It’s probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, thick and long and veiny, and the piercings that line its underside somehow make it seem even bigger, thanks to the length of the studs. The idea of feeling all of that inside me makes my pussy clench with arousal—even as my stomach tightens with a flicker of nerves.
“Do you know what I was thinking about that day when you walked in on me jerking off?” Sawyer asks, his voice husky as he keeps stroking himself, almost teasing me.
“No.”
“I was thinking about you. About how you would taste, how you would sound when you come. But none of my fantasies could even come close to how good the real thing was.”
I shiver, my jaw dropping a little at his admission. “You were thinking aboutme?”
He nods, his eyes burning in the light of my bedside lamp. “Yeah, heartbreaker. I was. Fuck, I tried not to, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’ve thought about you too,” I confess in a whisper. “About your hands. Your mouth. Your cock. I’ve never seen a piercedone before.” I steal another look at it, my throat suddenly dry, and swallow as I bring my eyes back to his. “Are you sure it will…? Um, you know.”
“What?”
“Fit.”
He smirks, a languid curve of his lips. “Do you want to find out?”
Despite my nerves, I nod immediately. We’ve already crossed the point of no return, and there’s no fucking way I’m stopping this now.
But then I grimace as a realization hits me.
“Shit.” I curse softly with feeling, and when Sawyer shoots me a questioning look, I shake my head. “I don’t have any condoms with me. I wasn’t expecting to need them.”
A surprised look crosses his face, as if he’d forgotten all about that in the heat of the moment, and he reaches up to scrub a hand down his face. “Dammit. I don’t have any either. I haven’t needed them since…”
He trails off, and I try to fight down the wave of disappointment welling inside me.
“That’s okay,” I say, starting to sit up. “We can do other stuff. We don’t have to?—”
“Wait.” He catches my wrist.
I break off, my brows furrowing. “What?”
Sawyer hesitates, gazing down at me for a long moment before he speaks. “I got a vasectomy after Miriam and I had Jake. And I get tested regularly. I’m negative for everything. So, assuming you are too…”
My stomach flutters as I realize what he’s getting at.
“I’ve been tested too,” I whisper. “I’m clean. And I—fuck, Sawyer, I want you so badly.”
The muscles in his jaw ripple, something passing through his eyes. He releases my wrist, holding my gaze as he grips the baseof his cock with his other hand. His abs are tight, his muscled chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.
I nod, anticipation swelling in my chest. I’ve never had sex without a condom before—never been with a guy I trusted enough to do that with—but I trust Sawyer. And I can’t stop thinking about what it will be like to have that huge, pierced cock inside me… bare. The idea of the polished, round steel studs dragging against my walls with nothing between us makes my pussy clench, and I reach for him, tugging him down with me as I lie back on the bed.
“Yes,” I whisper, just in case the nod wasn’t enough. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Fuck,” Sawyer groans, sounding almost tortured.
He drops his head to kiss me, gently but with a fiery edge. I whimper against his lips as he grips my knees and spreads my thighs farther apart. The thick head of his cock finds my entrance, and I steal a deep breath between our kisses as I feel him start to press inside. He goes slow, and the breath I just inhaled comes rushing out as my body stretches to accommodate him.
He really is huge. Like, shockingly huge. If I’d gotten a chance to wrap my hand around his shaft, I don’t even know if my fingers and thumb would’ve touched.
I cling to his shoulders, and I don’t even realize that I’m digging my nails into his skin until Sawyer chuckles softly, turning his head to press a kiss to the back of my hand.
“Just breathe, heartbreaker,” he murmurs. “I won’t go any faster than you can take. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”