Free Blind Spot by Maggie Kavanagh Page B

he urged Nathan’s hips up and guided his cock to the cleft of Nathan’s ass, which was still wet from his mouth. He nudged the tip of his dick against Nathan’s hole.
    It always seemed impossible, but Nathan opened to him, and he fit himself in, inching deeper. The first full slide was excruciating pleasure. Sam watched himself disappear and bottom out, and he ran his hands up and down Nathan’s lower back in a soothing motion. After so many sessions of orgasm delay and denial, he could come right that instant, simply from Nathan’s velvety muscles clenching around him.
    He started a slow rhythm, rocking into Nathan with each thrust. He angled for the best possible penetration, and when Nathan held on to the sheets with both hands and moaned loud and long, he knew he’d found it.
    “Like that?” he asked, starting to pant with exertion.
    “Shit.” Nathan met him thrust for thrust, arching his back in a long, beautiful line. From the tension radiating from his body, Sam knew his orgasm was building. He also knew Nathan was having a hell of a time stopping himself from barking orders. While he appreciated the reversal of their usual power dynamics and what it meant, Sam wanted Nathan to let go. He slowed his stroke.
    “How about this?”
    “Mmm. Harder. Don’t play with me. Not now.” Nathan’s voice sounded raw, and Sam bit his lip. He pulled out.
    “What are you—”
    “I want to see you,” Sam said. “On your back.”
    Nathan switched position so Sam could kneel between his thighs again, but this time his mouth was accessible. Sam slid back into him and leaned up for a kiss.
    It was even better with Nathan’s face visible. His expressive mouth was soft with pleasure, not hard like it sometimes was when he dominated Sam. He was vulnerable and precious—the most precious thing in Sam’s life. Nathan wrapped his arms around Sam and urged him on.
    “Love you,” Sam whispered, catching Nathan’s lips clumsily as he started to come, and the words turned into a groan. With his heart pounding in his ears and his orgasm blotting out all other sensation, he missed the moment Nathan came. But after, when he collapsed on top of his lover and felt the cooling wetness sticking their skin together, he smiled.
    “I love you,” said Nathan softly. He brushed his fingers against Sam’s lips. “Be careful while I’m gone. All right?” His eyebrows drew together in a look Sam knew all too well.
    Sam reached for the tissues and grabbed a couple for Nathan. “I’ll be fine. Focus on your case. Don’t worry about me.”
    “That’s what you always say.” Nathan snorted. He wiped the smear of come from his belly, balled the tissues, then tossed them at the can near the side of the bed—and missed by a mile. Sam laughed, but his throw was no better. The alarm clock already read 9:40 a.m., and as much as he wanted to crawl back into bed and tuck against Nathan’s side, Nathan was already in business mode.
    “You know the combination to the safe,” he said, striding to the closet and rifling through his clothes. The safe held enough weaponry to take down the Spanish Armada if they ever showed up in Stonebridge.
    “Yes. Yes.” While Sam didn’t like having so many guns in the house, he knew it was important to at least appear willing to use them if trouble arose. He’d needed one to take down Randall Palmer, aka Benedict Anderson, on Halloween. But even though the asshole deserved it, Sam hadn’t enjoyed shooting him in the leg.
    “I’m serious,” Nathan said, pausing to look back over his shoulder. “At the very least, you need protection. I don’t want to worry about what you might be up to here.”
    “It only seems fair. Tit for tat.”
    Nathan furrowed his brow. “Tit for tat? Really?” He pulled on a crisp, black button-down and a pair of dark jeans. No suits on this venture. “Sam—”
    “Okay. Okay.” Sam sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. “I get your point. But I will be fine.