His First Surrender (Stonewall Investigations Miami 3)

“Rocky…”

He said my name like he was bent at an altar in prayer. It flooded my veins with flammable passion.

I didn’t even think about the next words to come out of my mouth: “Can I?”

Never. Not once had I ever asked someone if I could kiss them. When I was hooking up with someone, it was because we had connected through an app and were fully aware of what we signed up for.

But, with Sam, like I said, things were different. So different.

He nodded and I could hear the little nervous breath of air he let out. It was a lit match, my bloodstream turning into liquid fire.

I didn’t waste another second. I pushed in, water lapping up my chest as I leaned forward.

Our lips touched and an entire chorus of angels self-combusted somewhere. It was soft at first. Exploratory. Sam felt a little stiff, and not the stiffness I was looking for. His hands stayed under the water by his sides, and his lips were sealed shut.

And yet, still, I felt the tingling sensation down in my balls, a sensation that only comes from a good kiss. I reached for him, grabbing his hips and pulling him against me. I wanted his tongue against mine. I wanted to know the way he tasted.

I teased him with my tongue, probing at his lips. He obeyed my unspoken command and opened for me. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, finding his, tasting him. I felt myself getting lost, like I had just been pulled into a rip current and didn’t stand a chance of making it out alive. His tongue slid against mine, finally filling my mouth, telling me how much he wanted me. Our teeth clacked a couple of times, but I couldn’t give any less of a fuck. All I cared about was Sam’s body pushing harder onto mine, his tongue probing deeper. It felt like he was gaining more and more confidence with every steamy second that passed.

And then I felt it. His cock jerked against me, batting my thigh, telling me just how badly he wanted this.

I moved my hand off his hip, down to his ass, staying above the boxers. I pushed him harder against me, wanting to feel every inch of him. He gave me a moan as our hard dicks pushed together. It drove me wild. I slipped my hand down under the band of his boxers, feeling his soft skin against my hand. I squeezed, earning another moan from him.

We broke for air. Sam’s lips were wet, glistening under the sun. They curled into a smile. One I had to kiss right off.

“Wow, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” Sam said.

“I can.” I kissed him again, holding him against me, my hand still under his boxers. This time, it was Sam who parted my lips with his tongue. I explored him while he did the same with me. The heat inside me grew to uncontrollable levels. There was an overriding need that blurred my vision and obscured my thoughts.

It was a need to get him upstairs. Onto my bed. Underneath me.

I started to grind on his cock with mine, wishing there wasn’t a barrier of wet fabric between us. Water started to rise in waves around us as our movements grew, our passion spreading.

This was new for me. I rarely kissed, and I never kissed for this long. It had always felt too intimate for my liking. I enjoyed distance. It protected me, kept me sane. But everything was so different with Sam. All caution was thrown to the wind. Distance was no longer my friend but my mortal enemy. I wanted nothing more than to keep kissing Sam, learning the ins and outs of his body, exploring him in every fucking way I could.

I reached my other hand between us and grabbed him through his boxers. Sam broke from the kiss, his eyes going wide, another moan escaping his lips as I squeezed. He felt big and thick in my hand, my fingers just closing around his width. I licked my lips, smirking as I stroked slowly, relishing the heat.

And then something surprising happened.

Sam pulled away. He pushed back, swimming a couple of feet away from me. His eyebrows dipped down, like an apologetic puppy dog.

“I… you’re…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes popped. “What? No, absolutely not. You did nothing wrong. It’s just me, I’m just—”

“Just not into me? That’s fine. I get it.”

Sam shook his head and said, “I’m so into you it’s almost illegal. That’s not it. It’s just, well, I’m a virgin, okay?” The admission manifested two bright rosy pink circles on both his cheeks. The red flushed, spreading from his cheeks until his entire face had changed hue. My cock throbbed, straining against my briefs.

“Oh.” I was surprised. “Listen, I get it. We’ve all been there.”