Boarding with the Bad Boy [COMPLETE + BONUS published edition]

Threes

Sam's fingers dip into my underwear and he holds me behind the back with his free hand, pulling my hips to meet his. "I can't tell you how badly I wanted to be the one in your shorts the other morning," he hums, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through my core.

Giving in, I whisper that I wanted it too.

"I know you did, baby," Sam says, his lips moving back to my neck and collarbone. He slips a finger inside me and my body tenses for the briefest moment before I relax into the feeling of him. He groans as he slides his finger out and back in again.

"Jesus, Logan. You are so fucking wet for me," he sighs, shifting so that his eyes meet mine as he continues to finger me, his hand moving faster and faster. I grasp at the bare mattress of my old bed and arch my back, on the cusp of losing all control.

"Give in to me, baby," Sam says, continuing to pump in and out while his other hand moves to my chest and his lips steal mine. I whimper as the sensation builds to an unbearable point, and just as I feel I'm going to come undone, Sam pinches my nipple between his fingers and bites my lower lip. The world dissolves behind my eyelids as my orgasm rockets through me, leaving me panting. When I finally come down from the sensation, I open my eyes to see Sam staring at me like he's never seen me before. His finger still moves slowly in and out of me, and I'm shocked to find that I'm already keen for more.

"Oh my God," I gasp, trying to play it cool. His grin proves he's not having it.

"And to think, that was just one finger," he brags. I bring up a weak hand and give him a teasing smack on the shoulder.

Sam kisses me gently and leans back. "Should we call it a day?"

I can tell he's serious, but I'm in no mood to stop. It feels too good, being with Sam and not having to feel guilty about it. I want him—all of him—and I'm not going to slow down or apologize for that. Rather than saying it, I shift forward and flip our position so that I hover above him, kneeling over his torso on the bed.

"Damn," he mutters, his gaze directly on my chest. "And I thought I couldn't love your body any more."

"Less talking," I mutter. I bring my mouth to his neck and chest now, giving him a taste of his own medicine. His fingers dig into my hair and his cock is hard beneath me. I move my hand to it and stroke him up and down over his boxers. He shudders beneath me, slipping his finger out of me and moving them to his erection, guiding himself toward my entrance.

I grind on his boxer-clad cock, wanting to feel all of him.

"I know I'm not supposed to be talking—" Sam starts, at the same time I say, "I need you."

Sam's eyes search my face. "I need to know what you mean by that," he says, voice tight.

"I mean that I want you inside me." It comes out slow, a little bashful. I've never done this before and I'm nervous. But I feel good about this; I feel right.

"My bed," Sam says, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to his unmade bed. I laugh as he tosses me onto it and follows close behind, straddling over me.

"Better?" I ask when we're settled.

"Much," he says, his eyes fluttering closed as I lift my hand back to his boxers. I grip the top of them and shift them down his legs. He adjusts to slide them off, kicking them to the floor.

I barely have a chance to admire the length of him when he strokes his hand against my core and whispers, "I've always had a fantasy about getting you in my bed. I can't believe this is really happening."