Sawyer quickly scooped up some of the liquid, coating his fingers with it before pressing two fingers in, moving them around to stretch Stefan out. It just made Stefan cry out more, his head thrashing back and forth on the table.
"More," Stefan begged.
Sawyer was happy to oblige, pressing in a third finger. As he moved his fingers around, he knew he had brushed against his prostate when Stefan's cries started to rise, nearing shouting level.
Pulling his fingers free, he grabbed his hard cock and pushed it against Stefan's quivering flesh. Sawyer could hear Stefan's quick inhale as he pushed in to the hilt. Stefan's body seemed to just suck him right in until he was balls deep inside the man. It felt amazing. His cock was surrounded on every side by wet, hot, silk that felt like it massaged him when he wasn't even moving.
He watched as he slowly pushed his hard cock into Stefan's body then pulled out just as slowly. It was an erotic, intoxicating sight. No matter how he moved, whether slow or fast, the result was the same, fucking intense!
Sawyer grabbed Stefan's ankles and held them in the air, spreading the man's legs as far as they would go. He spread his knees a little and angled his thrusts up more. He began pounding fiercely into him, over and over again. He knew he hit Stefan's sweet spot when the man cried out.
He could feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He knew he was just a few thrusts away from release, and he wanted Stefan to join him. He wanted Stefan to experience the same joyous pleasure he did.
With one hand, he grabbed Stefan's cock, quickly stroking him even as his thrusts became more ferocious. Sawyer heard the man cry out, filling the space between them and covering Sawyer's hand with his seed. He moved his hips a few more times, satisfaction filling him when Stefan cried out more.
He tossed his head back and roared out his pleasure as he came, ropes of pearly wetness hitting his stomach and chest. His chest heaving, lights sparking in his eyes, Sawyer dropped his head down to lean against Stefan's.
Sawyer finally collapsed down on Stefan, holding the mass of his weight off of him by his arms as he lifted his head to look down at him. He chuckled at the dazed look in Stefan's eyes as he looked back. He reached up and stroked the side of Stefan's flushed and sweaty face until the man opened his eyes. He smiled down at him.
"You are, without a doubt, the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen in my life."
Stefan's grin was sleepy and sexy as hell. "You're not so bad yourself."
Sawyer was still stunned that Stefan had accepted him so easily after what the mechs had done to him, but he was done fighting it. His need for the man was a deep ache in his gut. He was tired of being alone when what he wanted most in the world was right here in his arms.
"Still gonna marry me?"
Stefan's breath caught. His eyes turned to liquid as they filled. "You still want to marry me?"
"I do."
Stefan's eyebrow rose. "Remember that statement."
Sawyer chuckled as he pulled Stefan closer and hugged him tight. "I doubt I'll ever forget it."
It was the statement that was going to give him back his life.
Chapter Thirteen
Stefan rolled over when he felt Sawyer move. "Where are you going?" he asked when he saw that the man was beginning to dress.
Sawyer glanced over his shoulder. "Hey, babe, I was trying to let you sleep. Sorry if I woke you."
"I'm good." Stefan sat up, rubbed his hands over his face, then glanced at Sawyer again. "Where are you going?" he asked again.
"I was going to make breakfast for everyone. Sam and Butler should be back with Foster pretty soon. I'd like to get things started before then."
Stefan frowned. "Why?"
Was he expecting trouble?
"I think once they get here, we'll have a lot to discuss. We could all do with a good meal to stick to our ribs before then."
Okay, that made sense.
"I don't suppose you have coffee in that magic storage room of yours?"
He could hope.
