Page 31 of Waiting for a Prince (Island Tales #1)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

No sooner had the words left his lips than Sam got to his feet and held out a hand.

“Bedroom.”

“We can do it here, you know,” Mark quipped. “Guys have been known to have sex on a couch.” His heart went into overdrive at the thought of Sam’s dick sliding into him.

Sam shook his head. “Forget about what happened when you were seventeen. As far as we’re concerned, this is your first time, and that means we do it in a bed.”

Mark lurched to his feet and locked his arms around Sam’s neck. “In case I haven’t told you lately, Sam Prince, you are a beautiful man—inside and out.”

Sam wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling him tight against Sam’s body. Mark let out a low moan.

Sam was as hard as a rock.

“Bedroom,” Sam repeated, taking Mark’s hand once more and leading him out of the living room.

Mark was suddenly very glad he’d taken a shower as soon as he got home. And now he understood why Sam’s initial hug had come with the scent of grapefruit body wash.

They stood beside the bed, and Sam began to undress Mark slowly, taking his time.

Mark punctuated each item’s removal with a soft kiss, his arousal increasing with every glide of Sam’s hands over his bared skin.

He reciprocated by taking Sam’s clothes off, piece by piece, until at last both stood nude, facing each other.

Mark stroked Sam’s chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, following them down to where they swirled around the base of Sam’s rigid dick. Mark held the hard shaft in his hand, testing its weight, imagining the wide, thick head nudging his gland.

That last thought sent shivers of anticipation dancing up and down his spine.

“Are you sure this thing will fit?”

Sam chuckled. “Why don’t we find out?” He pulled back the sheets and climbed onto the bed, then lay on his back and held out his arms. “Come here.”

Mark got onto the bed and crawled across to where Sam lay.

He straddled Sam’s hips and leaned down to kiss him, his tongue demanding entrance.

Sam opened for him with a low moan as he ran his fingers through Mark’s hair, and then slid his hand down Mark’s back, the movement raising goosebumps over Mark’s skin.

Mark shifted position to slide his cock against Sam’s, starting slowly but moving more insistently as small gasps escaped Sam’s lips.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

Mark rolled his hips, keeping the movement sensual. “Saw this once in a porn video. The actors spent the whole scene frotting, until they both came.”

It had been one of the most erotic scenes he’d ever encountered.

“Frotting?”

Mark smiled. He rocked, and their dicks rubbed together, both of them hard. “This is frotting.”

Sam shuddered. “Shouldn’t I be doing this?”

Mark chuckled against Sam’s neck. “Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no.”

He shifted further down the bed and kissed Sam’s shaft, then laid a trail of kisses up Sam’s torso, pausing to flick Sam’s taut nipples with his tongue. The silvery bars through them glittered in the lamplight.

Sam writhed. “Mark… You’re making me so hard.”

He kissed Sam on the mouth, rolling his hips again, a slow undulation.

“All the better for you to fuck me.” He chuckled.

“So which of us is the big bad wolf?” He picked up speed, and Sam raked his nails down Mark’s back, heading to his arse where he squeezed Mark’s cheeks, he and Mark moving together.

“Keep that up, and this’ll be over really fast.”

Mark stopped. “We can’t have that.” He yanked open the drawer in the bedside table and removed the condoms and the bottle of lube. He handed them to Sam. “How do you want me?”

“Hey, it’s your hole, your choice.” Sam left the items on the pillow.

That was a no-brainer.

“I want to see your face when you’re inside me.”

Sam’s breathing hitched. “Come here.”

Mark slid across the bed into his waiting arms, and Sam held him close, kissing him softly, the kisses growing in intensity.

“On your back,” Sam whispered.

Mark propped his head up on the pillows, his chest rising and falling as Sam nuzzled his neck.

Then Sam moved his hand lower, stroking Mark’s cock, pulling on it, smearing pre-come over the head.

In a move that had Mark catching his breath, Sam grabbed his leg and lifted it until Mark’s knee was almost resting against Sam’s shoulder.

Sam cupped Mark’s balls, rolling them around, before dragging a finger over his sac, moving lower to Mark’s crease.

He heard the snick of the bottle and then let out a low gasp as Sam slowly slid a finger into him. Mark rolled his head back, but Sam held him close as he pushed all the way in.

“Oh my God.” Sam’s eyes widened. “You’re so tight…”

“Crook your finger,” Mark blurted. “See if you can feel my?—”

Sam claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, and Mark fed him a groan when Sam found his prostate. “Fuck, that’s it,” he murmured against Sam’s lips.

Sam kissed him again, his tongue going deep, in sync with his finger. It wasn’t long before Mark was pushing down, chasing the sensation. He moaned when Sam slid a second finger into his hole, kissing him with even more fervour, robbing him of speech.

It was more than Mark’s first time bottoming for Sam.

It was the first time someone had unravelled him.

He whimpered as Sam finger-fucked him, as expertly as if he’d been doing it for years. At this rate, once Sam finally slid into him, Mark wouldn’t last long.

“Please, babe, I need you.”

Something in his tone must have communicated the urgency of his request. Sam pulled free, then opened the foil square with trembling fingers.

Mark watched him roll the latex carefully down over his shaft and for one brief moment he considered how it would feel to have Sam bare inside him. He pushed the thought aside.

Time enough for discussions about testing later.

Sam pulled Mark back into his previous position and held his cock stiffly against Mark’s hole.

Mark could feel its heat, the head pressing lightly against his entrance.

He reached down and placing his hand over Sam’s, he guided Sam’s cock into his body.

Sam groaned loudly as he inched his way into Mark’s tight passage.

Mark held his breath, trying not to tense up as the thick length eased slowly into him, until finally Sam was seated all the way inside him, his fingers digging into Sam’s shoulders.

Fuck . Mark felt every inch of him.

“Are you okay?”

Mark loved the note of concern. The visible effort of holding back was there on Sam’s face, yet he was waiting, making sure Mark was all right.

Mark nodded. “Give me a minute?”

Sam’s lips claimed his, and Mark lost himself in a lingering kiss, Sam’s hand curled around Mark’s dick, gently tugging it.

He cupped Sam’s nape. “Okay. Now you can move.”

Sam’s gaze never left his face as he rolled his hips and began to thrust into him, the motion smooth and unhurried. He buried his face in Mark’s neck.

“It feels so good inside you,” he murmured. “Like you’re pulling me into you, as deep as I can go.” His lips grazed the skin below Mark’s ear, and goosebumps broke out everywhere.

It was nothing like the first time, and the difference was Sam.

He slid his hands under Mark’s shoulders, anchoring himself, his thrusts increasing in speed. With a groan Mark surrendered to the sensations which were exploding within him. A feeling of being so solidly connected to Sam that it took his breath away.

“Love the way you make me feel,” Mark gasped out as Sam drove his dick all the way home.

His eyes rolled back into his head as Sam’s cock grazed his spot, sending shudders throughout his body, spreading outward like ripples in a pond.

Sam trembled as he picked up more speed, the movement of his hips more erratic as he plunged deeper into Mark.

“Oh Mark, so good.” Sam gazed down at him, eyes wide, mouth open, his breath coming in short bursts as he buried his dick up to the hilt in Mark’s hole. He grabbed hold of Mark and rolled onto his back, Mark straddling his hips.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Mark rode Sam’s thick cock, his body undulating as he took Sam fully into him over and over again.

Harsh cries tumbled from Sam’s lips as he pushed up with his hips, fucking up into Mark with increasing speed.

Mark pressed his hands on Sam’s chest and began to fuck himself on the rigid length that filled him completely.

His dick pointed skyward, and he wrapped his hand around it, tugging it.

Not that he needed to make himself come like that.

Sam was bringing him perilously close—Mark was going to come on his cock.

“God, Sam… never…. never felt…” Words failed him.

He watched the rising tide of red that covered Sam’s chest, and he reached back to cup Sam’s balls.

Sam groaned, the sound low and urgent, and Mark knew he was close.

He bent low and seized Sam’s mouth in a hungry kiss, moaning as Sam’s hips speeded up.

All too soon Mark felt his orgasm approach.

He broke free with a gasp. “Going to come soon.” Fuck, he was so close.

Sam reached for Mark’s cock and grasped it firmly. His eyes locked onto Mark’s. “Want us to come together.” He thrust up into Mark, keeping time with his hand as it worked the shaft.

Mark cried out as Sam hammered into him. “Oh God, yes.” He couldn’t look away from those expressive blue eyes. So much emotion there. “Make me come, baby.” Beneath him Sam arched up into him, mouth wide in a hoarse cry, and suddenly Mark could feel the slow throb of his cock inside him as Sam came.

“Yes!”

Mark froze as his dick pulsed, long threads of white which coated Sam’s chest, reaching as far as his chin.

Mark shook as he gave himself over to his orgasm, letting it roll over him in a relentless tide.

He dropped his head down to Sam’s shoulder and kissed the warm skin of Sam’s neck, before moving upward to meet that beautiful mouth.

Sam responded to his kisses with a feverish intensity as his body jolted through the last of his climax. Mark could feel the tremors that shook him, and he covered Sam with his body, holding him close as they rode out the aftershocks together, Sam’s cock still buried inside him.

“Love you,” Sam gasped out, his arms coming up to wrap around Mark, clutching at his back.

Mark kissed Sam’s lips, cheeks, forehead, a carpet of kisses that didn’t come close to sharing the enormity of what Mark was going through.

He whimpered as Sam’s softened dick slipped from his body.

Sam’s answering low cry was an echo of his own.

Sam pulled the condom from him carefully, tied it and dropped it to the floor, before grabbing Mark in a tight embrace. “That was incredible.” He stroked Mark’s face with his fingertips.

When Mark found his voice, he whispered, “I loved it. Having you make love to me was….” He smiled. “I’m sorry. You were right after all. Sex scrambles my brain. Except that was phenomenal sex.” Sam’s blush was adorable. “And we will be doing that again.”

“We don’t have to.” Sam looked at him through his eyelashes. “I mean, if you’re happy to top, I’m more than happy to bottom.” His cheeks heated up. “I love having you inside me.”

Mark cupped his chin. “Me too. But you just opened a new door for me. I never knew it could feel so good.” He kissed Sam tenderly on the lips and snuggled closer. “Thank you.”

The soft glow in Sam’s eyes said so much. The whispered words that followed said it all.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Mark relished the lassitude which spread through him, a feeling he’d never encountered. It had been more than sex. He couldn’t explain it. Words simply weren’t enough. He wrapped his arms around Sam and let himself be lulled by the hypnotic sound of Sam’s breathing.

Mark held him close, enjoying the moment. The real world lay beyond his front door, but there was plenty of time to make plans.

Later.

Right now he could only think of a lifetime stretched out before him of days and nights with the beautiful man in his arms. He wondered if that would be enough time to show Sam just how much he loved him.

Probably not.