His cheeks glisten when he grins. “I knew you had a cheat code.”
Slumping into his chest, my arms are too weak to even wrap around his neck. “What was that? I thought you’d never done this before.” A stupid smile is plastered to my lips as I bask in the fuzzy euphoria.
His abs ripple when he laughs. “Just some stupid thing that would get me extra lives in old video games.”
“Well it certainly made me feel like I was reborn.” I tug his head down and taste myself in his kiss.
“Sawyer?” I whisper, running my nails through his unruly dark hair. “Take me to bed.” My hand drifts down between us to stroke his long, hard cock.
A shiver runs through him when I touch him.
But he easily stands, lifting me with him.
So strong and fit.
He sets me gently on the mattress, but then stands awkwardly like he doesn’t know what to do next.
“Come here.” I let my legs dangle over the edge, gesturing for him to stand between my knees. “It’s my turn.”
Still, he hesitates. “Val—” His palms drape over his crotch. “—I just need a second or I’m gonna…” His ribs flex with his heavy panting.
“That’s the idea.” I reach out and tug him by the mushroomed head of his erection closer. “To come and come again.”
His pouty lower lip rolls between his teeth and his nostrils flare. “I just didn’t know if—” He squeezes his eyes shut when I stroke the full, impressive length of him.
“What? One and done?” That makes me snort. “How many times have you gotten off in a single day?”
He hisses a sharp inhale when I cup his tightening sack.
“A bunch. Hell, three last night,” he grits with his fists bunched against his thighs.
“Oh, what a good boy.” I’m going to have so much fun with him. “Sawyer? Look at me.”
I wait until his baby blues lock on mine, then slowly open my mouth to lick the very tip of his leaking cock.
His Adam’s apple bobs furiously as a quake runs through his lean, naked body. Veins in his arms bulge, betraying just how much he’s struggling.
With one, long, continuous swirl, I keep my gaze on him as I pull a pearled droplet from his slit.
A high pitched moan punctuates his pants.
It’s such a turn on seeing him fight himself. All because he wants to pleasemeover his own needs.
So slowly, I take him between my parted lips and grip his shaft, guiding him deeper in lengthening strokes.
He’s so fucking big I have to force myself to relax.
But I’m just as determined as he is.
I wantallof him.
“Val,” he rasps. Sweat prickles over his spasming belly. “I’m, I’m—” He tries to pull away.
Nope.
With my other hand, I snug my fingers around the top of his scrotum, trapping him by the balls as I speed up.
His long groan is punctuated by his clenching thrusts, driving himself deeper as he erupts.
