, and he curled forward, forehead grinding into Roan’s temple as he groaned. “I don’t need this much prep,” he insisted.
Roan thrust his fingers in, taking his time to stretch him out. Sam’s cock was twitching between their stomachs. “You are very tight to please me, so I will take care not to hurt you.”
“You’re being too careful!” Sam objected. “It was only because that was my first time that I wanted that much prep. Please get inside of me. You’re going to make me come with just your fingers otherwise.”
That halted Roan. “This was not enough to bring you to climax last time. You said my sounds were bringing you to the edge; I am not making any sounds.”
Sam flattened his hand to Roan’s chest, his fingers vibrating with Roan’s skin. “You’re purring.”
“I can stop—”
“No!” Sam barked. He jerked his head away from Roan. “Don’t stop, I love that sound so much.”
Roan hummed his compliance. It would have been difficult to stop wilfully anyway; not while they were so close together. He could dip below the water and hide it, though, if he needed. But if Sam liked to hear it, Roan was happy to let him.
Roan slipped the third and fourth finger in together, watching Sam’s face for any hint of pain. His breaths stopped, his lashes fluttering as his body tensed. Roan leaned in to nuzzle his cheek. “You are doing excellently,” he praised. “Despite your impatience.”
Sam’s breath returned as he released a shaky laugh. “Thanks.”
Roan was at the cusp of losing the last of his patience when he decided that Sam was as ready as he could be. He considered his options, but his body had already begun to move Sam. Twisting him around so that his back was flat to Roan’s front and he could mouth his claim on pale white skin. Roan lined up at Sam’s entrance, and he gripped his hips to pull Sam onto his cock. Sam’s breath punched out of him. His hand flailed in the water, so Roan quickly moved them forward so he could find purchase on the rocks.
He waited. And he should have perhaps waited longer, but his body was burning with need and his hips thrust before he’d made the conscious decision to start. His Sam was just so perfect, so tight around him, hugging his cock and sucking him greedily in.
Roan thrust in earnest, using power so the water did not splash in his mate’s face. Sam groaned, fingers turning white as he gripped the shelf. Roan clutched Sam’s hips for leverage, holding him still as he mounted him, thrusting with intent. Sam’s spine arched, a beautiful curve that Roan admired with a hum. The long prep had Sam on the cusp, and Roan knew he had to act quickly to encourage Sam’s orgasm to last longer. It disappointed him that he did not bring his mate the same level of pleasure he brought him, but he would not give up in his efforts until he rectified that.
Sam cried out suddenly.
Roan, mid-thrust, knocked Sam’s hand aside and pumped his cock himself, continuing his thrusts as he did. Sam convulsed in his arms, bending forward as his fingers dug into stone and dirt, desperate for some sort of purchase. And even as Sam’s cock had released all it could, he still twitched. Realisation struck Roan; his mate was finding greater,longerpleasure while being mounted. The delight in the discovery roared through his body, and he stiffened all over, burying his face into Sam’s hair as pleasure coursed through him and he spilled his seed deep inside his mate.
To his immense delight, even when his orgasm faded, Sam was still recovering from his own, panting and shaking.
Roan vibrated with the discovery. He slid out of Sam and peppered kisses down his spine until he’d reached his ass. He kissed there too, his delight too profound to contain. “I did not realise you needed to be mounted to find longer pleasure. I apologise.” Roan cleaned him, careful and thorough. “I will bring you lasting pleasure now that I know how,” he promised.
Roan rose again so his head was above water. Sam cast him a crooked smile. “Thanks for cleaning me,” he said.
“Of course.”
“Did you say something under there?” Sam asked.
Roan hugged him. “I am happy that your pleasure lasted for longer,” he said.
Sam blinked at him, a look of surprise on his face, until it sank away to a smile again. “You definitely found a good spot there.” He chuckled. “Can you help me out of the pool? I don’t think my legs feel like working right now.”
Roan nodded. He would do anything for his perfect mate.
Chapter Forty-Four
Goldilocks
Sam swam lazily next to Roan, keeping his limbs beneath the water to avoid splashing. He half-floated, half-swam, making slow progress along the shoreline. The slow speed bothered Roan none; he exerted little effort to divert the waves around them, keeping the water calm so that it didn’t bother Sam. At this pace, it would be dinner by the time they reached Vi’s nest to check on the progress of the aviary.
“I can swim fine even if you don’t do that.” Sam indicated the surrounding water with a swish of his hand.