Page 26 of Waiting for a Prince (Island Tales #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sam climbed the stairs to Mark’s flat, his heartbeat still racing. It had been that way ever since they’d got into the car at Shanklin.

Why am I in such a state? I’m not a virgin, for God’s sake.

Technically, that was true. But the few blowjobs he’d given and received had only made him wonder how it would feel, if it would hurt.

If Rebecca could see me now, she’d probably be laughing her arse off.

But that was the kind of person she was.

Mark will make it good for me.

Sam knew that with every nerve, cell, and fibre.

Mark unlocked the door, pushed it open, and they went inside.

“You’re way too quiet,” he remarked as Sam wandered into the living room.

Sam bit back a smile. “I’m thinking too much.” Then he recalled what has also been on his mind all the way to Ryde. “Can I take a shower?”

Mark shifted closer, and Sam’s heart thudded like a bass drum. He cupped Sam’s cheek. “You know where everything is. Don’t take too long, because I want it next.”

“I need to wash the sand off.”

Mark chuckled. “What you mean is, you want to be squeaky clean everywhere. Good thinking. I had the same idea.” He leaned in, and Sam melted a little when Mark claimed his lips in a long kiss. Mark let out another chuckle. “I swear, I need a box when you’re around. Why did you have to be so tall?”

“A question I’ve asked myself most of my life.” Then the breath stuttered in Sam’s throat when Mark slid his hand lower to brush the back of his fingertips over Sam’s bulge.

“At least you’re in proportion.”

Shivers trickled down Sam’s spine. “I’ll be right back.”

This could end up being the longest shower I’ve ever taken.

Mark came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him, and harder than he’d ever been in his life. He was about to push open the bedroom door when he remembered he’d left the bag containing the condoms on the living room table.

Except it wasn’t there.

He had to smile. Great minds think alike, right? He paused at the door to the bedroom.

It would be Sam’s first time. Would Sam expect to top? Would he be prepared to bottom? Mark’s anticipation faltered as his breathing accelerated. He only knew he had to make it good for Sam. Memories of Mark’s own first time assaulted him and he was determined to give Sam a much better experience.

He opened the door and stopped dead at the sight of Sam in bed, the dark swirl of his tattoos disappearing beneath the white sheet.

The tented white sheet. The moving tented white sheet.

Sam stared at him, his cheeks flushed. “I think you’ve woken it up and it won’t go back to sleep.”

Then Mark caught his breath when Sam pushed the sheet lower to reveal his hard cock, pointing at the ceiling, Sam playing lazily with it, tugging at it, squeezing it, pre-come glistening at the slit.

Mark managed a throaty chuckle. “You keep doing that, and it’ll never go back to sleep.” The sight of that flushed dick, long and thick, made Mark’s hole clench. Okay, so Mark didn’t bottom—but for once he ached to know how that would feel as it slid into his arse and nudged his prostate.

He shoved the thought aside. Right then there was a cock pleading for Mark to pay it some attention.

He dropped the towel to the floor, and Sam’s breathing hitched.

“Something else is awake too.”

Mark climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Sam, and leaned in to kiss him, conscious of wanting to take his time. Sam’s soft moan told him his instincts were on the money.

Sam’s lips were a siren call Mark couldn’t ignore.

They lay in the middle of the bed, stroking, kissing, while sunlight spilled into the room, making their bare flesh glow. Sam seemed to be studiously avoiding Mark’s dick, a situation Mark understood completely.

He’s shy too.

Mark wrapped his fingers around Sam’s slender wrist and guided his hand to Mark’s cock. Sam’s eyes opened wide as he wrapped his hand around Mark’s swollen shaft. A heartbeat later, he gave it a gentle tug.

“Yeah, just like that,” Mark whispered.

Sam swallowed, then shifted down the bed, lying at a right angle to Mark. He held Mark’s cock around the base, and Mark let out a moan when Sam pressed his lips to the slit in a sweet kiss before taking the head into his mouth.

Mark let out an honest-to-God whimper to feel hot, wet heat surrounding his dick, and he resisted the urge to thrust, letting Sam take control, his head bobbing furiously as he sucked Mark deeper.

“Oh my God, you’re good at this,” Mark gasped out as Sam worked his cock, establishing a steady rhythm which was driving Mark out of his mind.

He heard what was undoubtedly a chuckle which vibrated around his dick—and then Sam sped up.

Mark looked down at his lover as he hungrily sucked Mark’s dick, and then his gaze travelled along the lovely line of Sam’s spine to his arse, to where two rounded globes lay in wait for him.

Not yet. Patience.

“My turn,” he murmured. Sam pulled free of his cock, and Mark pointed to the pillows. “Put your head here.”

Sam lay on his back, his chest rising and falling.

“Now spread for me.”

The words were enough to send a spike of anticipation through him.

Sam spread his legs wide, and Mark lay between them. He made sure Sam was looking at him before he licked from root to tip, tugging on Sam’s balls, giving them a soft squeeze. His own dick was leaking pre-come, but Mark ignored it.

This was all about Sam.

Mark kept up his sensual onslaught until Sam writhed on the bed, his moans and whimpers a constant accompaniment. Then he knelt up, tugging at his cock which was leaking pre-come.

“I want you to grab hold of your legs and pull them back.” The breath caught in his throat as Sam obeyed him without hesitation, revealing his tight pucker. Mark stretched out on his belly between Sam’s spread thighs, pulled his arse cheeks apart, and boldly licked over his hole.

Sam shuddered. “Oh fuck, Mark… Always wondered how that would feel.”

Mark raised his head. “And?”

Sam gave him a mock glare. “Did I say you could stop?” Then he gasped as Mark did it again and again.

Mark worked his hole, kissing, probing, feeling it loosen a little before he pressed his tongue into it, and Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh God, that’s—” His words died as Mark licked around the rim and slid a finger into him at the same time.

“M-more,” he moaned softly. Shivers coursed through him as Mark lost himself in his task: he wanted Sam to be begging for his cock.

And getting Sam there was going to be fun.

Mark loved rimming, but it was a delight he rarely enjoyed: Brief hook-ups in club bathrooms didn’t often allow for indulging in that delight, and now Mark had Sam exactly where he wanted him, he was going to take his time.

And he could do this all day .

Sam’s heart hammered when Mark reached for the bottle of lube, and he couldn’t control his shudders as Mark squeezed some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers.

He managed a chuckle. “Why am I thinking of Star Trek right now?”

Mark grinned. “That’s easy. Because I’m about to go where no man has gone before.” He pushed a single finger into Sam’s hole, and Sam moaned. “We do this until you’re ready for more, okay?”

Sam nodded, another shudder trickling through him.

“Do you have any idea what you look like?” Mark moved in and out of him, slow and steady. “Watching your body swallow my finger, your hole clinging to it…”

“Next time, have your phone handy. I want to see what you see.”

Mark’s eyes sparkled. “I like that idea.” He added another finger, and Sam widened his eyes.

“What did you just do?”

“I found your prostate.” Mark moved his fingers, and Sam pushed his head back into the pillows, unable to control the shivers that seemed to be multiplying.

That little knot inside him had Sam on the verge of coming.

He was shaking, his thighs trembling as he succumbed to Mark’s eager ministrations.

When Mark shifted to lie at Sam’s side, his fingers deep in Sam’s hole, their lips fused in kiss after kiss, Sam couldn’t remain still.

Mark broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. “Are you ready?”

Sam locked gazes with him, his body rippling with anticipation. “Ready.”

Mark rolled onto his back, then reached toward the bedside cabinet for a condom. “I’ll let you do the honours.” He handed it to Sam, who tore open the foil wrapper.

“Is there a wrong way to put one of these on?”

“See the tip? Pinch that, then roll the latex down the shaft. Then add lube. Make it nice and slick.”

Sam took his time, and once he’d smeared lube over Mark’s gloved shaft, he added a little more for good measure.

“Now straddle me. You’re going to ride me. It’s the easiest way the first time.”

Sam sat astride Mark’s hips, his heart pounding.

“Reach back and guide me in. You get to do all the work right now.”

He reached around, grabbed Mark’s rigid cock, and pressed the swollen head against his hole.

“I want you to relax. Breathe. It will make this much easier.”

Sam nodded.

Breathe. Good advice.

“Sit back on it. As slow as you like.” Mark curled his fingers around Sam’s dick, pulling it gently. He smiled. “Call it a distraction.” Then he stilled. “You’ve got a dildo, haven’t you?”

Sam bit his lip. “This feels nothing like a dildo.” Then he smiled. “It’s way better.” He sank down onto Mark’s cock, edging lower until at last Mark was buried inside him, and Sam was full .

Mark shivered. “Fuck, so tight. So warm.” He didn’t move, his focus on Sam’s face.

Sam took deep breaths, conscious of being stretched. After a minute, he started to move, slowly at first, a gentle rise and fall, his hips rolling, and each time Mark filled him, nerve endings sparked into life.

“Is this okay?”

Sam smiled, his palms flat on Mark’s chest. “More than okay.”

“Not that I needed to ask. Your body is talking louder than words ever could.”

Sam leaned over until their faces were barely an inch apart. “And what is it saying now?”

Mark cradled his nape and kissed him. “That you love me.” Their foreheads touched, and Sam rocked his lower body back and forth, loving the gasps and moans that tumbled from Mark’s lips. Then Sam kissed him, picking up a little speed, undulating his hips.

“Fuck.” Mark’s soft exhale was music to his ears.

Sam grabbed hold of the headboard with one hand, and moved a little faster, his breathing ragged, matching Mark’s. Then he gripped the headboard with both hands and let go, building speed, his hips rolling, both of them breathing erratically, Sam’s body on fire.

“I… I don’t want to come yet,” he blurted.

“Then lie down.” Mark waited as Sam knelt up, Mark’s dick easing out of him. A heartbeat later, Sam’s calf rested on Mark’s shoulder, and Mark was back inside him, his thrusts measured, his hand around Sam’s cock, tugging on it, keeping time with each slide of Mark’s shaft.

Sam caught his breath. “Go deeper.”

Mark nodded. He grabbed Sam’s thighs and spread him wide, lying between them as he filled Sam again and again, their lips meeting in kisses that grew in urgency.

“Oh God, Mark.” Shivers rippled through Sam. “It feels so good.” Mark let out a low moan as he thrust slowly into Sam until his cock was buried up to the hilt, their bodies pressed together. “Mark, please…. more.”

Mark rolled his hips fluidly as he thrust into him repeatedly, Sam no longer able to lie passively but pushing upward to meet Mark’s thrusts.

“You’re so tight around my cock. You feel amazing,” Mark murmured as he drove deeply into Sam, who brought his legs up to wrap them around Mark’s waist, gripping him tightly as Mark slid into him, the head of his cock nudging Sam’s gland almost continually.

“Mark, I’m not going to last much longer.”

Mark leaned down and kissed him, sliding smoothly into him, his hand working Sam’s cock continually.

“It’s okay, babe. Let go. Come.” Mark pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside.

His eyes glittered. “We’re going to do this again,”—he thrust forcefully into Sam, causing him to cry out—“and again,”—another thrust until he was balls-deep inside Sam—“and again.”

Sam cried out as his cock erupted into Mark’s hand, and Mark groaned.

“Oh fuck, you’re making me come.” He shuddered through his orgasm, lowering his head to Sam’s shoulder, his hands stroking over Sam’s damp chest.

Sam let his legs fall back to the bed, his breathing still ragged as he came down from his climax, reaching for Mark to pull him close, their lips meeting in languid kisses which seemed to go on and on, Mark’s cock still deep inside him.

“Love you.” Sam wrapped arms and legs around Mark once more, locking him into a fierce embrace, exchanging kisses that were so sublime as to almost take his breath away.

“Love you too.” Mark kissed his forehead. He buried his face in Sam’s neck. “Can we stay like this, please?”

Sam chuckled. “For a little while.”

Cleaning up could wait. He wanted to make this moment last.