A couple of hours after the proposal…
Will
I sat on a log near the fire, staring into the flames as conversation and laughter flowed around me. Sammy’s hand was clasped in mine, resting on my thigh. I fiddled with the ring he was wearing, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers.
Fiance.
For the second time in my life, I was engaged. The first time, I’d been excited, thinking my life was finally headed in the right direction. I’d graduated college, gotten a job, and was taking the next step. I was starting a family. That excitement had been effervescent, bubbling through me until I thought I might burst. But eventually the bubbles had popped and the relationship had gone flat. There’d been no substance to it. No true connection between us.
No love.
Today, sitting here with Sammy, there was a deep and abiding sense of rightness that had been missing with my ex. Had been missing since I’d left Sammy behind ten years ago. I’d only recently discovered it again and I was determined to never let it go.
Sammy squeezed my hand and I turned my head to look at him. Chocolate-brown eyes met mine. I thought I might melt into them.
“Where were you just now? You looked far away.”
“I was just thinking about us and how happy I am.”
“Yeah?”
“So happy.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Me too.”
“Get a room,” Rafi called out from behind Sammy. It was followed by a chorus of laughter.
Without bothering to turn around, Sammy shot him the bird, then rose and pulled me with him. “Walk with me?”
“Sure.”
He pulled me behind him toward the thick stand of trees on the other side of the beach. A hazy memory flashed through my mind of a night just like this when I’d stumbled into the woods and Sammy had found me drunk. He’d taken me home that night and the next day had been the first time I’d managed to break through his armor. It had been a turning point in our relationship that summer.
We broke through the trees, carefully stepping through the underbrush, making sure not to trip. It was cooler here away from the fire, the sound of laughter floating on the breeze from the crowd on the beach.
Without warning, Sammy tugged me into him so that we were standing chest to chest in the moonlight. His hands slid down to grip my ass, and he squeezed, kneading my cheeks through the fabric of my shorts.
He took my mouth in a fierce kiss, setting my blood on fire. It was all I could do to keep myself upright as lust shot through me like a punch to the gut. Just as suddenly, he tore his mouth free, sending my head spinning as I struggled to find my equilibrium.
“Do you remember the last time we were out here?” he asked, his voice gruff with need.
“Kind of? I was a little tipsy that night.”
He snorted. “Tipsy. Sure. Says the guy who puked all over my driveway.”
“Fuck off,” I said, my tone laced with laughter. “I was trying to forget the fact a certain asshole had gotten in my face at the pool earlier that day.”
“Shit, I’d forgotten about that. I really was a little shit, wasn’t I?”
“You absolutely were. But my dick never got the memo. Even when I was pissed at you, I was still totally turned on.” I rocked my hips into him, pressing my hard cock against his thigh in demonstration.
“I was so fucking jealous that night.” He nipped at my neck just below my ear sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “I thought you were at the bonfire with Jason and I followed you back here because…shit, I don’t even know what I was trying to do. I just wanted to get you away from him.”
I groaned as he sank his teeth into the base of my throat. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that I was going to have to wear a collared shirt to work for the next week. I pulled the hair tie out of his blond locks, sinking my fingers into the strands and holding him against me.
“What would you have done that night? If I hadn’t been so drunk?”
He pulled away, sinking to his knees without breaking eye contact. The way his blond hair caught the moonlight made him look like an angel. He would have laughed had I spoken the words out loud. Sammy was no angel, but he was mine and he was perfect for me.
He reached for my fly, popping the button and lowering the zipper slowly, a wicked grin pulling up the corners of his mouth.
“Think you can be quiet, golden boy?”
“You know I can’t.”
He chuckled. “You want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
He lowered the elastic of my briefs, revealing my cock one slow inch at a time. A bead of precum glistened in the moonlight where it leaked from my tip. Sammy eyed it like he’d just been served dessert, then leaned forward and licked up the drop, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“God I love the way you taste, golden boy. So damn good.”
I groaned as he came back for more, this time licking a stripe from root to tip before taking the head into his mouth. I gripped his hair while he worked me over, swirling his tongue around the head, before lowering his mouth to take my entire length.
With my dick still buried in his throat, he yanked my shorts and underwear down, then swallowed around me. I moaned, not even bothering to stifle it, lost in the feeling of the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around my cock. As he pulled back halfway, he slid his hand up to cup my balls. He rolled them between his fingers as his head bobbed up and down my shaft, all of my focus centered on the dual assault.
Out here in the quiet of the trees with the moonlight shining on us, I could almost forget there was anything else in the world beyond us. Just me and my Sammy, wrapped in pleasure. I was aching with the need to come already. To unload down his throat until I was weak in the knees and my legs gave out.
He slipped a finger past my taint, teasing at my entrance, and my hips punched forward involuntarily. He grunted and my eyes flew open. “Shit. Sorry.”
He pulled off, replacing his mouth with his hand, stroking me as he spoke. “This okay?” he asked, tapping at my entrance again.
“Yes. God yes.” I muttered, desperately wanting him to continue.
He popped his finger in his mouth, making a lewd production out of sucking it, before returning it to my hole. He slid the tip inside and I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut and my head falling back in pleasure. The wet heat of his mouth enveloping my shaft once again sent a shiver through my body. He did something mind-blowing with his tongue just below the notch of my cockhead that had me pulling in a sharp breath. At the same time, he slid his finger deeper, pressing into me until he found my prostate and tapped.
“Jesusfuckmotherfuckinggodammit,” I ground out. Every nerve-ending in my body felt like heat-lightning streaking through an August sky. “So fucking close,” I told him.
He doubled down, tapping that spot inside me while he bobbed his head faster. His hand came up to grab mine and I gripped it so tight, I feared I’d break something. I felt his engagement ring, the bump of it on his finger, and I fucking lost it. My orgasm unleashed down his throat in wave after wave of ecstasy, so violent I thought I might blackout.
When it was over, when he’d swallowed every last drop and I’d collapsed to my knees on the forest floor in front of him, he spit in his palm, fisted his cock and stroked, fast and furious.
I wasn’t sure when he’d pulled his dick out of his shorts, but I marveled at the sight of him kneeling in the moonlight, head tipped back as he aggressively chased his release. I reached out, intending to help him, to give him the same pleasure he’d given me, but there wasn’t time. With a groan rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest, he spilled over his hand, spurt after spurt landing in the brush beneath him.
When he was finished, I grabbed his hand, wet and sticky with his cum, and pulled it toward me, sucking each finger into my mouth one-by-one until I’d licked him clean.
“God, I love the way you taste. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He held up his other hand, the silver ring shining in the moonlight. I smiled wide at the sight. It felt like my grin might split my face in two. I was so damn happy.
I pulled his hand toward me and kissed the knuckle just above the ring. “There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with. I love you so much.”
“Love you too, golden boy. Always.”