Page 85 of Show Me 1
“Yep. Count of three?”
On the three, we both turned around, my eyes immediately zooming to the eggplant Sam’s football pants were doing an absolute shit job of constraining.
Sam, in return, stared at me, then shook his head. “Goddamn, I…” He paused, then took a step back and looked me slowly up and down. “I kinda had a picture in my head of how you’d look, but wow.”
Warmth spread over my cheeks. The good kind, though, that was more desire than self-consciousness. I stood still as Sam walked in a circle around me and stopped in front of me again.
I ran a finger along his waistband and traced along the rigid outline of his cock. “Now you know a fraction of what it was like watching you on the field.” Or doing anything remotely athletic, really. Even the dingiest sweatpants were elevated to erotic art on Sam. “Thank goodness we didn’t get together until senior year.”
“Technically…”
“Good point. Maybe that was what was wrong with me until senior year. No one could hold a candle to our tryst outside Kappa.”
“That neither of us could remember.”
“Shhh.” I gave him a little squeeze that made him curse. “So, being the smaller one, does that mean I’m the quarterback?”
“God yes. Which means you call the plays.” Sam cursed again as I gave him a little squeeze. “Fuck, I think I’m already halfway to orgasm,” he said with a sigh and then skimmed his hands over my ass.
I could tell this was going to go on our sexual replays and greatest-hits list and would no doubt be recorded for our OnlyFans at some point. But I was glad not to have to think about cameras today, because Sam coming undone before my eyes over me wearing football tights was enough to wreck me.
“First play,” I started but didn’t get the rest out before Sam kissed me, hard and aggressive. He backed us toward one of the bleacher supports until my spine met the metal, his arms coming up on either side to cling to the framing as his hips rolled and his hard cock rubbed insistently against mine.
“Fuck.” I let out an undignified whimper at the friction and pushed up his football jersey, finding his nipples already pebbled from the cold. He loved when I played with them.
Sam licked the side of my neck, my throat, and sucked on my earlobe, every confident pass of his tongue breaking me out in shivers. Three years and he knew every single spot on my body, which combinations of hands and mouth would have me writhing and which he could use to draw me out, and I knew the same for him. That kind of intimacy was the most powerful aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced, and I was an absolute slave to it as much as Sam was. When I thought about all my bold talk senior year about how I’d just wanted to get laid, I realized Sam had been right back then. I hadn’t just wanted to get laid. I’d wanted to feel known and understood and loved inside out the way Sam made me feel.
I tilted my head to the side, giving him full access, and he took the invitation, hot mouth stitching fiery kisses over my cool skin. “I interrupted you. I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Got too excited. Wanna try again? What’s the first play you’re gonna call? Where do you want me?”
“On your knees,” I whispered and had another one of those moments of utter blissed-out wonder when Sam dropped down immediately. Even on his knees he was big, rising well above my waist, and when he gazed up at me while rubbing his chin over the fabric covering my erection, I swallowed against the pleasure saturating my body. It took me a moment to get the words out coherently. “Suck me.”
Keeping his gaze pinned to mine, he lowered the waistband on my tights until just the head of my cock peeked out, trapped for the torment he unleashed on my crown by sucking and licking around it. I was panting and clinging to the post above my head in seconds.
“I couldn’t stop looking at you during the game,” he said, inching my pants a little lower, and I thought about how our gazes had caught over the dining table earlier. The warmth in his eyes and how it tinged his smile. It was another one of those subtle intoxicants, the one I’d envied most years before when I’d catch it happening between Nate and Eric or Chet and Mark.
A tingle raced up my spine as Sam sucked along the side of my shaft. “Me too—oh, god.” I buried my fingers in his hair as he sank lower, taking me deeper, lips moving in an expert glide, teasing my tip and moving lower to my balls. “I’ve been thinking about this since the locker room this morning. When you were stretching.” I’d gotten out of the shower and walked into our bedroom to find him doing his post-run stretches in nothing but briefs, one leg hiked up on our dresser to loosen his hamstrings, his ass a perfect peach. But since we had company coming, I didn’t have time to follow my instincts and bury my face between his cheeks. My patience was paying far better dividends than I’d anticipated, though. “I wanted you to find me after that…thatgameand—” I gasped sharply as Sam swallowed me to the root, the sudden heat and suction pulling a shudder from me.
“And?” He slid a wet finger behind my sac and teased over my hole.
“And fuck me,”I managed to finish, then whimpered out his name as a plea when he nudged his finger just inside me.
Sam rested back on his heels, one hand working my cock, the other opening me up. “How do you want to be fucked? You want me to bend you over and split that sweet little ass open, or you want it the other way, your legs wrapped around my waist and my tongue in your mouth.”
These were impossible choices. “Y-you pick,” I stuttered, squeezing my eyes shut in ecstasy as he sucked me into his mouth again. He worked me over slowly and patiently until I was whining and thrusting in his throat without a care for the needy sounds coming from me.
When he could tell I was about to lose it, he held my thigh and jacked me off onto his tongue, knowing how much I loved seeing him swallow my release. Once my thighs quit quaking, he stood up and kissed me nice and deep before turning me around, lifting my hands and curling them over the risers above me.
“Hold on right there, okay?” he said, kissing the nape of my neck as I nodded mutely. “Don’t let go.”
Cool air moved over my hot skin like a balm as Sam yanked my pants down my knees and left me exposed. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, taking in my spread legs, my ass, probably red with his handprints where he’d clutched me, and I thrilled in all of it. Even when he was silent, I could feel the perfect transmission of his love and desire for me.
I could never get enough of that first second when Sam entered me. The sting of intrusion, and then the way my body melted around him, gave way, and swallowed him. A multitude of sensations occurred at once, twining pleasure and the briefest bite of pain together into an aphrodisiac that made my head spin. Sam’s moan—familiar and particular to this one instance when it was laced with a sense of a relief and release, like he’d been waiting so long and this moment was his reward—always got to me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and his hand came to the nape of my neck, thumb tilting my chin, his kiss a hot smear along my jaw and finally to my lips. His tongue speared inside my mouth in a mimicry of his thrusts. Slow at first, which meant he was watching, enjoying seeing his big dick disappear inside me, and then with more power, picking up speed, his hands tight and possessive on me just the way I loved it. His grunts and panted breaths got me worked up all over again.
This was exactly what I’d always envisioned, my hands clinging to the bleacher above me, Sam clutching my hip, his fingers curled and his grip tight like he was just as desperate. My body swayed with every thrust, full of him and feeling every inch. His other hand splayed and roamed over my skin, fire in every caress. And finally, finally his touch trickled down my spine and pressed at the base, deepening the arch in my back.
He wrapped one arm around my chest, pulling me to him, the other one sliding behind my thigh and lifting my leg so he could go deeper.