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The air is humid as Sam returns to your side. “You okay?” His laboured breath from the gun fight fanned across your collar as he looked you over for injuries. Upon not seeing any, his shoulders sag with a heavy sigh as he tucks away his gun. “These Shoreline people gotta learn to leave us alone, huh? We make a good team.” His smile returns.
You chuckle softly. “You did most of the work. My aim’s still not the greatest with these things.” You say gesturing to your handgun.
Sam smiles. “What are you talking about? You’re amazing.” He winks.
“Always the flirt.” You can’t help but smile.
“Gotta let my girlfriend know she’s special right?” His smile quirks into a grin, one you can’t help but find endearing.
“Right.” You hum in response. His hands find your waist, gently rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your shirt.
“Now that it’s only us two…” He raises a coy brow, his grin widening as his eyes rake over your body.
“You’re ridiculous.” Though you can’t help but laugh anyway.
“Ridiculously handsome.” His voice is low as he leans in to kiss your neck. You smile, habitually tilting your head aside to give him more space.
“We’re in the middle of a hot jungle, sweaty, gross and covered in dirt and you wanna have sex?” You ask, though it’s rhetorical. It always is. You may have acted like he was crazy to want you all the time, but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t always want him too.
“I don’t see you pushing me away, sweetheart.” His words are a murmur against your skin as his lips kiss and suck gently on your neck, his hands grabbing your waist more insistently. “Come one…” He presses his hips to yours and you can already feel something growing beneath his jeans.
“You horn dog.” You smile, but your body leans into his.
“Yours though.” His lips quirk up against your skin as he kisses your jaw, content that you’re giving in.
His hands roam your body, always greedy to feel more of you as his lips found yours. He pulls a moan from you as you respond to his eager kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he swallows every sound with a groan of his own. His hands reach your ass, squeeze the supple flesh through your jeans. “Fuck…” He groans against your lips, which turns you on. His words make you want to smile at the affect you have on him.
“Sam…” You sigh as he pulls away to suck and nibble your neck once more. His hips respond with an insistent grind.
“On your knees, baby.” His tone is low, his voice breaking slightly from impatience and arousal as his hands already fist into your hair.
You lower yourself to your knees, the dirt on the ground staining your jeans as your eyes lock with his. The look he gives you is carnal, dangerous. You knew that look. “What are you thinking about?” You ask softly, trying to decipher which way the cogs are turning in his mind.
“I wanna try something.” His voice is gruff as his hand reaches behind his back, pulling out his handgun from his waistband.
A jolt of nerves rush through you. “Sam?…”
“Don’t worry.” He says reassuringly before he takes out the magazine and unloads the bullet in the chamber, leaving the gun empty. For extra caution, he turns on the safety. “No danger.” He promises.
For a moment you were unsure. But the look he was giving you made you consider it, and the more you considered it the more it turned you on. Fuck if you weren’t as much of a freak as he was. He brought his hand under your chin to hold your head up, his eyes boring into yours.
“Do you trust me?”
You nod softly, your eyes flitting to the barrel of the gun as Sam brings it down to stroke your cheek with the cold metal. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, your lips parting slightly from the arousal that you were surprised was coursing through you as strongly as it was.
“Open.” There’s an edge to his voice, a keenness in his eyes as he watches you intently, he brings the tip of the gun to your lips as his gaze follows.
You part your lips slowly, reminding yourself the gun is unloaded and safe as you lock eyes with him. He notices the way your tongue darts out to lick the barrel’s edge. His groan rumbles in his throat as you wrap your lips around the barrel, leaning your head closer to suck the gun into your mouth.
Sam consumed the sight of you like this, his jeans feeling a little too tight as his cock throbs. “Fuck…” He groans, gently pushing the gun further into your mouth, thrusting the barrel slowly as he watches you suck it off.
He swore he could feel it. The way your lips wrapped around the barrel like it was his cock. He could feel the warmth, your saliva slicking his length as you sucked deliciously making him see stars. He knew what that mouth could do, he’s felt it many times. Yet each time was heaven. Watching you but unable to feel it felt like the worst tease, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop and cut to the chase for his own pleasure.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby…” He’s slightly breathless as you look up at him. His eyes flooded with lust as he watches you, lips parted as he imagines your mouth on his cock. You glance down seeing the way his hardness throbs desperately beneath his jeans. You purposefully moan around the barrel of his gun, enjoying the way he’s riled up because of you, unable to hold back from doing a little more damage.
He groans again, his hand instinctively reaching down to palm himself as he adjusts his jeans, though it’s no use. You can’t help but smile just the slightest around the gun, tasting the metal and each groove of the barrel before Sam pulls the gun out of your mouth. Saliva strings from your lips to the gun tip as you pant softly, your eyes meeting his wondering what he’s got in mind next.
“If I had any patience I’d fuck you with this gun, sweetheart.” Sam says hoarsely. His free hand swiftly undoes his jean button and fly, tugging them down enough to pull his cock out. “But I don’t.” He smirks sheepishly, though not very apologetically.
Sam’s cock springs free and he can’t help but stroke himself a few times as he takes a step closer. “Look what you do to me.” He moans. “Let me feel that perfect fucking mouth.”
Your mouth is open in an instant as you loll your tongue out. Sam slaps his tip on your tongue a few times before gently thrusting into your mouth trying his best to stay careful as you accustom to his cock. He groans as you take him as far as you can without gagging. “Shit…” He exhales, his hand digs into your hair, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, sending arousal coursing through you.
You start bobbing your head, closing your eyes to focus on taking his length as his hand in your hair guides you. As you suck, you feel the way his hips start to sway in time with your bobs as he moans. “Sweetheart, your tongue’s gonna kill me… God, I love your mouth.” He watches you suck him off, enjoying the way you gag every so often as you attempt to take him deeper which only serves to make him harder. His cock throbs as he pushes it a little farther, just enough to reach your throat, watching you take as much as you can before you gag. He pulls out just enough before going back in. “That’s it, baby, take all of it.”
Your eyes water while Sam’s are half lidded and clouded with arousal. Sam groans when he see’s your expression. “Damn it…” He huffs under his breath before tossing his gun to the ground, taking your head in both his hands. “I’m sorry, baby, I have to.” He murmurs before holding your head still, his hips moving to thrust his cock deeper into your throat. He pushed past your gag reflex, thrusting faster into your mouth as he fucks your throat.
Your hand comes up to rest on his forearm, holding it as you watch his face contort in ecstasy. He glances down and pulls his cock out just to the tip, keeping his sensitive head wrapped in your lips as you catch your breath. “I know, baby… you’re doing so good, it feels so fucking good.” His cock throbs as he speaks. He moans as you suckle his tip, a silent message to keep going, encouraging him to push his cock back into your mouth. “I’m not gonna last…” He sighs as he resumes his thrusts.
Your moans and gags are muffled around his swollen length. He stills himself deep in your throat for a moment, his cock twitching as he gasps out a whimper. His bush tickling your nose while his head falls back. “Fuck!…” He moans loudly before he quickly pulls out of your mouth, pumping himself zealously in his fist as he watches his cum spurt onto your face in thick ropes. You keep your mouth open, tongue out catching any stray drops of cum as you watch him stroke every rope of cum onto your face.
Sam pants as he comes down from his high, letting go of his slowly softening cock before tucking himself back into his pants. He looks down at his work, your face coated in his release. He couldn’t help but smile, that cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reaches to brush his cum away from your brow with his thumb as it threatened to drop into your eye. “Gorgeous.” He says proudly.
You smile. “You better have a way to clean this off.” You quip as Sam helps you to your feet.
“I’m sure we can find something.” Sam hums, pulling you into his arms. He brings his index up to gently scoop his cum from your cheek, bringing it to your mouth with a smug look. You couldn’t resist cleaning the cum off his finger, sucking it clean.
“I was hoping more for some innovative rag.” You jest, though you weren’t quite untruthful either. Sam chuckles before pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe your face as best as he can.
“When we pass a stream I promise to clean you properly.” He says reassuringly before his lips gently press to yours.
You smile into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. “‘Kay.” You murmur softly.