Free Stay for Me by Carlene Love Flores Page B

final time right before he forced himself up, spun around to the dark
corner, and exploded onto the wall.
    He closed his eyes tight, ashamed he’d
lost control like that as his cum shot out forcefully. He let his forehead
crash against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said.
    He felt her hand caress his ass cheek
and looked down to see his cock respond with a slight upward jerk. “Don’t be,”
she said and then slid her hand into his, prompting him to turn around. “You
didn’t have to run away just now. In fact, I’m kind of sad you did.”
    She was giving him permission to do what
he’d just envisioned while standing there at the wall, coming. Her face
remained a dark mask of pleasure and pain. God, he wished he knew for sure what
had her down like this.
    He followed her back, hand in hand.
    When Emma laid down back on the floor
and tugged him down with her, he felt overwhelming amounts of frustration that
he’d lost that control. “I won’t do that again,” he said and walked himself up
on his hands and knees, then waited, hovering over her.
    The touch of her fingers on the slit of
his cock threatened to choke out all his air. “You’re still wet, Sam.” She
rubbed the moisture around the overly sensitive tip. “Come here,” she said
pulling his hips forward until he was throbbing back at her mouth.
    He listened, letting his still-pulsing
cock dip into her mouth as she surprised him and lifted herself to suck gently
at the tip and then lick the rest of him for the remnants of his cum.
    How in the world he even had the sense
to glance at the clock again he didn’t know. But he did, and they were down to
twenty minutes. Shit.
    “Damn, Emma.”
    “I know,” she said in a raspy voice he
adored.
    He found her hand and squeezed it. She
squeezed his back.
    Their lack of sufficient time to lay
there and soak up what had just happened prompted him to get up. He couldn’t
rely on mere instinct that Gabe was watching the door. He had to be sure.
Because after that inexplicable moment, Sam knew he had to take this all the
way. He had to bring back her smile. Brighten the darkness that held his best
friend in check.
    “Stay. Right here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” he said.
    “Okay,” was all she got out, and her
voice was damn shaky.
    Sam quickly got up and tried to act calm
for her benefit. A second later and Gabe met him at the crack he made in the
door. He made sure to whisper.
    “You’re still out there,” Sam said.
    “Yeah um, about that,” said Gabe, low.
    “What?”
    Gabe looked guilty and nervous which
knotted Sam’s gut.
    Gabe rubbed the back of his head and
neck. “Donovan wanted in about two minutes ago.”
    “You told him the room was occupied?”
    “No, not
exactly. I didn’t want to out you two.”
    “You told him what then?”
    “That he
couldn’t because I was about to use it.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah. And that he
should take his guest someplace else because I was gonna be in there for a while. Sorry, I panicked, man. I was
trying to buy you guys as much time as possible.”
    “Nah, I appreciate it. But why do you
look so nervous? You actually did me a big favor. You bought me much-needed
time in there with her.”
    “Yeah, see, that’s the part you’re not gonna like. Jay and his impeccable timing walked by and
told me it was time to go pose for the post-show pics. Donovan told him I
wouldn’t be making it to that because of my S room plans. So I need to actually be in S room. If they see me hanging
around or leaving the club, the jig is up.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah. Oh,” said Gabe.
    Damn. That was a big oh . Sam stood there thinking, debating,
and remembering.
    This was going to be the ultimate test
of trust.
    But letting Gabe inside with them was
the only option they had right now.
    “Give us one second,” he said to Gabe.
    He needed to get her dressed. His plans
for an amazing rest of their night had effectively been cut short. He hoped he’d
done enough but knew