“Good boy.”
I didn’t think anyone had ever dared call meboyin bed. I had to say… it was a fucking tasty slice of kink I hadn’t known I needed in my life. If he kept that up, this night might be over before it began.
Before my mind could meander down any additional pathways, I froze at the sound of a zipper being undone and the rustle of cloth. I turned to look over my shoulder, but he grabbed the back of my head. “Keep your eyes on the headboard,” he said as cold lube met my most intimate place.
The sheets had been freshly laundered, so there was a comforting scent, mixed with the feeling of… whatever the hell this was. I gasped when his naked cock tapped against my hole.
“Holy shit. I didn’t think I’d ever go raw,” I whispered.
“Guess that means you belong to me,” he said in my ear, pushing his fat head past the ring of muscle.
I jumped as pain and pleasure went to war, but his steady grip on my shoulder calmed me. “Keep taking it for me, Hendrix. I know you can do it.”
The fine hairs at the back of my neck stood up at the certainty and praise in his voice. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax.
“Good.Good,” he said, sliding farther inside me. “Your hole feels just as perfect as it tastes,” he murmured, moving his hands to my hips as he seated himself fully.
I’d never felt so owned by another human. Being an exclusive bottom didn’t necessarily indicate who was controlling the situation. As something of a celebrity, I had found that my partners often assumed I wanted to be in charge. The thing was, I bottomed because I both liked the physical sensations and loved giving up control. And Sawyer was taking control. Like he could read my mind, like he knew exactly what I needed from him.
“This okay?” he asked, giving a test pump.
“More than,” I gritted out.
“Excellent.”
I was tempted to look back again, to watch him as he fucked me, fully clothed, but he’d said I had to look at the headboard, so I looked at the goddamn headboard. He began speeding up his thrusts, tightening his grip on me. The sharp metal of his zipper bit at the sensitive skin of my inner cheek.
My dick was greedy for attention, so I took hold of it, only to have my hand slapped away. “You come on my cock, or you don’t come at all,” Sawyer said, his voice rough.
Seriously, who was this guy?
I whimpered in acknowledgment and went down to my forearms, changing the angle. Sawyer grunted and leaned forward, grabbing the low headboard, thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Snaking a hand to my chest, he found a pebbled nipple, which he pinched, again and again.
I cried out, and he smoothed a thumb over the abused nub. “Too much?”
“Never enough,” I choked out.
Another low sound emanated from his chest, and he yanked me back onto his haunches. I was basically sitting on his cock, my back against his chest, loving the slide of his fine clothing against my bare skin. I didn’t know if I could come on his cock alone—I’d never done that before—but I wanted to believe I could. He had me riding the edge of an orgasm so huge I was going to go out of my mind.
He brought both hands to my chest, abusing my nipples while thrusting up so hard I could practically feel it in my back teeth. He’d already done a damn fine job of hitting my P-spot, but this new angle was insistent. Brutal. My cock leaked even more furiously, warm liquid sliding down to my balls.
He moved one hand to my neck, the other to my lower belly, pressing hard so that his cock was pushing against his fingers from inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure first sparked, then became a conflagration, stealing my breath, taking over every nerve and synapse in my body.
“Coming,” I moaned.
He slapped his hand over my mouth. “I said no talking,” he growled, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it before.
I panted against his palm, my taint pulsing violently before the orgasm fully hit. When it did, my climax was like rocket fuel.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted as I clenched around him. My cum spattered all over the sheets. He slid his hands under my arms, grasping my shoulders for ultimate torque.
I lifted my eyes to the window above the headboard, finally glimpsing Sawyer’s reflection. I barely recognized him. He was fully clothed, yes, but what I saw revealed so much that he might as well have been naked. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a man possessed, as though fucking me was the difference between life and death. He grunted, and his eyes caught mine in the glass as his hot cum filled me.
Neither of us looked away, locked on each other as he spilled everything he had. Finally, he slowed his thrusts and broke eye contact, pushing me back down onto my hands and knees. I whimpered as he pulled away, then gasped when his hands landed on my cheeks and spread me wide.
After a moment, his warm seed started dripping down my balls. “Beautiful,” he whispered, running a finger through the cum. “What a perfect little hole.”
I shivered, not because his words were cold, but because they were said with such warmth. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined Sawyer Finch like this.
