Page 24 of Deceiving Grier

His lips pressed to the back of my neck, and he trailed nibbling kisses down my shoulder and back up the side of my neck, behind my ear. My skin prickled from his warm, whispered breath, the wet press of his mouth. Instinctively, I reached back, wrapping my arm around his neck, and tilted my head to one side to give his mouth better access.

“Fuck,” he half whispered, half-groaned against my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”

I shivered. His hands were moving over me again, down my chest, to my waist and the edge of the towel tucked into itself to keep it closed. He tugged it open, slowly unfolding the towel as though he was opening a gift, leaving me completely bare to him.

My face heated. I don’t know why. I had played competitive sports for so long, spending time in locker rooms and being naked in front of other men had almost no impact on me. But this was different. Sawyer was looking at me. He wasreallyseeing me. I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever felt so exposed and seen all at once.

His hand wrapped around my cock, not nearly as tight as I would have liked, and began stroking me slowly, almost leisurely. I leaned my head back and groaned, closing my eyes. I needed more, more friction, faster.

“Fuck. Please,” I murmured, not sure what I was even asking for.

“Look at me,” he said.

I opened my eyes and met his in the mirror mounted above the dresser facing his bed. I barely recognized myself, naked and sprawled against Sawyer, legs spread and dangling on either side of his, while his fist moved agonizingly slow up and down my length.

“How in hell am I the first person to do this with you?” he asked softly. I didn’t have an answer, which seemed fine since the question was apparently rhetorical, as if he were just thinking out loud. “It’s practically criminal.”

He let go of my dick, and I whimpered in protest, but he paid no attention. His fingers trailed over my tight balls, and I watched in the mirror’s reflection as his hand slid farther back until his finger teased the edge of my hole. My breath caught in my throat. My heart thudded so fast and hard I was half-surprised it wasn’t stretching outside my chest like a cartoon character. He teased the tight ring of my asshole, but didn’t press hard enough to ease the digit inside.

Hungry frustration rolled through me. I wanted more, but of what exactly, I wasn’t sure.

“Not tonight, I think. Next time.”

I froze. What the hell did he meannot tonight? We’d agreed to have sex. Had he changed his mind? That warm fuzzy feeling enveloping me receded like a wave, leaving me cold in its wake.

I started to turn to face him, but one arm snaked across my chest and pulled me tight against him while his other hand went back to my cock, wrapping around me tighter this time, stroking me faster.

“Shit,” I hissed, letting my head fall back against his shoulder again.

“Tonight,” he said, a low voice filled with filthy promise. “I’m going to spread you out on my bed and suck your cock until you cum. How does that sound to you?”

My hips jerked in time to the pace his hand set. The sensation, combined with his words, left me feeling slow and muddled. I nodded, uncertain I could manage coherent speech. I lost track of how long we stayed there, me in Sawyer’s lap while he jerked me off. My balls tightened, and my hips stuttered as I lost pace.

Sawyer stopped and released my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’d been so close.”

He chuckled and helped me to my feet as he stood.

“Go ahead and lie on my bed,” he told me.

I nodded and climbed onto his bed, suddenly acutely aware that while I was completely naked, he was still fully clothed.

“Um… were you going to get undressed?” I asked, letting my gaze slide away. I was suddenly feeling self-conscious, as if moments ago he hadn’t had his hands all over me and jerked me off.

“Shit, Miller, if you wanted to see me naked, why didn’t you just say so?” He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before shimmying out of his pants.

Even while scooting farther up the bed, I couldn’t seem to drag my gaze away from him. I’d seen Sawyer without a shirt before, so there was no surprise at the sight of his hard, toned muscle and smattering of dark hair over his chest. However, the nearly overwhelming urge to touch him, to let my fingers explore the hard planes and smooth grooves of his body, the mouth-watering need to taste him was all new. I let my gaze travel lower, following the trail of dark hair from his navel to the neatly trimmed thatch where his thick cock jutted out proudly.

Sawyer climbed up on the bed and crawled over me as I leaned back into the pillows. His warm skin grazed mine until he was over me, and his mouth caught mine in another mind-numbing kiss. His heavy frame, flush against me, pressed me deeper into the mattress.

An embarrassing whimper escaped me. My hips arched as if of their own accord, and I ground my aching cock against Sawyer’s equally hard erection.

He moaned against my mouth before dragging his away and trailing those maddening nibbling kisses over my jaw, down my throat and across my chest. His teeth caught my nipple and tugged, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure/pain straight to my dick. I gasped, hips jutting forward and dragging against Sawyer’s cock. The sweet, smooth friction drove me half out of my mind.

He chuckled and looked up, meeting my gaze. His light blue eyes were bright and hungry. “You’re amazing.”

Warmth flooded my chest, but my brain barely had time to register his words. I lifted my head from the pillows and watched as his mouth continued its thorough and achingly slow exploration of my chest, my stomach, stopping only once until he was eye level with my dick.

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