Every Shade by Nora Phoenix
9
It didn’t happen very often that Samuel was speechless. His brain usually worked fast enough to come up with some smart reply, but this time, it failed him completely. It was like when he tried to speak French, his brain always needing a little time to translate the words he heard into something he could understand. Right now, he was scrambling to make sense of that expression. Working on that list.
Sex. Oh god, Tris was asking him for consent for sex. Holy hell to the yes, please. He didn’t even need to think about that one. Not after Tris had made it clear he was more than open to experimenting and had mentioned role play. Samuel wasn’t ready to tell him just how much that thought excited him, but he was definitely feeling optimistic about their sexual compatibility. And Tris wanting to get started right away? So fucking hot.
“Yes,” he said, a little louder than he had intended to, which made Tris laugh.
“You sure about this? Considering you just broke up?” Tris checked, and Samuel had to respect him for that.
“Oh hell yes. Absolutely. Haven’t you ever heard of revenge sex? Apparently, it’s the best.”
“I have no personal experience, but I’m definitely willing to offer myself up as a volunteer if you want to test that theory,” Tris said with a big grin.
“How selfless of you,” Samuel said. “I accept that offer.”
For two, maybe three seconds, they stared at each other, and then they moved at the same time, jumping to their feet. Samuel’s neck was enveloped in a strong grip that yanked him toward Tris, and he allowed it, tumbling against that big body. His mouth was caught in a searing kiss, Tris’s tongue capturing his, then starting an intricate cat and mouse game.
Samuel shivered at all the sensations thundering through his body, almost dizzy with how deep it hit him, his need for this man. He arched his back, pressing his groin against him, seeking fiction. Just when his neck started to hurt a little from craning it, Tris lifted him up and planted his ass on the table, stepping between Samuel’s legs. Ah, much better.
Dressed in boxer briefs, there was no denying his erection, as it threatened to peep out from under his waistband. Samuel placed his hand against Tris’s dick as their tongues kept tangling, curious how big he was. He gasped into Tris’s mouth when he discovered he couldn’t even wrap his hand around it, what with how thick it was.
“Dude!” he let out.
The look in Tris’s eyes was absolutely feral as they stared at each other, chests heaving. “You like?”
Samuel licked his lips. “How sturdy is this table?”
“I built it myself.”
“Good.” He whipped his T-shirt over his head. “Please tell me that somewhere on that list of yours is to fuck me senseless on the kitchen table?”
“It just jumped to the top of the list,” Tris said, his voice lower than ever.
“Even better.” Samuel reached for Tris’s belt. “Show me what you got. I have a feeling it’s gonna make me very happy.”
Samuel unbuckled Tris’s belt, then reached inside his jeans and found the thickest cock he’d ever seen outside of porn. Hell, even now he couldn’t wrap his hand completely around it.
“Strip,” he told Tris.
“Are you going power bottom on me now?” Tris said with a laugh.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get that thing inside me, preferably in the next few minutes.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Tris growled, dragging his shirt over his head and kicking off his jeans.
This was what Evan had hated, when Samuel had gotten this needy and bossy and vocal about what he wanted in bed. In the beginning, he’d played along, but subtle hints at first and then not so subtle reprimands over time had taught Samuel to rein himself in. Now, for the first time in two years, he wouldn’t have to. He could be as vocal and demanding as he wanted to, because Tris seemed to lap it up.
“You have condoms?” he asked. “Lube?”
“Yeah, upstairs. Gimme a sec.”
Tris dashed upstairs, wearing only his underwear, and Samuel figured he’d have time to admire his body later. Right now, the fire inside him was burning too hard and too fast to slow down. He needed to be taken hard, filled until he stopped feeling so damn empty inside.
He got out of his underwear, figuring he might as well help move things along. He cleared the table of their plates and put Tris’s laptop on the kitchen counter, just to be safe. By the time Tris came hurrying down the stairs again, Samuel had positioned himself on the table, his upper body resting on the surface, his ass sticking back in a blatant invitation.
“Oh wow,” Tris said, coming to a full stop. Samuel looked over his shoulder, smiling at the look of pure want on the man’s face. “Now there’s an appealing visual.”
His hands shook a little as he placed lube on the table, followed by two condoms. Samuel couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Two? Feeling optimistic?”
Tris made quick work of his underwear, and that thick cock sprang free, causing Samuel to lose his train of thought. It wasn’t that long, but god, it was thick. Much thicker than the biggest toy he owned and that was saying something. It would split him open in the best way possible.
“Pessimistic, rather. I doubt I’ll last long once I’m inside you,” Tris said, and it took Samuel a few seconds to realize he was answering his earlier question.
“Now that I’ve seen the size of your cock, I don’t think two will be enough, but we’ll see.”
That made Tris break out in a smile that gave Samuel butterflies in his stomach. He stepped up and let his right hand trail down Samuel’s back, a smooth glide all the way from his neck to his ass.
“You’re stunning,” he said, his voice low, and Samuel couldn’t remember if anyone had ever looked at him like that. “That list just got a hell of a lot longer.” He repeated his move, this time gently squeezing his ass cheek, then slapping it, just hard enough so it bounced. “I could do this for hours.”
“You’re more than welcome to…some other time,” Samuel said, pushing his ass back even farther.
“I think I may actually have to tie you up and gag you if I ever want to do that, or there’s no way you’ll let me,” Tris said, and the thought alone made Samuel shiver in the best way. “Oh, you like that idea, huh? At this rate, we’ll need eighty years to finish that list.”
It was meant as a joke, but it hung between them, loaded with something heavy and meaningful Samuel couldn’t even put into words. All he knew was that the idea of spending eighty years with this man didn’t sound nearly as terrifying as it should after the way Evan had fucked him over. He pushed it back for another time.
Before he could start begging Tris to please, for the love of everything holy, put that cock in him, Tris reached for the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. He didn’t say a word as he went straight for his target this time, circling Samuel’s hole until it softened a little and let him in. Samuel let out a little moan and turned his head forward so he could rest it on his arms on the table.
He fucked himself with a toy every day, often more than once, but it was so much better when someone else did it. That first sensation, that first slight burn, there was nothing like it. And Tris knew what he was doing because he added that second finger right before it got too comfortable, so it still stung a little. So good. Samuel closed his eyes, focusing on the slick sounds of the two fingers slowly pumping his ass.
Then two became three, and where he’d normally declare himself ready, he allowed himself a little more prep time. Taking a dick that girth, he’d need it. He loved having his hole stretched wide. Fisting was something that had been on his to-try list forever, but Evan had not been interested, and before him, he’d never had a partner he trusted enough to do it. Maybe with Tris, he thought, amazing himself with how natural that thought felt.
“Think you’re ready?” Tris asked, the first words he’d spoken since he’d started to prep him.
“Yeah,” Samuel answered. “I love a good burn.”
“Good, because I’m told you’ll feel this,” Tris said as he reached for the condom and rolled it on. “You have to communicate with me, Samuel, because I can’t see your face, so tell me to slow down or stop if need be.”
“Or go harder and faster and deeper,” Samuel said, thinking that there could be no earthly reason why he’d want Tris to slow down.
“Or that,” Tris said, amusement lacing his voice.
Then he pressed the fat head of his cock against Samuel’s entrance, and he stopped talking. Stopped thinking too. He pushed back, allowing himself to be breached. His breath turned into a low grunt as the burn spread, circling his ass before traveling both outward and inward. Oh, that thing was big, forcing him wide open until his eyes watered. But so, so good.
He breathed out again, relaxing as much as possible, and Tris slid in a little deeper. Samuel’s moan mingled with one from Tris. “God, you feel amazing.”
Samuel couldn’t even talk, too focused on letting him in. He bore down, his mind going blank as his body’s needs took over. All he could do was breathe out in little puffs as that thick cock split him open inch by inch until he felt Tris’s pubic hair tickle his ass. Tris gave a few shallow thrusts and Samuel moaned. This man was gonna be the death of him, he knew it.
“Please tell me you know how to work that beauty,” he said.
In lieu of answering, Tris pulled out almost entirely, then slid right back in, pushing the air from Samuel’s lungs.
“Oh god, yes. Like that,” Samuel moaned.
After the next two thrusts, he spread his arms wide and held on to the table for leverage. Tris was careful at first, tuned into Samuel’s reactions, it seemed. But when Samuel started pushing back, he sped up. The sensation of that impossible fat cock inside him was amazing, sending sparks throughout his entire body. He tried to reach underneath to wrap a hand around his cock, but his position wouldn’t allow it.
He groaned with frustration, and Tris stilled inside him for a second before pulling out. “On your back,” he told him. “Wait, let me grab a towel.”
Samuel slid off the table while Tris grabbed a thick towel from a cabinet and placed it on the table, then lifted Samuel up as if he weighed nothing and lowered him. He slid downward until his ass was on the edge of the table, almost whimpering with impatience until Tris leaned over him and slid back inside him.
“Much better,” Tris said. “Now I can see your beautiful face as I make you soar.”
The man was a damn poet, Samuel thought, sighing with happiness as he was filled to the max once again. And Tris was right, this position was better, because he could pull up his legs, which allowed Tris to get even deeper and holy fuck, yes, that was his prostate.
“Your eyes rolled back,” Tris said with distinct pride.
“Do that again.” He did, and Samuel couldn’t hold back the loud moan that erupted from his lips. “God, yes, there. Exactly there.”
Tris was clearly not in the category of tops who resented getting instructions, because his face broke open in a wide smile and he slammed back in, hitting the exact same spot. Samuel’s hand wound around his dick, and he fisted his crown a few times to spread the precum. This was gonna be a good one, he could already feel it building up inside him, one of those orgasms that seemed to come from your toes, slowly rising in intensity until you wanted to cry and shout and scream with the force of it.
“Hands-free orgasm just went on the list,” Tris panted as he sped up his thrusts. “I wanna fuck an orgasm out of you without you ever touching yourself.”
“I’m game,” Samuel said between his own heaved breaths, his muscles tensing in anticipation. He increased the pressure on his cock, his orgasm so close he was getting desperate.
“I hope you’re fucking close…” Tris grunted. “Because I don’t have much left.”
His thrusts grew faster, more uncoordinated as the man chased his own release, and Samuel closed his eyes, allowing his body to take over. Then Tris slammed into him, so hard and so spot-on to his prostate that his balls exploded before he had felt them releasing, sending jets of thick cum through his cock, coating his hands and his stomach.
Tris came seconds after him, jerking a few times before freezing balls-deep inside him, letting out a long, low grunt of pleasure. As soon as his muscles relaxed, he reached for Samuel to pull him up and kiss him in an encounter that lacked finesse but more than made up for it in enthusiasm.
Finally, they rested with their foreheads against each other. “Great start of that list,” Tris said.
Samuel’s body felt loose, well-fucked. God, he loved this. “I couldn’t agree more. What’s the next item?”
