“That’s all I wanted to hear.”
I went back down on him, increasing the suction on his cock as I added a third finger, petting that sweet spot, swallowing as his precum began to flood my mouth.
Finally, he arched up off the bed, twisting, thrusting, trying to go deeper, pushing back against my touch, frantic. So desperate for the thing that only I could provide. His orgasm was violent… and quiet as a whisper.
Spent, he dropped his hands from the headboard, reduced to a puddle.
Grinning, I turned him onto his stomach again and fucked back into him, loving how much more relaxed and loose he’d become. He groaned but clenched around me.
“You want my cum?”
He nodded. “Need it. Fill me up.”
“Want me to breed you again and again and again?”
“Yes.Please.”
“If I’m fucking you, who else is fucking you?” I asked.
“No one. Only you.”
“Be still, baby. Let me do what I want.”
He relaxed, and I did just that, thrusting into his willing body over and over, loving the way it jerked with each roll of my hips.
“You’re so small,” I gasped, nearly there from the combination of sensation and watching his body stretch around me. “But you take me so well.”
He nodded, a proud smile playing along his lips.
Reaching for the headboard, I gripped it tight, using it for leverage as I fucked him through a massive orgasm. I drained my balls into him, shivering from the squish of hot cum in his used channel.
I mirrored his relaxed, boneless pose, my deadweight squashing his smaller body, pushing him even farther into the mattress. “I wish I could stay inside you all day,” I said, hating how quickly I was softening.
I stayed in him as long as I could, then pulled out and carried him into the bathroom. After letting the shower heat up, I stepped into the tub with him, pressing my fingers inside again, thrilled at the evidence that came away on my fingertips. I washed him thoroughly, inside and out, enjoying the feel of his soft, overworked muscles under my fingertips.
“I love breeding you,” I said, my voice a harsh rasp.
“Mmm. I love being bred.” He leaned back against me.
While I was glad he’d enjoyed what we’d done, those hadn’t been the words I really wanted to say.
CHAPTER 15
hendrix
The weekend after the big community Thanksgiving meal at the Meeting House, Sawyer had to go to Dallas for a company meeting. Like the Agnes that he was, he reached out to Ozzie to make sure I wasn’t left alone for the nights he’d be gone.
Did I feel bad about calling him Agnes after he’d dicked me down again and again over the last several days? Maybe. A little. I mean—fuck me standing—that man could plow me like a field any fucking day of the week.
Hands down and by a country mile, Sawyer was the best lay I’d ever had. Even more surprising, he seemed content to let me get my snuggles in. I knew it was contradictory, my love of both one-night stands and being the small spoon, but as the poet once said, I contained multitudes.
With Sawyer out of town, Ozzie and Walker picked me up for the Cavanaugh outcast Sunday brunch. I’d heard good things but had never been.
The other benefit of getting absolutely plundered by a legend was that any remaining heartache over Walker being in love with Ozzie had sorta… vanished. Not to compare or anything, and Iwas sure Walker was great in bed, but I doubted he’d consider making me stay absolutely quiet while he fucked me.
I also doubted he’d unzip and order me to suck his cock while he made breakfast before hitting the road. Nor did he seem the type to have me slide down onto his engorged shaft and then force me to sit perfectly still, his zipper biting into my delicate skin, while he fed me scrambled eggs and toast from his plate.
Whatever his skills, Walker could not have made me come in that position with a few strokes and a guttural “good boy” buzzing in my ear. He definitely wouldn’t have wiped his spent dick with the breakfast napkins, tucked himself away, and walked out the door with a warning tobe good.
