“What?”
I put my chopsticks down. “Well, Noah kind of bought some um... sexy underwear for me to wear for you.” Sawyer’s eyes darken. “But I, uh... I’m apparently very allergic to whatever fucking material that underwear is made from, and now my ass and balls are on fire.
“Oh my god, Aiden!” He laughs, getting up.
“No, really. Eat, it’s okay.”
Sawyer shakes his head. “Let me put all this away for later. I have stuff in the medicine cabinet to help.”
“This feels very weird.”I look behind, watching him sit on the toilet seat with allergy cream in hand.
“I’ve had my tongue inside you, putting steroid cream on your balls is nothing.” He laughs smearing cream along my crack. I know it looks bad. It feels fucking terrible. His cool hands run down the inside of my thighs, and that, yeah. That feels good. “Turn.”
I turn around and suck in a breath when he cups my balls. My head drops back. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He laughs, massaging my sac with the cream. “That’s good.” His shoulders are shaking with how hard he doesn’t want to full-on laugh. “You said you wouldn’t make fun.”
He laughs harder. When he’s done, he gets up and washes his hands as I slip on a pair of briefs and nearly sigh with relief. “Better, baby?”
I nod, washing my hands. “I’m sorry this sucked. I told you I’m not good at this shit.”
Sawyer’s arms wrap around my shoulders as he leans in for a kiss. “This was a very on-brand, chaotic, funny night.” He kisses me again. “This was perfect.”
“No, no it is not.”
He smiles, planting a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “How are your balls now?”
I glower. “Fine. Thank you,” I grit. And I mean it. While things didn’t come out like I expected, I’m still here with him, and any time that happens is the best day it can possibly be. “I know I’m out of commission, but can I touch you?”
Sawyer’s eyes darken with a smile before he pulls me into our room. Our room.He takes off his shirt and jeans, and I watch the way the fabric falls revealing his flawless skin. He gets on the bed, sitting like a king on a throne.
My throne.
I take my shirt off but leave the boxers, obviously. I lean over him with a kiss, feeling his fingers wind through my hair and cup the back of my head. He pulls back to look at me then dives back in, lying down and letting me hover over him.
I look down between our bodies, seeing his length in his boxers. I slip my hand inside and cup his dick before traveling down between his cheeks. I feel him stiffen and I pull my hand away. “What?”
“Just no penetration, okay? I don’t like it.” My fingers slip out of his boxers. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t apologize.” Instead, I slip his dick out of the fabric and lick up the center of his cock, feeling the way he shudders under me. He lifts his hips, slipping the fabric down his thighs, then draws his legs up and lets them fall open. “Plenty of fun stuff to play with.”
His back arches. “Fuck.” He squeezes his pec as I suck him down as far as my gag reflex will let me. He’s thick, and I use my mouth and hand for what doesn’t fit. I want him inside me, but I’m out of commission for a bit.
Thanks, Noah.
Even though, yeah, I was excited to try it. I’ve never explored anything like that.
Every day with Sawyer is new.
I’ll just need to be mindful of what the hell I’m wearing.
I jerk him root to tip, slowly, watching the way his vein rubs against my hand before I lean in, tracing it with my tongue. His crown is flushed deep purple, pearling with precum. I look up at him and slap his head against my tongue.
He looks drunk. “Is your dick okay?” I nod, licking his tip. “Show me. Make me come.” I pump him with purpose, alternating between using my hands and my mouth. My dick hardens, and I slip it out of the top of my briefs. Sawyer looks down at me then urges me forward. He slides my briefs down enough to let my hard cock spring out. “This okay?”
I nod fast, and suck in a breath when he jerks us together. “So good. Fuck, baby. So good for me.”
