Whatever I try to say morphs into a moan. Warm wet heat licks along my ass crack and up along my balls until he travels his tongue up to the crown of my cock.
His lips wrap around my head, sucking me into his mouth, and my fingers tighten in the sheets. Oh fuck. I hear the click of a cap before his wet hand runs along the seam of my balls. His hand moves along my crack, rubbing, massaging, driving me crazy.
His pinky runs over my hole.
He slips inside and my body tenses at the slight pressure. Then I’m taken back to the night of the car. His fingers. His lips. My stomach dips as he slides it all the way inside. Thrusting in and out, in and out, he leans in, kissing the crease where my pelvic bone meets my thigh.
“So warm, Aiden.”
He kisses again, then nips my thigh.
“Can this pretty cunt stretch for me? Or did we land on pussy?” I feel him grin. “I can’t remember.” I groan when he slips his ring finger in with his pinky.
“I don’t care,” I choke out. Whatever he wants to call it, it’s his. My body is all fucking his. His thumb smooths along my crease. It’s like being massaged from the inside out.
“Does this feel good?”
I reach for him, trying to touch him. I want to feel him. He kisses that spot then nuzzles his nose into my pubes with a groan as his fingers stretch me. The loose shirt is enough of a barrier for my back. It aches, but it’s nothing like the fire I felt when I first came here.
I don’t know if I’m numb to it or just so fucking happy here in this bed that I don’t care about the pain.
“Get naked.” I groan as he reaches deeper. “Sawyer?—”
“Yeah?”
I nod. His fingers stretch me and I push back, needing more, craving his fingers deeper. His soft lips map a path over the sensitive skin between my balls and my ass. I don’t deserve this slice of happiness, but I’m drowning here in this bed and I don’t want to come up for air. “Carefully spread your legs a little more.”
Then he stands up and takes his boxers off. My eyes go right to his dick. I reach out, running my fingertips down the defined lines of his abs. His cock juts forward.
He gets back on the bed between my thighs, and I grab myself under my knees, pulling my legs back. “Damn.” His hands land on my ass, giving them a jiggle before he grabs my cheeks and spreads me open. “Fuck, Aiden.” Kisses land on the inside of my thighs, close to my balls, before he peppers them softly all over my skin.
His fingers rub my rim before they’re replaced by the warm, heavenly stroke of his tongue. “Oh shit.” I reach for him as he licks and sucks my hole. “Holy shit.” Fuck, this feels—“Sawyer.” My head hits the pillow as I grab the back of his head and pull him deeper. He rewards me with his tongue, the soft slide setting my skin on fire. His fingers wrap around my cock, milking me as his tongue works me open. I’ve never felt a thing like it. All the while he hums and moans happily, pushing me over the edge. It’s a soft tease, and his chuckle when I whine is cuter than I want it to be.
“You taste so fucking good.” He dives back in. Takes his time. I’m a fucking puddle by the time he lets up and fits himself over me. His soft heat and sweet smell fill my lungs and I swallow, ignoring the tightening in my gut.
It’s just sex.
No big deal.
People have sex all the time. Sawyer has sex all the time, most likely.
The main thing right now is how comfortable I am in this bed. He eases all my nerves. I don’t feel like I’m letting my guard down. I feel like Sawyer’s protecting me, that nothing bad could touch me here under him. It’s something I’ve never felt. It’s soft and secure and feels an awful lot like I trust him.
Do I trust him?
I’ve never trusted anyone.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he whispers. “I’m negative, and I’m on PrEP, but if you want, I have some.”
I can’t stop myself. His handsome face is inches from mine, his hips between my thighs, his cock rubbing idly against mine. My fingers go to his hips. “When’s the last time you fucked someone?” I don’t know why I want to know. I don’t, right? But I feel like I need to.
His black brows pull together. “I’m not sure. At least a year. I was so focused on my mom and my bakery there wasn’t much time for fun.” He laughs awkwardly. “We can use condoms, it’s okay.” He kisses my head.
“I don’t want to.” I reach down, stroking him slowly and watching his eyes flutter at the touch. “I’m negative.”
“When was the last time for you?” he whispers. My body goes numb. Should I tell him? I don’t want to. It’s embarrassing. Instead, I shake my head. “It’s been a really long time.” Understatement.
He nods with a soft smile. “No condom, then. If you change your mind, that’s okay. About any of this, alright?” He kisses me quickly before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lube.
