Page 54 of Touch of Innocence

Gunner gasped as Sam, with urgent, almost rough, hands, tugged down Gunner’s pants and pushed them down his legs and onto the floor in a crumpled heap. Normally, Sam would have been more careful, set them down without wrinkling them, and Gunner smirked when he realized just how badly Sam still wanted him.

Not for long, though, was he smirking. He sort of forgot to do that entirely when Sam slid his lips sweetly along the swollen shape of Gunner’s dick through his underwear, mouthing him through the fabric, his breath hot and wet. Sam sucked on the head, and Gunner groaned as he reached down, sliding his fingers into Sam’s shaggy hair and trying to tug him closer. It was futile, with the underwear in the way, but he tried.

Nor was Sam going to give him any mercy, it seemed. He kept mouthing at Gunner, giving him almost, but not quite, enough stimulation to edge him slowly toward the release that he needed.

“Sammy. Goddamn it, Sammy,” Gunner groaned, despite the satisfied look that he saw in Sam’s eyes. He was playing right into his boyfriend’s hands, but that didn’t stop him from writhing up toward him as Sam pleasured him, slowly, far too slowly, with his mouth.

Just when Gunner was thinking that he might just lose it completely, just when the pleasure was coiling inside of him, taking him to a place beyond pleasure that was almost pain, just when he thought there was nothing that could stop him from coming, Sam pulled away and licked his lips, that gleam of mischief in his eyes. Yes, he knew what he was doing, that look said, and he was doing it on purpose.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” Sam demanded, and Gunner groaned, giving him a disbelieving look. He was being bossed around now? But there wasn’t actually a lot that Sam could tell him to do that he wouldn’t at least consider, especially when his cock was as hard as it was and lust and need were surging through his veins.

The sound of Sam’s chuckle was, let’s face it, hot as hell, as Gunner scrambled out of his clothes. The moment he was clear, Gunner launched himself at Sam, tackling him back onto the bed, their lips hot and eager as they embraced, Sam’s hard, strong leg pressing between Gunner’s legs.

It almost hurt, the relief that rolled through Gunner as he felt that strong thigh grind up against his aching cock. It was almost too much, and yet that couldn’t stop Gunner from rolling his hips, trying to seek out more of that highly intriguing sensation.

“I want your mouth,” Sam demanded, and Gunner, who had been fantasizing about that very thing, shuddered as the heat, the passion, rocked through his body. “Give me your mouth …”

Gunner didn’t hesitate. Maybe he could have played with Sam, worked him up more since he was apparently in quite a state. But then again, so was Gunner, and he didn’t have the patience for that. So he slid down, nuzzling briefly, rubbing his lips around the fullness of Sam’s cock before parting them and taking that blunt, leaking, slippery head in.

There was something so intriguing about this. Sam was in control, or at least, it would seem so. He had his strong hands on Gunner’s head, and thrust demandingly between his lips, using his mouth. But Gunner was the one making Sam make all of those noises, the one making his dick throb and leak, obviously bringing Sam closer to release.

Just when it seemed that there was no way that Sam wasn’t going to come, Gunner felt him withdraw from his mouth. It took only a second for Sam to roll Gunner onto his back, to prepare him quickly and efficiently, slippery lube pushed inside of him, getting him ready.

“Sammy,” Gunner gasped, a little overwhelmed. It felt like being caught up in a whirlwind, his body adjusted as Sam liked it, but it was utterly irresistible, too. Gunner let his legs fall open, and as Sam positioned himself, he locked them around Sam’s hips and even pulled him closer.

Overwhelming, but something that Gunner wanted, had wanted for every long minute that Sam had been gone. So when Sam thrust his hips, when his cock slid inside of Gunner all at once, all the way to the hilt, Gunner’s cry was all of pleasure, and he gave into the sensations rocketing through him without the slightest hesitation.

It was only then, when Sam was inside of him, when his cock was rubbing firmly over his prostate, that Gunner realized just how much he really had worked his boyfriend up. Sam was almost rough with him, his fingers clutching at Gunner’s shoulders until he wondered if he would bruise, and the satisfaction at that was almost as good as it was to be filled.

At this pace, they couldn’t last long. Both of them knew it, and Gunner, at least, wasn’t inclined to try. The lube made Sam move smoothly inside of him, and it was so easy, so effortless, to push his hips up and take Sam as deep inside himself as he could, letting the pleasure build as it so inevitably did.

“Sammy,” Gunner groaned again, his hips writhing under Sam’s assault, his body giving in completely to the demands of Sam’s. They kissed, a desperate clash of lips, clutching onto each other like their lives, their sanity, depended on it, rocking toward each other until even the sturdy bed was shaking and threatening to skitter across the floor.

“I love you,” Sam growled, and from the tightened muscles in his neck and jaw, the way his eyes darkened to a deeper, richer green, told Gunner everything he needed to know. Sam was close, and that was a damn good thing because so was Gunner.

“I love you, too, Sammy,” Gunner admitted, and he hissed when Sam snuck his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Gunner’s throbbing, desperate cock. That wasn’t fair, he was skirting the edge of pleasure as it was, but there was nothing that Gunner could do to stop it.

His body tensed, something letting go inside of him, his cum spilling all over Sam’s hand and his own stomach as they rocked furiously together. He felt the hot gush, that delicious sense of liquid fullness, and heard Sam’s desperate groans mingling with his own as they both surrendered to the inexorable pleasure.

For a moment, all they could do was pant and cling to each other, covered in sweat and fresh cum, grinning foolishly at each other. Slowly, though, that body rush faded, leaving only the lingering memory of itself, and Gunner lay back and pulled Sam into his arms, kissing his damp forehead.

“And that’s what you get for teasing me,” Sam spoke finally, his voice deeply contented with itself, and Gunner shook his head and laughed.

“If that was supposed to be a threat,” he murmured, stroking through Sam’s soft hair, “You sort of fail at threats.”

“Mmm,” Sam hummed, seemingly completely content as he nuzzled against Gunner’s chest, like he was trying to get closer to him, like he couldn’t get closer again. “Next time, I’m gonna be the one teasing you, and we’ll see how you like it.”

That threat, Gunner was sure, was real, but it didn’t exactly break his heart. He hugged Sam close, and whispered right into his ear, “I’m ready.”

And he was. Ready for everything that Sam offered, ready for family, stability, all of the things which he had never thought that he could have. But he had them, all in the person of this beautiful, bratty, impossibly smart man that he held in his arms.

He never intended to let go.

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