It always came down to his freaking pride.

“[Sam]: “… The moment your tongue met the head of my c#ck I almost fucking lost …”

“… You were summer and freedom and everything I hadn’t had in so long. Everythin…”

“She surrounded him. Wet, hot. Indescribable. Spasms rocked her, and she lost he…”

“Either it would save him or be the death of him.”