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Authors: Taylor V. Donovan
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in first, and damned if it wasn’t absolutely breathtaking. Shiny
hardwood floors led to an oceanfront master suite.
Dropping his bags, Mac walked straight to the French doors
that lead to a veranda facing the ocean and opened them. He
took several seconds to enjoy the warm, gentle breeze before
walking back inside.
“You mind if I leave these doors open?” he asked Sam, who
was standing in the middle of the room looking like a deer caught
in the headlights. “What’s wrong?”
Sam didn’t answer. He just dropped his bags on the floor and
looked around, prompting Mac to do the same.
Shit.
The yellowish walls and elegant furnishing gave the room a
serene atmosphere that made it feel like a tropical spa, but the
beautiful sunken tub in the corner with its marble tiles and lit
candles around the edges that overlooked the French doors and
the room terrace gave it a sultry touch.
Mac figured the huge, hand carved four posted bed with
white gauzy curtains shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. It was
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gigantic and it nearly filled the entire wall opposite the French
doors. It looked comfortable enough, but it had—were those
rose petals scattered all over it?
And there were more lit candles placed on the nightstands.
And strawberries.
And champagne.
Even a guy who didn’t have any experience with such things,
like say, himself, would recognize the whole setting as utterly
romantic. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Mac had been expecting,
but that didn’t stop him from loving it.
He took a deep breath and approached Sam from behind.
He didn’t notice. He was too busy staring at the rose petals and
shaking his head and most likely well on his way to throwing a fit.
Obviously, he hadn’t had a clue what kind of a room they’d be
getting. Which begged the question—who the hell did Mac have
to thank for it? Then he remembered the sexy guy had planned
on vacationing with his friend.
Was this the room where Sam had originally been going to
stay with another man? Was he another fuck buddy? Was the guy
fixing to become one?
The red haze that clouded Mac’s vision almost knocked him
on his ass. He knew it was against their rules, but there was no
controlling the violence that got a hold of him whenever he
thought about Sam with another man.
Or a woman. Because like a moron, he’d gone and developed
a totally unrequited crush on a bisexual guy and damned if that
didn’t double up the competition. Fucking great.
But at the moment his main concern was to make sure Sam
didn’t freak out on him. He was not letting him pull away just
because he couldn’t handle the room’s decor, even if Mac was
torn between wanting and fear himself.
He wrapped his arms across Sam’s wide chest and, ignoring
how tightly wound he was, rested his chin on that precise spot
between neck and shoulder that he knew his lover liked.
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“This is paradise,” he whispered, purposely breathing into
Sam’s ear and smiling a little when he felt a small shiver in
response. “You’re a god for inviting me, darlin’.”
He pressed his hard-on against his guy’s ass and kissed him
softly on the neck, enjoying his unique smell. It was warm and
earthy and it drove Mac crazy. The cologne Sam wore was nice,
but he very much preferred his guy’s natural scent.
Sam inhaled, and little by little his body relaxed until he was
pretty much letting Mac support his weight.
“Thank you.”
What he was thanking Sam for he didn’t know. The vacation,
not saying the room didn’t mean a thing, not turning the moment
into a power struggle between them, whatever the reason, it
didn’t matter right now.
He tightened his hug and bit the curve of Sam’s neck, willing
the guy to stop thinking and submit to the incredible sexual
awareness always present between them. For a moment he feared
his gesture was about to backfire, as Sam tensed up again, but
then he turned to face Mac and grabbed his head with his strong
hands.
“What’s say me and you see how many of those petals we can
fuck off the bed?”
Mac had two seconds of surprise before Sam pulled him
closer and claimed his mouth one more time. All thoughts flew
out of his head. Sam was in his arms, rubbing himself all over
Mac. Their tongues dueled in a frenzy of lust and need and their
hands undressed each other, and that was all he needed for the
time being.
The moment they were down to their boxer briefs Sam
broke their kiss and pushed him towards the bed, giving Mac the
opportunity to visually enjoy the body he wished he could have
every damn day of the week.
He couldn’t get enough of this man’s face, of his thickly
lashed blue eyes full of so much heat Mac felt he was being set on
fire from the inside out. Or those full lips that alternated between
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ravishing his body and making his heart flutter whenever Sam
smiled at him.
Mac lay on the bed and immediately reached for Sam. His guy
leaned in and pecked him on the lips instead. He felt the air leave
his lungs in a rush.
Sexy, horny Sam he knew how to handle. Tender Sam, even
if the sexy guy was oblivious to how sweet and cute he could
sometimes be, not so much.
“Gotta get the supplies, Tex.” Sam stopped Mac’s attempt to
grab his hard prick, but arched his neck to give better access to
Mac’s wandering tongue. “I’ll be a few seconds.”
“You got three,” Mac growled, getting rid of his boxers and
scooting back up on the bed while he watched Sam grab his bag
and get what they needed from it.
The moment he saw him turn around Mac grabbed his dick
and spread his legs, stroking himself while his other hand twisted
one of his own nipples between thumb and forefinger. He
wanted Sam to take a good look at what he was about to get…
what he could have as many times as he wanted if only he’d
reconsider his stupid rules.
“Jesus…fucking Christ.” Sam’s hands clutched the lube
and the box of condoms. His cheeks were flushed; he almost
choked on his own tongue at the sight. “Do you have any idea
how goddamn hot you look right now?” He approached the bed
slowly, taking his sweet time to peruse Mac’s body from head to
toes, making him even harder in the process.
“Boxers,” Mac barked. “Get naked…now!”
“Impatient much?”
“You fuckin’ me or not? I want you to fuck me, Sam. Any
second now would be great.”
“That’s good that you want it this bad.” Mac felt that blue-
eyed gaze slide up and down his body. “Because I can’t wait to
give you my cock…as deep and hard as you can take it.”
“Fuck, darlin’…” Mac tightened his grip on his cock and
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lifted his hips. Had he ever been harder in his life?
“You’re fucking stunning, did you know that?” Sam said
softly. “Smell like heaven, too. Your body is absolutely amazing.”
He threw the supplies on the bed next to Mac’s hip and slid his
own boxers down in one swift move. “And your pucker is sheer
beauty.”
“God, baby,” Mac whimpered, incapable of remaining silent
and nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.
He had trouble getting past the lump in his throat, but he had
to say something. He had to shake off the emotions Sam infused
in him and not let himself forget sex was what they were about.
Forcing a chuckle, he spread his thighs wider still and licked
his lips. “You ain’t gonna start sproutin’ poetry now, are you,
darlin’?”
Sam glared at him, and Mac winked to let him know he was
kidding. Sure enough, the sexy guy relaxed and put his hands on
Mac’s knees, his eyes darting between Mac’s dick and his hard
nipples.
“Maybe a limerick or two. There once was a man from
Nantucket, whose cock was so long he could suck it…” Mac’s
shoulders shook in silent laughter. Christ. He never knew what
to expect from the guy. “He said with a grin, as he wiped off his
chin…” Sam lowered his head and caught Mac’s leaking precum
with the tip of his tongue. “If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.”
“Oh my God…” They both laughed for a few seconds.
“You’re somethin’ else, I gotta give you that.”
“And you look so good,” Sam whispered, the teasing tone
replaced by raw, animal need.
“Good enough to fuck?” Mac suggested.
“Good enough to eat.” Sam placed himself between Mac’s
legs and shoved his tongue in his hole.
“Oh God… Fuck…”
Mac could barely breathe; the intimate laps and licks robbed
him of any coherent thought. But before it was too late and he
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came all over his stomach, he pulled Sam from between his legs.
“I ain’t gonna last long,” he rushed to explain, as Sam didn’t
like to be denied or interrupted once he’d gotten down to
business. He caressed Sam’s arm, from his tribal band tattoo to
his long fingers and back. “Lie on top of me? I wanna have you
in my mouth when we come.”
“You mean… at the same time?”
Sam studied him quietly for a few seconds. Sixty-nine was a
position they had yet to try; one that was more intimate than the
various lewd sexual activities they’d engaged in so far. To Mac it
felt more wanton, something he would only do with someone he
completely trusted, so he understood why Sam would hesitate.
The man probably felt the same way.
But he went for it. Thank fuck.
“Okay…”
Sam straddled him, giving Mac a perfect view of a luscious,
firm ass, a strong back full of lean muscles, and easy access to
his engorged prick, heavy balls, and that tight asshole Mac was
hoping to breach soon. He kissed Sam’s tailbone and looked up
when he felt the bright blue eyes on him.
“Is this what you wanted?” Sam’s voice was shaking a little
due to either excitement or vulnerability now that his body was
completely exposed.
“Almost.”
He put one of his hands in the middle of Sam’s back and
pushed him forward softly until he felt warm breath lingering
over his painfully hard cock. He was about to close his eyes in
anticipation when the black scrolling down Sam’s spine caught
his attention.
That was the one piece of art on the guy’s body he got to see
the least. Done in a small and fancy black font that was outlined
in purple, “Honor has not to be won, it must only not be lost”
accentuated his strong back.
Out of them all, that tattoo was perhaps the one that gave
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more insight into his personality… and the one that made Mac
re-think what he was doing.
There was so much shit going on in his life that Sam didn’t
know about. Granted the guy had made it clear he wasn’t
interested in any of it, and knowing probably wouldn’t make a
difference in the arrangement between them, but Mac still felt he
needed to tell him.
He wanted to do the honorable thing and be completely
honest about everything, because he knew from talking to his
guy how little tolerance he had for lies, regardless of how small
they were. Mac could only assume the same extended to lies by
omission and he didn’t want to be guilty of that, even if there
was a completely reasonable explanation for his keeping certain
things from Sam.
The kneading in his balls and increasingly strong sucking on
his cock had his legs trembling and his chest heaving. Not willing
to let his dilemma ruin their time together, he put his hands on his
guy’s strong thighs and wrapped his lips around Sam’s bulbous,
slippery head, concentrating on giving him as much pleasure as
Mac was receiving, but he promised himself he would talk to his
guy.
Soon.
He knew they wouldn’t last long, not when he had his legs
bent up and Sam between them, deep-throating him to fucking
oblivion, and his own mouth full of his guy’s thick cock. Lifting
his head, he spread Sam’s firm butt cheeks and traced first the
crease and then the hole with his tongue, moaning into it when
he felt the other man’s warm precum smeared on his chest.
Dying to swallow everything he had to give, Mac captured the
thick cock again, slowly licking around the throbbing head and
dipping his tongue into the weeping slit before he got to work on
that suction-tongue twirl combination that he knew never failed
to make Sam erupt like a volcano.
In what Mac could only think of as an attempt to last a
little longer, Sam refused to fuck his mouth. His bobbing head
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pumped Mac’s cock and his index finger circled his entrance, but
the rest of Sam’s body was poised motionless over his.
Mac intensified his efforts, set on making them come at the