Page 81 of Heartsmashed
He was breathing hard, his lips swollen and red and looking so damn good that I worried I might come too soon. Especially with the way his cock brushed against mine, and how he looked at me like he needed to take it all in or I’d disappear.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, steadying himself with a hand on my abs. Then it moved lower, down to tease the head of my cock—our cocks. “You stay just like that. I need to…”
He didn’t finish that sentence, moving down my body to sit between my thighs. His hand curled around the base of my dick and he leaned forward, his mouth hovering over the head.
With his eyes locked on mine, his tongue came out to lick the pre-cum beading from the slit. I didn’t breathe as I watched him close his eyes and moan around the taste of me, the picture he made so hot I clutched at the sheets in an effort to stay still.
“Fuck, Sawyer,” I said as he wrapped his lips around my dick, opened his eyes to look at me, and swallowed me down.
It was involuntary, the way my back arched, making my hips shoot up to chase his mouth.
“Damn you’re good at that,” I said, and I didn’t miss the proud smile as he licked at me like I was his favorite Popsicle.
This version of Sawyer wasn’t tentative or shy, not anymore. He was taking what he wanted, and I thanked God in that moment that he wanted me.
Peter was an absolute fucking idiot.
My fingers tightened in Sawyer’s hair and he lifted his head, his hand still working me over.
“I need to fuck you,” I said, and he didn’t have to say a word; his blown-out pupils told me that was exactly how we both wanted this to go down.
He kept stroking me as he sat up, lips glistening with my pre-cum. “Where do you want me?”
“Any way I can have you.”
He gave me a sexy smirk, bent down to kiss the head of my dick, and then moved beside me on his hands and knees.
“Goddamn. You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”
He was perfect. All this time he’d been hiding the sexual menace that wanted to come out and play, and I was happy to entertain him for as long, and for as many times, as he wanted.
“Not until I have you,” he said, and I groaned, standing so I could grab a condom and lube out of my bag.
It’d been a little wishful thinking on my part when I’d packed it, but thank fuck I’d had enough sense to be prepared, because it would’ve been a tragedy if I’d had to resist Sawyer on all fours, his ass begging me to come take a bite.
He stopped me dead in my tracks, and it was all I could do to get the condom rolled on and lubed up with the way he looked at me over his shoulder.
Sawyer was beautiful, sexy beyond belief, but it was even more than that. The strength and vulnerability he showed made me want to wrap him in my arms and never let him go. To kiss him, breathe him in, fuck him, be with him, show him what it meant to be cared for emotionally and physically.
I’d known I wanted him, but it hit me then, as I climbed up behind him and ran my palm over his right cheek, just how much.
I touched him reverently, memorizing every inch of him as I lubed my fingers, spread him open, and slowly pushed one finger inside—getting him ready for me, stretching him, adding another finger when he pushed back on me, wanting more.
“So perfect,” I murmured, mesmerized by the sound of his breathing, all the soft moans he made as he begged for me to take him.
His hole beckoned, and God, I wanted to tongue-fuck him, spend hours learning what drove him out of his mind. I hoped I’d get a chance to, that tonight wasn’t the only time we’d be together like this.
But if it was…
I plumped his cheeks, spreading them and guiding my cock to his entrance. I was so hard I could punch through steel, and I had to force myself to enter him slowly, inch by inch. His ass was so tight and hot, taking all of my cock like he was made for me.
Sawyer dropped his head forward, finally taking in a deep breath when I bottomed out inside him, staying there and letting him get used to me.
Leaning over him, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pressed kisses along his spine, waiting for him to signal when he was ready for more, letting my throbbing dick have a chance to calm down so this wasn’t over too soon.
Shit, that had never happened before, and I wouldn’t let this be the first time.
