Hard and waiting.
The perfect distraction from the things I’m feeling. “Sawyer.”
His breath fans over my neck, his lips grazing my skin causing a full-body shiver. He always smells so goddamn sweet. “What?”
I go to say one thing, and then a thought pops into my head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” He presses a kiss to my neck.
“When you have sex, which do you prefer?”
Sawyer’s lips freeze on my skin. “You mean do I top or bottom?” I nod. “I top. Why?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He pulls back, sitting up to look down at me. “Your back?—”
“It’s okay.” I lean back into him. “It feels fine. I’ll leave my shirt on.” I’m grinding back now, just needing to turn these thoughts off. “If you want to.”
“I think you can feel how badly I want to.” Sawyer leans down, gently tilting my head to kiss me. He’s pressed so carefully against me. “Do you need to be fucked, Aiden?” he purrs, and I nod against his lips. I reach back, finding his hair and tugging him closer. “Yeah, you need to be fucked.” His lips press to the back of my neck before I feel him get up. A drawer opens and I try to look behind with zero luck.
I turn a little to watch him. “I want to shower first.” My face burns. I have no clue how to do this. I showered hours ago, but it’ll make me feel better.
“Go ahead.” He kisses the back of my head and I get up.
I peel off my shirt and look in the mirror. The wounds look clean now, though they bled for a day or two after.
In the shower, I scrub myself raw, careful to not get my bandages soaked. I’m eager and equally scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t know what to expect.
Then I think about his fingers in the car and everything we’ve done since. I don’t know what to expect, but I know Sawyer will treat me like he always does.
With care.
I turn off the water and dry off with a towel, not bothering to put anything back on. When I walk into the room, Sawyer smiles. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I look down at my body. “You’re delusional.”
He laughs.
“Can I have another shirt?”
Sawyer nods, going to his dresser and handing me a blue T-shirt. I take it, slipping it on, and then inhale. Fuck. “Smells like you.”
“Yeah?” He walks over to me, kissing my lips with a gentle touch. He reaches between my legs stroking my cock. “Get on the bed, Aiden.”
I lie down on my back and watch him settle between my legs. I draw them up, looking down at him.
“You sure?” My nerves are starting to rattle me. What if it’s not good? What if he gets bored or something doesn’t feel right?
I can’t relax.
“I’m sure.” His palm lands on my ass cheek and he jiggles it with his hand. “Obsessed with this ass.” He runs his fingers along my skin. “Sexy stretch marks.” His fingers touch and play like they’re helpless to do anything else.
“You think stretch marks are sexy?”
“Yes.” He traces his fingers over the little white lines from my hips all the way over my cheeks. I’ve always had them for as long as I can remember. “You’re stunning.” He presses slow kisses tothe inside of my thigh, soft and lingering, while his warm eyes watch me. My mouth parts when I feel his breath on my balls.
He pulls my ass apart. Warm air crawls along my crack. His hands rest on my hips. “Sawyer, what?—”
