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I tried to keep still as he freed my other foot, and had to bite down on my knuckles when he reached his other hand around, attacking the soles of my feet in tandem.
I must have made some kind of crazy blissed-out face because when he did finally look over at me, he bit back a grin. His gaze darted above my head to Cam on the other couch, then moved back to the TV.
Sam pulled both my feet into his lap and kept his left hand on one while the right ventured from my foot to my calf with a stopover to caress my ankle gently.
“Feel good?” he said quietly, and I nodded like a bobblehead. I might as well have had drool dripping down my chin. I had no idea what was going on right now. My body was just a vast sea of sensorial endpoints rippling with Sam’s every touch.
From my calf, he coasted a large hand up my thigh, leaving a wake of heat behind. I swallowed hard when I shifted my feet slightly in his lap and encountered the stiff ridge of his cock.
In a surprising response, his gaze traveled to Cam again, and then he spread his legs wider.
Any chance I could’ve convinced myself he wasn’t actually hard melted away when his dick literally twitched against my ankle as he rubbed his thumb over one of my big toes.
Look, I’d never given feet much thought. They were handy for walking, yanno? But there was some alchemy of touch, environment, and Sam himself happening right now that made me consider the toes I wiggled against his shaft in a new light.
An intriguing and possibly highly sexy light.
Sam nestled deeper into the couch and rested his head back against it, eyes falling shut. The hand on my foot tightened, keeping me close as his hips flinched upward into the heat of my sole. Meanwhile, his other hand skated from my thigh to blanket my groin in warmth.
I arched as the heel of his palm nudged the base of my cock. Fuck, it felt insanely good, and I was so turned on I could barely see straight.
It was hard enough holding back the little whimpers and noises that kept trying to break free, but when Sam ran a finger up and down my zipper and then gave me a querying look, I almost gave myself whiplash nodding.
He peeled my zipper down slowly, and it took me a second to catch on that he was doing the same thing on his end. Where before my feet had been rubbing up against stiff denim, they now encountered hard, hot flesh.
I gulped as Sam shifted his thighs and maneuvered his dick between my feet. He put his hand to his mouth and then brought it to my feet, slicking up my insoles. A little push and his cock glided between, warm and wet and…holy shit, I used to make fun of people with foot fetishes, and now I suddenly got the appeal. It was weird and kinky and sexy, and the smoothness of his cock against the sensitive arches of my feet felt amazing. I only wished there weren’t a blanket obstructing my view.
Sam’s lashes fluttered closed, and his jaw tensed as I cottoned on to what was happening and got into the rhythm, pressing my feet a little closer together to increase the friction. A shudder rippled over his shoulder, and then he blinked his eyes open, angling a look at me at the same time he squeezed my dick through my boxers, then pulled it out through the little panel.
“Show me?” he said softly, with another cautious glance thrown over my head toward Cam.
On TV, they were discussing red velvet cake, and I was one more of Sam’s sultry whispers from frosting the outside of my jeans.
I spit in my palm, then slipped my hand beneath the covers, wetting up my dick before I wrapped Sam’s fingers around my shaft and kept my grip over the top of his. Fuck me sideways if I didn’t full-body shiver when he started pumping me. Gingerly at first, like he was feeling me out, then more firmly when I squeezed his hand.
We moved in subtle rhythm, Sam’s watchful awareness of Cam nearby muting my instinct to buck wildly into his touch. Something about that was insanely erotic, too, though, like a souped-up version of petting in a movie theater, with the threat of being caught a mere glance away.
The pace was hypnotic and forced me to remain completely present and focused. I felt every inch of his cock sliding between my feet. His grip tightening on my toes became an additional pleasure tacked on to the shock waves radiating through my balls.
Sam released my dick and grabbed onto my feet suddenly, his head arching back against the couch. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he had the quietest orgasm I’d ever witnessed. His release poured over me in thick spurts, and then he brought his slick hand back to me, wrapping me in his thick fist. Two pulses inside that perfectly lubed grip and I came, too, turning my head to the side and burying the instinct to cry out in my own shoulder as the orgasm ripped through me.
Loosening his hold on my feet, Sam glanced around, then shrugged and used the blanket to mop himself up and wipe off my feet. So that would need to be washed posthaste.
But since he’d led the way, I did the same and then let out a sigh of contentment that lasted for all of three seconds before reality checked in to saywhat the fuck?
“What the fuck?” I hissed at Sam, deciding to go with the words pinging around wildly in my brain.
He shook his head quickly and ticked it toward Cam.
“Are you two still watching this, or can I change it?”
“You can change it,” Sam said at the same time I shot him a murderous look. Had Cam been awake this entire time? Had he been watching us? On a purely kinky level, that was kind of hot, but on a roommate level, no. I had to live with him for the rest of the year.
I started to sit up, but Sam reached under the covers and smacked my leg. He pulled out his phone, typed something, and two seconds late my phone buzzed. I opened the message.
Sam:I’m 90% sure he was asleep that whole time.
Sam:But don’t get up.