Chapter 32 Aiden #2
He laughs, shaking his head. “It doesn’t, but my mother was an amazing cook.
It’s what she loved to do more than anything—feed people and just be around family and friends.
Realizing now how small her world must have seemed, I get why she always loved to do this for her customers.
They were family to her.” He takes another bite.
“Did Hunter tell you about this?” I nod.
“He’s a good friend.” He bites his bottom lip.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Not upset. Just so happy. I guess I’m finally finding the light now.
I miss her and she’s gone, but no one can take away the impact she had or the memories that are mine.
I’ll continue to get little reminders. That feels nice.
This feels nice. Not sad.” He brushes a stray tear from his face, and I shift in my seat.
Fuck, it’s getting harder. I want to strip out of my skin. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“You haven’t stopped moving since you sat down.”
I sigh. “I um. I have an issue, and I’m trying really hard to ignore it so you can eat, but I’m dying.”
“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.”
“Faster, fuck, I’m almost—”
“Yeah?” he purrs, kissing me hard. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan, rolling my hips against him. He pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Aiden. Fuck. I’m close. Fuck.”
“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” His lips mash against mine as he moans, And warmth hits my stomach as he comes. I’m right there behind him, thrusting into his fist. He sags back against the bed, holding his messy fingers up. Cum paints his stomach.
I look up at him then drag my tongue across it, and he sits up on his elbows watching me as I latch my lips around his nipple.
“Fuck.”
I curl my fingers in the back of his hair, and he looks up at me as I take his fingers, sucking them clean one by one.
“Fuck.”
I kiss him hard, and moan as he licks into my mouth.
He cups my face to look at him, then he pulls me down against his body, rolling onto his side with me in his arms. “Fuck, that was good.”
“I’m sorry about touching you like that.”
Sawyer smiles at me, smoothing my hair off my forehead. “It’s okay. It’s just not something I enjoy. He lifts my hand to his asscheek, and I cup and massage it in my hand. “I just don’t have the same pleasure response some people have. It gives me anxiety. It doesn’t feel good.”
“You don’t have to explain it.” It’s not even something I need. “There’s nothing missing in our relationship.”
“Some guys I’ve been with or tried to date didn’t want to be with me if I didn’t. It’s not for me, though, and I know you’ve never, but—” I kiss him, not sure what he’s so worked up about. Sawyer is perfect. Literally, painfully perfect.
And he’s mine. And he loves me. I still don’t know why, most days.
“I don’t need it.” I kiss him again. “I just need you. This is more than enough.” I feel him relax in real time in my arms. My hand smooths up his spine. “I love you so much.” I smile. Real and genuine. “I’ve never felt like this in my life.”
“I love you too.” He leans in and kisses me. “We have game night tomorrow,” he whines. “Do you think we can back out?”
“Probably not.”
He groans.
“They’re your insane friends.”
Sawyer grins up at me widely. “Hey. They’re your insane friends now too.”