Page 12 of Sam & Justin (Gomillion High Reunion #4)

There was a tone of finality in his answer.

I studied him, noticed the way his body had tensed.

His knuckles were white, wrapped tightly around the neck of the glass bottle he was holding.

I didn’t think he liked talking about his family, and I didn’t have the right to pick at his old wounds, whether they were open, scabbed, or scarred over with time.

It wasn’t my place. I let the topic die in the air between us, drowning it with a sip of my beer.

When I didn’t say anything, he began to relax.

Unfortunately, it left a lull in the conversation.

I noticed a few people starting to dance, even though Timbers and Tallboys wasn’t usually the type of place where that happened. “Do you want to dance?” I asked him after another moment of tense silence.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

I led him onto the dance floor. There were other couples dancing nearby, and no one paid any attention to us.

By the time the second dance came, our bodies were practically plastered together.

By the third dance, he was resting his forehead against mine.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, and my heart began to pound.

And then he kissed me. It was slow at first, gentle.

It lingered only a moment before he pulled away.

I wanted more of that kiss, so I chased his lips and captured them with mine.

In theory, we were still dancing. Our bodies were moving, but the only thing I cared about was the way his mouth moved against mine.

My tongue slipped between his lips, and the kiss grew deeper.

His hands found my hips, and I completely forgot where we were.

There was a heat to the kiss that I’d only felt a few times in my life, an inevitability to it.

And when the kiss finally broke, there was only one thing I wanted.

Him.

“Should we uh…” I questioned, rubbing the back of my neck. I noticed Gabe eyeing us from across the bar. He lifted his bottle toward me before turning his attention back to his conversation with some guy who we’d played D&D with back in high school.

Sam didn’t seem to notice Gabe’s raised bottle. His attention was all on me. “Yeah,” he agreed.

“My place or yours?”

“Mine,” he said immediately. He told me where he was staying, and we started out of the bar.

It wasn’t until we hit the parking lot that we remembered that we’d both driven separately.

Given the fact that I had to be at the school early the next morning, we couldn’t just take one car. We made plans to meet at the motel.

Was I really doing this?

I watched him walk to his car and I decided that yes, yes, I was.

I stopped at the twenty-four hour pharmacy on my way to his motel to get condoms and lube.

I couldn’t be sure that he packed supplies, and while there was no guarantee that things would go that far, I didn’t want to be caught without if it did.

After I paid, I drove directly to the motel Sam was staying at.

I found his room easily and knocked. My heart was racing as I waited for him to answer.

I didn’t do this. I didn’t go out and hook up frequently.

I had always been the type that preferred relationships and deep emotional connections.

The few times that I hooked up when I was single, they were friends with benefits situations.

I’d tried the apps when I was in college and finding myself, but they’d always left me feeling hollow.

I didn’t want this to turn out the same way.

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

But when he opened the door, still dressed in the same outfit he’d been wearing at the bar, I felt more at ease.

He looked nervous too as he stepped aside to let me in.

I took in the room as I entered it. There was a battered hard-shell suitcase against one of the walls.

The bed was rumpled but still made. There was a pair of jeans abandoned on the floor by the dresser and a hardback book sitting on one of the bedside tables.

He’d only checked in that afternoon, but the motel room looked lived in.

When I looked back at him, I noticed that he was studying me. “It’s not much,” he said quietly. “Didn’t feel like staying where everyone else was.”

“I’m not judging,” I assured him. “I’ve never stayed here, and it’s nicer than I thought it’d be.”

He grinned at that. “Bed’s pretty nice.”

“Is it?”

He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside him.

I joined him, sinking down into the mattress.

It was softer than the beds at other hotels I’d visited, ones that had stars and room service and didn’t look like they had hourly availability.

Maybe I was a little bit of a snob because the fact surprised me more than I’d like to admit.

“Bed is nice,” I agreed as I rested the small plastic pharmacy bag beside me. He reached over me to grab it and peek inside. “I didn’t know if you had supplies.”

He laughed and put it on the bedside table, right beside a half-empty bottle of lube and a few condoms I hadn’t noticed. I felt my face flush red. “Guess we’re on the same page,” he commented with a grin.

He kissed me.

It was different than the kiss at the bar.

It was heated from the start, the kind of kiss that promised that there was more to come.

I pulled him backward on the bed, and he followed me back willingly.

His tongue slipped past my lips, and it was like a spark to gasoline.

I pushed up his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin under the pads of my fingers.

He read the touch for something else and pulled away from the kiss long enough to lift his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.

Instead of falling back into his lips, I was transfixed by the pattern of black ink that covered his torso.

I knew he had tattoos. I’d seen the pictures online.

His arms were covered with them, but his chest?

There was barely any unmarked skin. I wanted to lick each of the lines until I had committed them to memory.

I pushed him back onto the bed and began to follow the first down with my tongue.

He let out a breathy sound that went straight to my cock.

I traced the first tattoo to his nipple and pulled the dusky pink bud into my mouth.

I sucked until it peaked hard and then I nipped down on it.

His back arched and an actual moan fell from his lips.

Oh damn. He was so responsive. I continued tracing the different patterns on his skin.

Each one brought different reactions from him, sounds I wanted to memorize.

By the time I got down to the band of his pants, my dick was so hard it was straining the confines of my slacks.

My hands were steady and sure as I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, his boxers with them.

His cock sprung free, and my mouth watered as I looked down at it.

I was surprised to find that it wasn’t tattooed, honestly.

“Is this okay?” I breathed out, my face only inches from the thick mushroom head.

“Yeah,” he panted. “More than okay.”

That was all I needed to flick the slit of his cock with my tongue.

I tasted his salty precum and moaned at the taste.

I licked down his shaft, tracing the visible vein from head to base.

He was practically shuddering from the contact.

I wrapped my lips around his head and circled my tongue around it.

I felt his hands on my head, tangling into my hair.

I sucked him in deeper, slowly taking his length into my mouth.

Every single inch pulled more reactions from him. When I reached his base, I began to bob up and down. His hand tightened in my hair the longer I spent sucking his cock, and I moaned in spite of myself. His hips bucked, and I gagged as his dick moved further down my throat.

“Sorry,” he breathed out.

I pulled off his dick long enough to look him in the eye. “Don’t mind,” I assured him.

And then I was back on his dick. He began to rock his hips, fucking into my mouth.

I wanted more than this, but if this was all I got?

I would be satisfied. I could feel the way his cock was reacting to my mouth, and my own dick?

It was leaking in my pants, desperate for friction. For freedom. For anything.

I would have kept sucking him off if he hadn’t pulled me away. “Too close,” he groaned.

“Not a bad thing,” I assured him.

He shook his head and grabbed the open bottle of lube. “Not what I want,” he told me as he passed the bottle to me. “Want to feel you inside of me.”

Oh.

I was surprised that he wanted me to top him. I didn’t mind bottoming, but I usually preferred to top. When it came to Sam, I’d have gone whichever way he wanted. I nodded and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, letting them fall to the floor.

“Maybe you want to get undressed?” he teased.

“Right,” I muttered.

I pulled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor with his clothes.

He lifted himself up to his elbows and drank in the sight of me with hungry eyes.

That was another thing I wasn’t expecting because I didn’t look like him.

He was all lean muscles and tattoos. I had a bit of a stomach, a hairy chest, and the only decorations on my torso were too many freckles.

He looked like some depiction of a god, and I had a dad bod without even being a dad.

But the way he looked at me? I might as well have been a centerfold in a dirty magazine.

I liked it.

I made quick work of my pants and underwear, baring myself to him.

“Damn,” he groaned as his eyes landed on my cock. He licked his lips. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I felt myself flush again. Why the hell was I blushing at that?

He sat up and pulled me down with him, capturing my lips.

Our dicks lined up, and I felt the slide of his shaft against mine.

The sensation made me groan against his lips.

He moved his hips expertly, and I found myself wondering how often he hooked up.

It was another moment where I knew I could have let this be it.

I would have been happy to get off like this, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

It was a struggle to pull away from the kiss, but if he wanted me to fuck him, that’s what he was going to get. I knelt between his spread legs.

I pushed at his calves, and he bent his legs, planting his feet on the mattress.

He was spread out underneath me, and I wanted to lose myself in his body.

I didn’t understand why he’d want me. Not now, and certainly not back when we’d been in high school, but for some inexplicable reason, he had and he did.

And if this was going to be the only night I had with him, I wanted to make it a night that we’d both remember.

I drizzled lube over my fingers and began to massage my thumb over his puckered hole.

The reactions were immediate, and they only grew louder as I brought my mouth back down to his cock.

I sucked him as I began to open him up. By the time I got to two fingers, he was trying to fuck himself both on my hand and into my mouth.

It was like he couldn’t figure out which sensation to chase.

He was moaning and cursing, and I loved hearing him fall apart.

I slipped a third finger into his hole. I kept working him over, fingers and tongue working in tandem.

I think I would have kept going, drunk on the sounds of his moans and the ways he moved and reacted.

The only reason I stopped was he started pleading for me to fuck him.

I pulled my fingers free and pulled myself off his dick.

His hand was shaking as he handed me the condom.

I ripped it open with my teeth and slid the rubber over my shaft.

“You sure?” I asked as I slicked the condom with lube and positioned myself at his entrance.

“If you don’t fuck me,” he grumbled.

The rest of his threat was lost as I began to push into him.

I moved slowly, taking my time even as his tight heat engulfed me and tried to pull me in deeper.

My eyes met his as I pushed in further, and it was one of the most intense moments of my life.

Our connection didn’t break when I bottomed out.

I stilled, giving his body time to adjust to my cock. I didn’t move until his hips buckled.

“Please,” he choked out.

How could I resist?

I began to slowly fuck into him, draping my body over his.

Our lips found each other’s again. The heat of the kiss added to the passion, and soon, I was losing myself in his body.

His legs wrapped around me, pushing me in deeper.

The slow and shallow thrusts gave way to more passionate ones.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, down my back, glued our bodies together.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned out. My moan was swallowed by his hungry mouth, still kissing mine.

“So good,” he groaned back.

Soon, the only thing that existed was him, his body, the sensations of his channel tight around my cock.

I felt his hard dick painting precum against my stomach.

When I felt myself getting close, I changed the tempo.

I pulled away from his kiss and hoisted his legs onto my shoulder.

Anything to keep it going. But there was only so much I could do to stave off the inevitable.

The edge of the cliff kept getting closer and closer.

And it felt like he was on the same journey.

His hole tightened around me, and he brought his hand down to his cock.

I wrapped my hand around his. He fucked himself on my cock and into our hands and soon, he was shooting hot cum against my chest. His tightening hole milked my orgasm into the condom.

My vision went white from the sensation of it all.

I collapsed against him as we finished, and I found myself wondering: how the hell could this only be one night when it was the best sex I’d ever had?