29. Bedroom Funtimes
Chapter twenty-nine
Bedroom Funtimes
Neil
Now that I had Sawyer in my bedroom, I wasn’t sure what to do first. Sawyer sprawled on his back across my sheets, wearing only a rumpled button-up shirt.
“You’re looking a little overdressed,” Sawyer teased me as he fingered his half-chubbed cock. His other arm lay behind his head, propping it up.
I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled my shirt off over my head. My cut-offs I shucked off just as quickly but then hesitated with my hands on my underwear. I wasn’t wearing a packer, and they looked limp and sad.
“Woo, bare it all, sexy!” Sawyer hooted, sitting up. When I hesitated, he scooted off the edge of the bed and put his hands on my hips. “Oh, I see; you’re going to let me unwrap this present.”
“Present?” I gave an awkward chuckle. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
Sawyer rubbed his thumbs along the top of my underwear band. “You couldn’t ever disappoint me.”
“Alright…” I agreed to Sawyer’s easy smile and the want in his eyes. I got a brief flicker of worry as Sawyer eased my underwear down off my hips, revealing my patch of pubic hair. But the desire never left his expression, putting me a lot more at ease.
“Big boy,” Sawyer breathed. “I wasn’t expecting… okay, I didn’t know what to expect really, but…”
“It’s called bottom growth,” I said in a hoarse whisper as Sawyer used two fingers to rub along the sides. I thrust into his hands, gasping.
Sawyer chuckled, and his eyes went half-lidded. “That answers that question.”
“What question?” I asked, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers went lower and probed at my opening, then circled back up and around the base of my little dick.
“If that would feel good.” I could hear the grin in his tone. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, opening my eyes. I felt tall like this, looming over Sawyer.
“What do you want me to do?” Sawyer asked.
“What are you comfortable with?”
“Didn’t you say something before about being sucked off?” Sawyer gave me a wicked, lopsided grin. “Can I?”
My heart leaped into my throat, and I shuddered. Sawyer wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me to him, chest to chest, cradling me between his open legs. His dick, no longer soft, rubbed against me.
I expected him to kiss me, but instead, his breath just ghosted over my lips while he ran a finger along one of my top surgery scars.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. I blushed. Normally, I didn’t like being called pretty, but from Sawyer, it actually felt like a compliment.
“Lay back. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
I let Sawyer arrange me on the bed. He lay down half on top of me but kept his body weight off with an impressive display of upper body strength. His head dipped down, and his tongue lapped at my nipple. I let out a groan as the wet heat swirled around it. Then, he did the same to the other one before moving lower. I bucked when his mouth went around my dick.
“Shait,” I gasped, clutching at the sheets. “That feels amazing.”
Sawyer brought his head back up long enough to laugh and say, “That almost got a real swear out of you.”
I threw a pillow at him. “Shut up and keep going.”
My toes curled and I couldn’t stop the loud moan that came out of me as Sawyer kept going. The feeling swept over me, carrying me away. I collapsed bonelessly into the pillows as Sawyer crawled up next to me.
“Good?” he asked me, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes still half-lidded.
“The best.”