Page 88 of Heartsmashed
My back hit the wood as Sawyer crowded me in, never breaking our connection, angling his head to suck on my tongue.
I moaned around the onslaught, cradling his head in my hands as he reached down to palm my erection. It didn’t take much to make me hard as a fucking rock when I was around him, but watching him take control had done it even quicker.
“Gonna make you come,” he whispered against my lips, “down my throat.”
Fuck. Me.
When he pulled back to look at me, my head hit the door. That reaction was apparently all Sawyer needed—a sexy glint entered his dark eyes and he sank to his knees, sliding my boxer briefs down with him.
I threaded my hands through his hair, needing something to hold on to, because seeing him down there—and still wearing my clothes—was so damn sexy. I felt greedy, dying for his mouth to wrap around me again, like he hadn’t already blown my mind last night when he sucked my cock.
He cradled my balls in one hand, looking up at me under his lashes as his mouth finally made contact.
I sucked in a breath when he flicked his tongue across the head, fingers curling around my shaft. Then his mouth slid down, inch by inch, and I was mesmerized, couldn’t stop watching how I disappeared between his lips.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” I murmured, tightening my fingers in his hair.
A growl escaped his throat, the vibration around my dick sending a shiver through me. The sensation was too much and not enough, and like he knew, he moved his mouth faster, getting me off at a pace that meant I wouldn’t last long.
Sawyer knew exactly what he was doing, dragging those full lips up and down my length, then switching things up and pumping me with his hand so he could gently suck and lick along my sensitive glans underneath.
“Sawyer, shit. That feels…too good.”
I was a man gone, and the sinful look Sawyer gave me told me he knew that and was feeling supremely satisfied about it. He was a man who knew exactly how to drive me out of my mind, and he was not letting up. Not when my legs began to tremble, or when I shoved my hips forward, somehow getting even deeper. And sure as hell not when I warned him I was getting close, because that only seemed to spur him on.
“Oh God. Sawyer—” My breath hitched and our eyes connected just as the rush of my climax swept me away. I think I shouted his name, or maybe I just yelled—I didn’t know, because my ears were ringing, my body went white hot, and the ecstasy was more than I could take.
Sawyer swallowed every last drop of me, the back of his throat working around the head of my cock and sending ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body. It felt never-ending, and he sucked me through it, watching me fall apart.
My fingers loosened in his hair, and I ran them through his dark strands as my vision slowly came back.
Sawyer was still kneeling at my feet, and he drew his lips off me and pressed a kiss to the tip.
He was so unbelievably beautiful. That was all I could think as I stared down at him, and then held my hand out to help him to his feet.
His grin wasn’t shy at all—he was fully owning the fact that he’d left me speechless.
He wiped the corner of his mouth and then caged me in once again, his hands moving to either side of my head on the door. “Nowthatwas better than coffee.”
“Please don’t write that down at the next game night.”
“Oh you know I wi—” He stopped suddenly, as if something had occurred to him, and then his smile slowly grew. “Thenextgame night? You plan on being around for that?”
The fact my heart skipped a beat then had nothing to do with the insane orgasm he’d just given me and everything to do with realizing how badly I wanted more than just this week with him.
“Well,” I said, moving my hands to his waist, “that depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.”
Sawyer’s grin softened and he leaned in to kiss me, giving me his answer without words.
“I don’t want you rushing into something you’re not ready for,” I said when we pulled back, cupping his face between my hands. “But I won’t lie. I’d like to see where this goes.”
Won’t lie? Youarelying.
Sawyer bit his lower lip, but the flush of his cheeks gave him away. “I want that too.”
