Page 22 of Scoop Me Up (Love in Maplewood #7)

Gabe

Sam exhaled shakily and nodded, grabbing the ice cream and empty beer bottle before standing. I followed them into the house, where they wordlessly put their things in the kitchen and turned to me.

“Now what?” Their voice was a low murmur, quiet and uncertain.

I leaned in and gave them another slow, gentle kiss, listening to the soft rush of breath as they sighed.

Slowly, I eased my hand to the nape of their neck, sliding it into their hair and holding them close to me.

As they moaned against my mouth, I chased the sound, deepening the kiss and using my free hand to pull their hips until we were pressed together, our bodies flush against one another.

My mind grew hazy with lust as we kissed, my desire for Sam growing with every second that passed. I was acutely aware of every point where our bodies touched, aware of how my cock swelled in response to Sam’s touch, knowing I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Bedroom?” I murmured between kisses.

Sam hesitated and for a moment, I wondered if they were second-guessing what we were doing. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Very.”

With that, Sam took my hand and led the way into their bedroom, pulling me close to them as we crossed the threshold.

The second we were inside, I reached for the hem of their shirt and stripped it off of them.

They exhaled sharply, doing the same to me, pulling my shirt up and over my head before tossing it aside.

Again, I captured their mouth with mine, this time letting my hands find their waist and skim along the top of their jeans. Sam’s body pressed tightly into mine, their erection evident as they did. I groaned, desire ripping through me, and reached to undo their jeans.

Sam chuckled and pushed my hands away. I marveled at their body as they kicked off their jeans and stood nearly naked, moonlight streaming in through their blinds.

They were beautiful and it took my breath away.

I forgot what I was supposed to be doing for a brief moment as I stood and let my gaze rake over their body, simply enjoying the view.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

Sam let out a breathy laugh and reached for the fly of my own jeans, helping me out of them, and before long, we were standing there, kissing in our boxers, in no real hurry for anything else.

Electricity flowed through me everywhere we touched and I chased it, crowding into Sam’s space until they backed up and their legs met the mattress.

With a smirk, I stepped back and gave them a gentle shove, watching them scramble into place, head on a pillow.

Lying like that, their hard cock tenting their boxers, my mouth watered and my stomach quivered in anticipation, both wanting more and afraid I’d do something to ruin the moment.

Sam propped themself up on their elbows. “We don’t have to—”

I shut them up by climbing on top of them and kissing them again, straddling their leg and rocking my body down against their thigh. Sam’s resulting moan made me want them even more, if it was possible, and I moved down to tug off their boxers.

Once they were free of clothes, their cock resting against their stomach, I took a moment to drink it all in before acting. There was no part of me that wanted to leave or to stop, no hesitation at all. All I wanted was Sam.

“Wait a second,” I said quietly.

Sam frowned, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

I smirked. “Tattoo?”

“Oh, God.” Sam covered their face with both hands. “Please don’t make me.”

“Come on,” I teased. “You said privileged eyes. Doesn’t this count?”

With a sigh, Sam tilted to the side, showing off a small tattoo of an ice cream cone on their hip.

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from me. “Of course you have an ice cream tattoo.”

“Hey,” Sam said, playfully defensive. “Don’t judge.”

“I would never,” I whispered. A moment later, I settled between their legs, pulling their thighs close around me as they bent their knees and pressed their feet to the blanket.

Don’t fuck this up , my brain screamed. With no more hesitation, I dipped down and took their cock between my lips.

The crown breached my mouth, leaving a slick smear of precum on my chin as I took it in, the salty taste bursting on my tongue and making my mouth water again.

I groaned, desperate with desire, ready and aching for more.

It was different than my past experiences, of course, but not bad.

I liked it. It was both foreign and familiar, touching Sam.

I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to stop.

Sam dropped back against the pillows and moaned, gripping the blanket in both fists.

Their thighs trembled, though whether with pleasure or an effort to exert self-control, I couldn’t tell.

Slowly, I took the rest of their cock in my mouth, a little at a time until I reached as far as I could go.

The crown rested on the back of my tongue and Sam’s hips rocked up a little as if they were chasing the sensation.

I pulled back and lowered again, sucking gently.

Sam’s breathing hitched and their moans spurred me on and I sucked harder, took them deep again.

After a few strokes of this, I shifted until I had one hand between their legs, too, and wrapped my fingers around their cock.

As I sucked, I stroked them firmly, twisting my fist at the same time.

Gradually, my jaw started to ache, and I released Sam’s cock from my mouth, stroking them with my hand while I rested briefly, before going back in.

My own cock ached, throbbing between my legs as I pressed into the mattress, leaking against the blanket.

I worked to control myself, to keep from grinding down and ending things too soon, by focusing on Sam’s pleasure and not my own.

I wanted more, wanted to touch Sam everywhere, to taste them everywhere, to claim them as my own.

The intensity of my desire urged me on. I removed their cock from my mouth again, stroking, pressing my thumb against the underside of the crown, and gently dipped my head down until my mouth met their balls.

Sam let out a breathy, surprised laugh as I took one in my mouth and sucked on it, continuing to stroke their cock as I did.

Soon, they were squirming and moaning, sounding closer and closer to the edge.

I returned my mouth to their cock and sucked, stroking them faster, harder, realizing I wanted to taste their release—and I wanted it soon.

A few moments later, Sam’s fingers buried in my hair and they moaned my name. “Gabe.” I glanced up without stopping, making eye contact, and they moaned again. “Please.” Their voice was ragged and desperate.

I nodded and pulled off, slowing my strokes. “Let me. Let me take care of you,” I whispered. I’d never wanted anyone this badly and I didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

Sam hissed a swear word and exhaled sharply. I went back to sucking them, the taste of precum rolling across my tongue. A moment later, they cried out with a deep moan as their cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth.

My mouth was flooded with cum and I did my best to swallow it, working Sam through their orgasm, continuing to suck and stroke until their moans died off.

When I pulled back, they sighed, a deeply content sound.

Despite my own aching cock, I moved up to lie next to them and pulled them into my arms.

We were quiet for a few moments as Sam caught their breath. Eventually, they looked up at me. “You okay?”

I nodded and kissed their forehead. “Never better.”

They smirked and moved a hand to my erection. “Never?”

My eyes fluttered closed and I groaned softly. “Not so far. You keep doing that and my answer might change.”

Sam chuckled darkly. “Take off your boxers and we’ll see.

” It took me only a fraction of a second to comply, and they moved until they were in the same position I’d been just a few moments ago, tucked between my legs.

They hooked one hand under my thigh and stroked me with their other hand for a few seconds before dragging their tongue along the underside of my cock and teasing the slit with their tongue.

My breath caught in my chest, coming out ragged and hot as I closed my eyes and let my mind focus on the feeling of Sam’s mouth on my cock.

They hummed softly, the vibrations going straight through me, intensifying the sensations.

I rocked my hips up, chasing the pleasure, until my cock met the back of their throat.

Sam urged me deeper and I groaned as the crown eased into them further, until my entire cock was sheathed by their mouth, my head pressed against their throat as they swallowed around it, muscles tightening and contracting around me.

“God,” I groaned as they deep throated me again and again. Soon, my hips were bucking and thrusting deeper into Sam’s mouth and Sam took me like they were made for it. They stroked my thighs as they sucked me, digging their fingertips into the muscles, holding me tightly as I slowly fell apart.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as they worked me over, as I continued to fuck their mouth. I let one hand drift to my chest and tweaked a nipple, causing a bolt of lightning to shoot through me and ripping another groan from my throat.

After a few moments, Sam pulled back and I opened my eyes to find them looking directly at me. I groaned again. The sight of them with their hair mussed, their lips swollen and slick with spit and precum, their fist around my cock—it was almost too much.

“What’s wrong?” My voice sounded broken to my own ears.

“Can I—” They dropped a hand to my crease and teased fingertips along my ass. “If you’re not into it, that’s fine, I just—”

“Sam.”

They stopped and looked at me again, their dark eyes wide, darker than usual, worry on their face.

“Please do it.” A thought bubbled up, unbidden. My body is yours.

Sam chuckled, a self-conscious sound, before putting a finger in their mouth and sucking on it briefly. The sight and anticipation made me groan again, my breathing shaky. I closed my eyes again and waited.

Sam gently moved their hand until their index finger was pressing at my hole.

Instead of breaching me, they simply teased at it, stroking the rim.

The sensation was new and different but good, and I let out an appreciative groan.

A few moments later, my cock was in their mouth again and they were sucking me deep while teasing at my hole with their fingertip.

I sucked in a sharp breath and arched into their touch, thrusting up into their mouth and then rocking down against their fingers. I wanted more. My climax built, my body heating, electricity flowing through me, a fire building inside. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“I’m close,” I murmured.

Sam sucked harder and pushed their fingertip inside me, past the ring of muscle, thrusting in.

My cock swelled and I groaned, cum spilling from me into Sam’s mouth. My hips bucked erratically as they continued to take me deep in their throat and swallow, fucking into my ass with one finger.

When I was wrung out, Sam pulled away, slipping out of me and releasing my cock.

They slipped out of bed. “Be right back,” they said, hurrying to the bathroom across the hall.

The sound of water running was all I heard besides the rush of blood in my ears.

A few moments later, they returned and crawled back in bed with me, curling against my side, hands damp from being washed.

We held each other for a long time, recovering from the intensity of what we’d done, until our breathing settled and evened.

Sam kissed me on the shoulder and pulled back to look directly at me. “Are you—?”

I cut them off with a kiss. The taste of myself on their tongue was intoxicating and we kissed for a long time before parting. “I’m great,” I murmured. “Stop worrying.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I get it.” I kissed them again, long and slow. Eventually, I broke the kiss again and looked at Sam. “I should probably get back to my own room.” Inside, I was both hoping they’d ask me to stay and terrified of what it meant if I did stay.

“Don’t,” Sam whispered. “Don’t go.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay.” My heart squeezed. I wasn’t falling for Sam. I’d already fallen. There was no turning back. I just had to figure out where to go from there.

We moved the blankets over us and held each other long into the night.

I listened to Sam’s breathing, felt their chest rise and fall, as they fell asleep.

It took me far longer to fall asleep, my mind reeling.

Everything that had happened that night, everything I was feeling, it all threatened to overwhelm me, and at the same time, I never wanted to feel any other way.

I had a lot to think about, a lot of decisions to be made.

I’d already turned down the job. I knew the only thing holding me back in Burlington was my apartment. I wanted to move to Maplewood, to be near everything that mattered, but I was scared, too.

I thought back to that first night I’d nearly kissed Sam and to the next day.

We all have regrets , they'd said. It was true—I did have regrets. But not a single one involved Sam and I knew no matter how things ended, I’d never regret what was happening between us.

I’d learned so much about myself just in the few short weeks we’d known each other.

I hoped Sam wouldn’t regret things either, no matter how they ended up.

They stirred in their sleep and snuggled closer. With every beat of my heart, I felt closer to the truth. We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but time didn’t matter. I was in love.