Chapter 8
Or not.
“Okay, I’m ready,” he told Lincoln. He slipped his fingers out with Lincoln’s and suddenly felt empty. “Need your cock.”
Linc placed a hand on each of his ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and pointing the head of his big dick straight for the hole.
It had been a while since Sam had had a man, and four-finger preparation or not, the first push inside him of Linc’s cock burned painfully. He winced and bit his lip.
“You all right?” Linc paused on his way inside.
“Yeah. Just. Yeah. Okay. Move.”
Lincoln pushed in deeper, taking it inch by slow inch. Sam twisted his hands in the bedsheets and forced himself to relax and take in the full circumference of Lincoln. When he felt Linc’s balls against him, he almost purred.
“Success,” he said instead, earning himself another laugh from Lincoln.
“You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known,” Linc admitted. He remained still, resting or waiting, Sam guessed.