Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I shook my head. "Last I saw, he and Jamie were in deep discussion about Spider-Man versus Spinosaurus. They were trying to come up with a new superhero called Spider-Saurus. I'm not sure if that entailed Spider-Man being bitten by a radioactive dinosaur or a dinosaur being bitten by a radioactive Spider-Man—"
"Shut up," Sam barked and then he was shoving me back against the shed door. I would've laughed, but he chose that moment to drop to his knees and rip my pants open. "Commando, thank God," he said. My dick was in his mouth before I could even say anything. I’d really had an ulterior motive in bringing Sam to the shed, but it was hard to remember what it was as Sam hoovered my cock.
"Want you to fuck me," I managed to say between gasps.
Sam released my dick and practically crawled up my body. "Tonight," he murmured as he began kissing me again. "After Ryan's asleep. I don't… I don't want to rush it."
I nodded because as ready as I was, I didn't want to be hurried either. With everything that had happened, there hadn't been much opportunity for us to explore switching roles. As excited as I was, I was also nervous. The garden shed held a lot of memories when it came to our first time together, so I was okay with our bedroom being the place for a new first memory for us.
I lost my train of thought as Sam's mouth wreaked havoc on mine. I reached down and lifted him. He automatically wrapped his legs around my waist. Thankfully, he hadn't loosened my pants enough that they were around my ankles, so I was able to walk him over to the worktable. He began laughing as I ran into one thing after another. By the time I set him on the worktable, his laughter had subsided and he was all over me.
Our fingers couldn’t move quick enough as we finished undressing each other. I was rock hard by the time I got his pants down enough to expose his opening. But instead of turning him around and bending him over the table, I pulled his hips forward and braced my arm behind his back. The table was low enough that it didn't make the position too awkward. I smiled when I saw lube appear in Sam's hand. Since he hadn't gotten it out of my wallet, it meant he must've gotten it out of his. The fact that the man was carrying around lube was proof that he was just as ready for this as I was.
Sam gripped my dick only long enough to slather some lube on it and then his mouth was on mine. "Need you, Matias," he whispered. Our movements, which had been so frantic just a moment ago, slowed as we both lost ourselves in each other.
I reached up to clasp Sam's face so he was forced to look at me. "I love you, Sam. I love you so damn much."
"Love you too," he said softly and then he was pulling me in for a kiss. I kept my mouth on his as I angled my hips to meet his. I thrust into him hard and deep. He cried out into my mouth and then his arms were around my neck so he could cling to me. Our lovemaking was rough and frantic and we both came at nearly the same time. Sam buried his face against my neck as I began filling him up. I hadn't needed to put my hand on his dick to get him off. The proof of that was all over both our abdomens.
It was a long time before either of us seemed willing to separate even just a little. When we did, Sam caressed my face. "Are you sure this is what you want, Matias? I know I've asked you that before and I'm so far past the point where I can give you up, but if I have to—"
"Look behind you, Sam," I murmured.
"What?"
"Look behind you."
Sam seemed both confused and a little irritated. "Okay, Matias, but I'm trying to have a real conversation with you—" His words immediately dropped off when he spied the item I'd left for him on the worktable. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten knocked over during our frantic coupling.
"What did you do?" Sam asked. He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that I was still deep inside of him. He reached behind him and grabbed the little bag with the red ribbon on it. "What did you do?" he asked again. I was suddenly more nervous than I'd been when I'd first followed him out of the house.
"Open it," I urged.
Sam's fingers shook as he tore the little ribbon that was holding the bag closed. His eyes shifted just a bit as he tried to make out the contents of the bag. He finally reached a few fingers in. I held my breath as he pulled the little trowel out of the bag. There was absolutely nothing interesting about the gardening tool other than it was one that I knew he didn't have yet. And I only knew that because I'd asked Mia.