He rises onto his knees between my legs and squirts some into his hand. Goddamn. He’s fucking beautiful. Up on my elbows, I drink him in, his tan skin slightly slick with sweat. Every line and ridge of his abs is hard earned, and dark hair dusts a path down to his cock. He’s big. Bigger than I may be ready to take, but I want him so fucking bad I could scream.
Sawyer looks at me, a slightly cocky smirk on his lips as he gives himself a slow stroke.
Fuck, I want it.
He covers me again, and his lips hover close to my ear. With his body pressed tightly to mine, his cock rubs against my ass as he slides two fingers inside me again. My back arches, and I hiss. “Careful,” he whispers and kisses my ear.
“I can’t help it.” I look up at him and my breath catches at the way he’s looking at me.
Face-to-face. It’s a lot. I’m not sure what’s happened in this bed this week, but I’m weak and willing to do whatever he asks. My eyes trail over every inch of his tan skin.
“Look at me.” I do, and I can’t look away. My legs widen on instinct as he slides his two fingers out then slips them back inside me. “Holy shit, baby.”
I swallow. My eyes flutter closed feeling him stretch me. I feel helpless in the best way, unable to do anything but feel the way his fingers open me up. “It’s good.” It’s amazing. “So good, Sawyer.”
“Your pretty cunt is squeezing me.” He smirks. “You want my dick bad, huh?” I nod fast. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Please.” I choke. “Fuck, that’s... holy shit.” He does that wicked thing with his fingers again and I moan loudly, unashamed of the noises that leave me. I feel it everywhere, humming in my toes, my spine, my balls. “More. More, holy shit.”
“Yeah?” He thrusts them inside while he fists himself. “Are you ready?”
Ready? No. Not for the oncoming feeling that’s threatening to consume me. It makes me think of Cam. How months ago he was desperately trying to make sense of his relationship with his now boyfriend. I told him it was stupid, and I was right. This feeling is stupid in the best way possible.
“Fuck me, Sawyer.” I need it.
I need it so I can get it out of my system and move the fuck on.
He slips his fingers out then lines his head up, slowly stroking my opening with the tip of his cock. A soft smile spreads on his lips. Damn he’s handsome. Painfully so.
“Fuck, Aiden,” he whispers, teasing his head along my rim and sending shocks of fire throughout my body. “So fucking pretty.”
“Give it to me.”
A small gasp leaves my lips at the pressure.
“You okay?”
I look down, noticing my fingers biting into the skin of his thigh. He gives me another inch. The fullness is more than I’m prepared for.
My hand slides over his thigh as I nod. “I’m fine.” He leans over me and it’s the worst fucking thing he could do right now. He pushes in a bit deeper, his dark eyes watching me with the calculated intensity of a predator. I feel like his prey.
Weak and submissive.
It feels like the best feeling in the world.
I’ve clearly lost my fucking mind.
It’s the only way to explain the way my arms wrap around his neck as he slides deeper. “Oh fuck, Aiden,” he whispers then dusts kisses across my lips as he thrusts slowly. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”
I’ve already lost my mind. I hug him tighter, pull him deeper, as his hips fuck me in slow body-melting strokes that make every inch of my skin come alive. My fingers dive into his black hair, his lips on my neck, my jaw, then he lays a kiss between my eyes.
It shifts the energy, making the air heavier than anything I’ve ever felt. “Sawyer.”
“Your back okay?” he whispers.
My legs are wrapped tightly around him, and I’m clinging onto him like he’s the last lifeline I have to earth. Everything’s too heavy. It’s too much. The moment melting, becoming too sticky. It’s hard to wade through what I’m feeling.
“I’m fine.” I’m dying.
