Page 27 of Waiting for a Prince (Island Tales #1)
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sam’s heartbeat raced. “You’re serious.”
Mark grinned. “Why not? It’s something neither of us have ever done before.”
Sam glanced along the shoreline. Granted, the nearest people were quite a distance from them, but still…
“Have you never wanted to fuck outside?”
Sam stared at him. “There’s fucking outside where no one can see you, and then there’s public sex—for which you can get arrested.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “I was walking along Whale Chine beach once, and there was a straight couple on a towel, going for it. And that was a damn sight more public than where we are right now.” He gave a sexy pout. “Aw, come on. I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Judging by Sam’s pounding heart, he wasn’t the only one.
He made one last attempt at practicality. “We don’t have condoms or lube.”
Mark grinned. “Oh yes we do. I packed them.”
Sam narrowed his gaze. “You planned this.”
Another eye roll. “Duh. Just think of it as another first—for both of us.” His eyes gleamed. “And don’t even think about telling me you’re not interested because that doesn’t lie.” He pointed at Sam’s crotch.
Sam’s dick jutted out, stiff as a flagpole.
He glanced at it. “Traitor.” Then he gave up. “How do you want me?”
“On all fours. You can face the car park, if you want to keep an eye out for anyone heading our way.”
Sam kissed him, a fervent locking of lips. “As long as you make it short and sweet. Not like last night.” Which seemed to have gone on for hours .
“Then stop wasting time talking and assume the position.”
Sam got on all fours, facing out to sea. He gasped when something cool was swiped over his hole. “What was that?”
“Wet wipe. In case of sand.”
There followed a familiar snick , and Sam stifled his moan when Mark eased a slick finger into him.
“I won’t need much prep, not after the shower fuck this morning.” He bowed his head when Mark added another finger. “OMG, that always feels so good.” He impaled himself on Mark’s fingers, keeping a watchful eye on the beach.
So far so good.
Mark removed his fingers, dug them into Sam’s hips, then slid into him with one long thrust.
“Oh God.” Sam tugged on his dick, pre-come dripping onto the towel.
“You feel so good on my cock,” Mark gasped.
Sam wasn’t sure whether it was the way Mark’s shaft nudged his prostate, or the fact Sam was so keyed up by the prospect of being caught, but whatever the reason, he lasted for precisely five thrusts of Mark’s cock before coming all over the beach towel with a hoarse cry, Mark succumbing to his own orgasm not long after Sam.
“We are so doing this again,” Mark groaned as he nuzzled Sam’s neck, his dick still throbbing inside Sam.
Sam chuckled. “Yes, we are.”
For as many times as we can manage without getting caught.
As far as Mark was concerned, the last two days had been a slice of heaven. Walking with Sam, soaking up the last of the sun’s warmth while they could because Autumn was surely hovering around the corner. Dinner at a pub on Shanklin esplanade, watching the sun set.
Those were the Safe For Work events. The rest of the two days had been spent making love.
Slow, sweet lovemaking that lasted well into the early hours of Monday.
A lightning-quick fuck in the shower that had Mark convinced his neighbours were about to bang on the walls—Mark had been a little loud in his enjoyment of Sam’s body, and their orgasms had been nothing short of explosive.
And as for what happened on Yaverland beach…
What he liked most?
Their connection.
It just gets better and better.
Sam lay beside him in bed, peering at his phone.
“What day is it?” Mark quipped.
Sam chuckled. “Is that what sex does to you? Scrambles your brains?”
Mark sighed happily. “It feels like we’ve spent days in bed.” His brain knew it was only two days, but it felt longer. Monday night had arrived, and with it the gloomy prospect of going back to work the next morning. “Can’t we just stay here?” He gave a playful whine.
Sam rolled on top of him, the sheet riding low over the globes of his arse. He kissed Mark deeply, his hips starting to roll. Mark let out a low moan as he reached down to cup Sam’s cheeks, pulling him tight, their dicks rubbing against each other, both men getting harder by the second.
“Want you inside me,” Sam whispered.
Mark’s breath hitched. God, yes . So far, Sam had bottomed each time they’d made love—and it had been making love, so far removed from Mark’s previous experiences that there was no comparison—and had seemed very content for it to remain that way.
But for the first time since he was seventeen, Mark contemplated bottoming.
That was down to Sam, the expressions he made when Mark’s cock was buried inside him, the noises that poured out of him, the enthusiastic way he rode Mark’s dick, unable to keep quiet…
He hadn’t said a word to Sam about his thoughts.
We have far more pressing matters to discuss .
“My God, you’re insatiable.” He let out a contented sigh when Sam giggled.
Mark had always known falling for his best friend in the space of two months was going to be one-sided. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected his feelings to be reciprocated. Discovering Sam loved him was a moment of sheer joy.
But Mark also lived in the real world, and he knew reality was about to intrude, bringing pain into Sam’s life, and thereby, his life also. Sam had said nothing, but Mark knew him well enough to see those moments when the thought of what was coming right at them was clearly on Sam’s mind.
Sam rocked against him, the slow rolling of his hips by now a tell-tale sign that Sam wanted to make love, but Mark knew he couldn’t put off the moment any longer.
He cupped Sam’s cheek. “Are you going to tell your dad before Rebecca does?”
Sam stilled on top of him, his body stiffening as he buried his face in Mark’s neck. Instinctively, Mark wrapped his arms around Sam, holding him close. He could feel Sam’s heart pounding strongly.
“You think I should, don’t you?” Sam whispered near his ear.
Mark held onto Sam as he rolled him onto his side, the two men facing each other on the bed. Sam’s eyes were dull, his joyful mood evaporated.
Mark kicked himself mentally for putting that look on Sam’s face, but he knew they needed to address the issue sooner rather than later.
“Baby, it’s up to you. I would never dream of telling you what you should do.
” Mark swallowed. “But maybe it’s something he needs to hear from his son, rather than from that evil bitch.
And once you tell him, no matter what his reaction, her hold over you is lost.” He stroked the hair out of Sam’s eyes, hating the pain he saw reflected there.
Sam shuddered out a long, shaky breath. “I know you’re right, of course. Doesn’t mean to say that makes it any easier.”
Mark kissed him, letting his lips linger, loving how Sam melted right into it.
As he pulled away, he met Sam’s gaze. “But I’ll give you something else to think about, something much more pleasant.
” Sam cocked his head, and Mark couldn’t resist. He kissed Sam on the lips, then sighed.
“Whatever he says, whatever happens, good or bad—I don’t want to be apart from you a moment longer than I have to.
” Mark took a deep breath. “Live with me, Sam. Either here, your place in Sandown, or somewhere completely different—I don’t care where, I just want you with me.
” Sam’s eyes were suddenly so large that Mark had a fluttery feeling in his stomach.
He forged ahead. “I know it might seem too soon, after the relatively short time that we’ve?—”
All the breath was stolen from his body as Sam kissed him.
Mark sank into the kiss as Sam pressed up against him, their arms entwining around each other, Sam’s leg hooking around him to pull him in still tighter. When at last Sam broke the kiss, breathless and bright-eyed, Mark could only stare at him in wonder.
“Yes.” That was all the response Mark got. Sam’s cheeks were flushed, and Mark was shocked to see the glimmer of tears on his cheeks. But the huge smile on Sam’s face sent waves of warmth radiating throughout Mark’s body.
“Yes?” Mark had never felt so alive as in that one glorious moment.
Sam said yes .
Sam nodded, his eyes never leaving Mark. “If I have you by my side, I can face anything the world cares to throw at me.” His expression grew more sober. “And if the worst comes to the worst? We’ll deal with it—together.”
Mark could live with that. Hell, yes.