#SSceneC2015 : A.M Arthur @am_arthur vs Eileen Griffin @eileengriffin77 & Nikka Michaels @NikkaMichaels #NSFW

 “Want you to think of me every time you do laundry,” Sam whispered. “Want you to think of me bending you over, fucking you into orbit, while you’re separating lights and darks.”

Reign groaned and pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the washing machine. Hands unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down to his ankles. Boxer briefs followed, and the cold air brushed across his bare ass. The angle gave no mercy to his aching cock, and Sam was not hurrying to touch him.

More jangling and fabric rustling, and Reign’s inside clenched with anticipation. Fast and dirty against the washing machine.

Sam’s heat passed close by, and then the familiar snap of the lube cap. A finger nudged at his opening. It pressed inside in a single, fluid motion that earned a surprised yelp Reign couldn’t stop. Sam didn’t let him adapt to the intrusion. He began a smooth in and out pace, slicking Reign’s body for what was to come. A second finger slid in with the first on a pleasant burn, filling him in the best way possible, until Sam’s hand stopped at the second knuckle.

“Fuck yourself on my hand,” Sam said.

A shudder tore down Reign’s spine, raising goose bumps all along his shoulders and arms. He shoved his hips backward, impaling himself on Sam’s fingers, grunting at the wonderful feeling of fullness. He swiveled his hips in a grinding motion, instead of thrusting back and forth, reveling in the sensation of having a part of Sam inside his body.

Sam curled his fingers. They brushed across his prostate, and Reign bit his wrist to hold back a shout as tiny darts of pure pleasure raced up his spine. He wanted that amazing sensation to last forever, but was too afraid of it shaking him to pieces if it did. All physical contact with Sam was with the two fingers stroking him, scissoring him open, but Reign had never felt closer to his partner. Never felt more safe and protected and loved.

A third finger nudged in with the others, and Reign bit harder on his wrist. The burn was intense, even with them only in to the first knuckle. Sam stopped pressing forward. His left hand smoothed up the sweaty skin of Reign’s back, beneath his shirt, petting, soothing, and his cock pulsed with anticipation.

“You can take them,” Sam whispered.

The noise Reign made was part whimper, part groan and all desire. He trusted Sam, trusted anything Sam wanted to do with his body. Knew that no matter what, they’d both get there and it would be worth it. Reign shifted his feet a bit, then pushed back, down. He felt every ripple, every millimeter of skin and bone as Sam’s fingers nudged a little deeper, a little farther. Opening him up, filling him. Sam’s hand on his back kept him from arching up, but it also provided grounding—Sam was there, and he wouldn’t let him fall.

“More,” Sam said.

God, how much more was there?

His body stretched, burned, came alive as he pushed down a little bit— “Fuck,” Reign hissed as Sam’s fingers slid in past the second knuckle.

Sam held him still, long enough for Reign to start panting. Neither of them moved, and all Reign could do was feel. Experience the exquisite fullness, the intensity of the stretch as it rippled up his spine, curled his toes. He wanted to scream but didn’t dare. He wanted to touch his cock, to touch Sam’s, to do something besides lay there, spread out for his lover, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t make himself break the spell.

And then Sam, the delightful bastard, curled those fingers again, and Reign arched up. White lights flashed behind his eyes as his orgasm pulsed just beyond reach. His balls drew up, and the skin on his cock was tight enough to hurt. He needed release so much, but he couldn’t find it. All he could do was pant and groan his need—and yet something in him would not beg. Not this time.

“God, Rey, you’re gorgeous like this,” Sam said. The hand on Reign’s back slid up to grip the base of his neck. “So fucking gorgeous, and all for me.”

“Yeah.”

“Mine.”

“Yours. All yours, Sam.”

Those incredible fingers pulled out, and Reign didn’t have time to mourn the loss or experience the emptiness, because Sam pushed his cock inside in one smooth stroke that seemed to last forever. Reign groaned his pleasure into the crook of his elbow. Sam draped his big body over him, both hands coming around to brace on the front of the washing machine. The scent of Sam, of sex, of detergent, filled Reign’s nose and made him dizzy.

Sam gave him no time to adjust or wonder. His fast, deep thrusts stroked across Reign’s prostate every time, pushing him higher and higher, with no quarter to claim his orgasm. The moment he inched a hand down, instinct demanding he touch himself, Sam grabbed his hands and pressed them down on the washing machine. Trapped. Unable to do anything except take what Sam gave him. Reign let go and fell into the vortex of pleasure Sam had created. Experienced the intensity of sensation in his body, rippling up and down his spine, crackling across his skin.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, only that Sam thrust hard inside and stilled, and Reign felt the familiar warmth of his release. Sam held him there until Reign wanted to sob with need. Sam bent his head and nuzzled at the skin beneath Reign’s ear. “You want to come?”

The noise Reign made was as close to a yes as he could manage.

“Okay.” Sam pulled out, and in the same breath, pushed his fingers back inside, hard and deep, and he said, “Come for me.”

My voice was low and gravelly as he slowly rocked his hips again. “You have no idea how sexy you look like this, not to mention how you feel.”

The burning made me catch my breath a few times, and each time Jamie would pause over me, his eyes never leaving mine. When he was fully seated inside me, the feeling of being filled was almost too much. I closed my eyes and breathed through the sensation as I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck. A soft brush across my lips made me open them. Above me, Jamie’s heavy lidded, dark-blue eyes held concern and passion. But they also held more emotion than I’d ever seen in them. Almost too quiet for me to hear him, he whispered, “By the way, I love you too.”

My heart thumped wildly in my chest as his words sank in. With a shaky hand I pulled him down for another kiss. As he began to move, my body adjusted and the full sensation turned into pleasure. I dragged my hands down his back, loving how my touch affected him. His eyes closed in pleasure as his teeth sank into his lip.

“We’re doing this again, just so I can watch you,” I murmured. His eyes snapped open and a pink flush spread down his neck and chest. Through every push and pull of his body, I could feel the tension which kept his muscles taut against me as he tried to hold back his release.

“Jesus, Ethan.”

I leaned up to kiss Jamie, tongue sliding against his, the heat slowly building. I gasped, breaking the kiss when he rocked his hips sharply, his cock hitting deep.

“More,” I gasped.

“Bossy,” he taunted, his voice turning breathy when I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Always,” I bit out as I rocked my hips up to meet his building thrusts.

Jamie leaned back, tugging my hips up higher against him. When he reached between us to stroke my cock I arched up hard, the change in angle pushing him deeper. Heat arced through my body and pleasure followed. Jamie’s thrusts slowed, his hand on my cock matching his rhythm.

“You feel too good to rush this.”

I opened my mouth to urge him on when he rotated his hips and snapped them hard. My eyes rolled back, nonsensical words coming out of my mouth as I felt him everywhere inside me. The soft brush of his lips over mine brought my attention back to him as he slowed his rhythm again. “If I’d known this was all it took to stop your rambling, I would have done it years ago.”

When I opened my mouth to reply, Jamie leaned back farther and thrust harder. I gasped and dug my fingers into his hips, urging him to keep going. When he slowed again, I tightened my muscles around his cock, instantly gratified when I felt him tense over me. Digging my heels into the bed, I arched up harder, gasping out when he hit my prostate over and over.

Jamie’s control shattered as he draped his body over mine once again, rocking his hips faster as he buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. All the lost time, the pain, the longing welled up inside me as my body shook with my own loss of control. He was everywhere, consuming all of me with every move he made. With a final snap of his hips, Jamie tensed over me as he cried out in pleasure, his voice sending heat through me again. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips to hold him close, arching up toward him when I felt his cock spasm inside me, his body shaking against me with the force of his orgasm.

I groaned when he reached down and slowly pulled out of me, the loss of him aching more than the initial pain when he had first entered me. I leaned up to kiss him, but he placed a hand on my chest to push me back down against the bed. “Not even close to done yet.”

He wrapped one hand around my cock and began to stroke me. His lips brushed across my chest until his teeth scraped my nipple, making me writhe as I thrust harder into his hand. As he tugged on my nipple piercing, his hand on my cock tightened, the strokes becoming rough, just like I needed.

Arching my back completely off the bed, I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. My cock pulsed in Jamie’s palm while he continued to stroke me, sending jets of come over my stomach and chest.