Chapter Five #2
Sawyer slides his hands down my back, my skin scorching hot where he touches it, until they’re on my ass, making me gasp into his mouth as the realization of why we’re here in the first place comes back to me.
My eyes snap open and I jerk my head back, only semi-intentionally ending the kiss. Sawyer’s mouth catches mine, giving me another chaste peck before he moves away slightly, our faces just a whisper apart.
“What do you want, Blake?” he asks for what feels like a millionth time tonight. And for the millionth time tonight, I don’t have a coherent answer.
Not with words, anyway.
So instead of offering him any, I crash my mouth against his again and grab his shoulders, spinning us around and pushing my body against his.
Sawyer walks back, dragging me along with him. Or maybe it’s me following him like there’s a part deep inside me that’s scared if he goes too far, his body will be lost to me forever.
And then I’m dragged down as Sawyer falls back on his bed, and I land on top of his strong frame.
My body works on autopilot, and maybe I’ve checked my brain at the door as I sit up, straddling his thighs, and my fingers quickly undo his belt and grab one end, pulling it out of its loops.
I discard it on the floor and my hands start working on his zipper, but my eyes fall to his chest instead.
I can’t stop from leaning down and placing small, close-mouthed kisses all along the scar lining his chest.
Sawyer shifts under me and lets out an uncomfortably sounding whine.
I straighten back up momentarily. “Is this okay?” I ask, my breaths coming in short, shallow bursts.
He puts his palms on my waist and runs his gaze across my face. “Yeah. You just took me by surprise.”
I exhale with relief. But maybe it’s not okay after all because before I can lower down again and resume kissing his scar, letting him know I don’t mind it at all, Sawyer pushes off the mattress and spins us around.
My back hits the bed and bounces, and Sawyer’s chest appears on top of me as he hovers above me on all fours.
I don’t have time to blink as he grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up, all but tearing it off my body.
My arms land above my head, and I keep them there, rendered motionless when Sawyer reaches for the button of my jeans and undoes them before pulling them off me just as swiftly, along with my underwear. And before I know it, I'm lying, naked, with my hands above my head, offering my body to him.
“You know,” he rasps as he sits up, knees positioned on either side of my hips, and pulls his pants down, exposing his cock and making my mouth water. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.”
He fumbles with the legs of his pants, urgency in his moves as he strips.
“So you’ve been imagining me, then?” I ask, my eyes fixed on his groin, examining the trimmed, black hair surrounding the base of his cock.
“What do you think?”
“Show me.”
He laughs then. “That’s my trick. Nice try, though.”
And before I can say anything else, he lowers his body until his chest presses against mine, and—
A tiny “Ohh” escapes me when his hard cock brushes against mine as he moves his hips down.
I’m completely still, save for my pounding heart, as he slides down ever so slightly and drags his body up.
Everything about this is surreal. With Sawyer’s entire body so close to me, and the strangest sensation of another man’s cock against mine, my mind spirals, and I’m hoping, I’m fucking praying, I won’t pass out from sensory overload.
I place my hands on Sawyer’s back, wishing it would keep me grounded and alert. I don’t want to miss a single second of whatever he’s willing to give me.
“You alright?” Sawyer’s hoarse voice is so close yet so far away at the same time, and I realize my eyes have fallen closed, and I’m gritting my teeth to the point my jaw hurts.
It takes a great deal of strength to get my mouth to operate. “Just keep fucking doing that.”
He shifts his body weight to the side, supporting himself on one forearm, and brings his other hand to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it.
If he wanted to choke me right now, I’d let him.
He doesn’t.
His fingers massage the underside of my jaw as his hips roll against mine.
His movements are rough and choppy. There’s no layer of lubrication between our cocks, the friction hard and unforgiving. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Yet here I am, allowing my hips to buck up, my cock pressing harder against his, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body.
Sawyer slides his hand up, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling my head to the side. And then, his mouth is on my neck, sucking and nibbling, biting the lobe of my ear with just enough might to set my body on fire.
I simultaneously melt into the mattress and arch my body up, seeking every point of contact I can find, bringing me even closer to the man on top of me.
He’s heavy—heavier than anything I’ve ever felt on top of me but it’s not enough. It’s something I’ve grown to learn a while ago—no matter what he does or how much he gives me, it’s never really enough.
Coldness hits my chest, taking me by surprise, and I realize Sawyer’s body is no longer on me, his heat gone, leaving my cock neglected and yearning for more. He kneels in front of me and runs his palms along my sides.
“Why?” I ask, my voice whiny.
He tilts his head, his gaze scorching and scrutinizing, and he takes his time, torturing me before saying, “I thought you said you wanted more.”
“I did. I do. I…”
Words fail me, and all I can do is lay there, restless and longing, as the mattress under my legs bounces and Sawyer gets to his feet in front of the bed, standing before me in all his naked glory.
His muscles glisten with sweat, bulging beneath his tanned skin. He’s too much to look at. I close my eyes and let him run the show.
The sound of footsteps breaks out, loud at first and then quieter.
Door creaks. Something opens. A drawer?
Door creaks again.
Footsteps grow louder.
And when the mattress dips once more, I let out a tiny sigh of relief.
“You may want to be present for this.”
I brace to open my eyes, preparing for the inevitable tingling in my groin the second he comes into view. But before my brain can process the image, I yelp when Sawyer grabs the undersides of my knees and pulls them up before spreading my legs.
“What are you— Oh…” My words get lost in my throat because Sawyer is kneeling between my legs now, one hand caressing my knee, a tiny packet of lube in the other.
My heart jumps in my chest and I squirm as I watch Sawyer tear the wrapper open with his teeth, his actions urgent.
I hide my face in my hands as if not being able to see would somehow make me invisible before the echo of his words rings in my head.
You may want to be present for this.
I swallow and put my hands above my head and open my eyes. Cold, slippery liquid spills over my cock, making it twitch.
Sawyer squashes the pocket, squeezing its content on my body, an excessive amount of lube spilling over my balls and down my crack.
I don’t have time to marvel at how strange, how unfamiliar the sensation is.
Before I can adjust to the idea, before I have the chance to get self-conscious, before I can even blink, Sawyer drops his hand to my ass, and for the second time tonight, the tip of his finger pushes between my ass cheeks and against my entrance.
“Fuck,” I mutter, the muscles around my hole tensing.
Sawyer lets out a rumbling laugh and my attention snaps to his face, overshadowing the overwhelming sensation. “Maybe someday. You sure you want this?”
I’d laugh if I weren’t so fucking turned on. How can he even ask that? How can he not see it on my face? “Yeah. I think I— Fuck.”
The thought evaporates when the tip of Sawyer's slippery finger pushes past my tense muscles and makes its way inside my body.
I breathe heavily, desperately trying to relax. But how? How can I relax with him so close? How can I set aside the fact that his finger slides deeper inside me, venturing where no one else has been before?
My body goes rigid and I clench my jaw, breathing through my nose, taking in the sensation as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until his finger is fully lodged inside me, my hole clenching around it.
“How does it feel?” he breathes out, piercing eyes scrutinizing my face.
“Weird,” is the first thing that pops into my mind.
Sawyer lets out a breathy chuckle. “Just relax. It will feel good in a second.”
The promise in his voice makes my cock twitch, pre-cum mingling with the lube dripping down my length.
Seconds pass, and Sawyer remains still, his finger motionless inside me.
The muscles of my entrance twitch, simultaneously absorbing and rejecting the intrusion, the dichotomy wiping away any conscious thought that forms in my brain.
Maybe I’m not supposed to think right now. Maybe all I’m supposed to do is experience.
And just as I begin to get accustomed to the feeling of a foreign object in my ass, Sawyer crooks his finger inside me and my body jerks, my back shooting off the mattress as he hits something inside me that almost makes me come on the spot.
“There you go,” he says as my body falls back down.
“Can you…?” My voice comes out shaky.
“Can I what, Blake?”
I don’t even mind that he makes me say it. I’d say anything he wanted me to right now. “Do that again.”
He slides his finger halfway out, the strange sensation surfacing once more, but before it can settle, he pushes back in and hits that spot again.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Curses shoot out of me in staccato fashion now as he repeats the tiny movement, and his finger starts pumping into me, tiny, gentle movements enough to send me dancing right on the edge.
How can this feel so good? It makes no sense. Yet here I am, my back arching off the mattress in a silent plea for more.