Page 82 of Knockin' Boats
“Shit. How much do you weigh?”
“Well, I’m not some delicate fucking girl,” Sawyer said.
I groped his tight ass. “Mm, good,” I said. “Because a delicate girl is not what I’m craving right now.”
“No? What are you craving?”
I grinned up into his intense gaze. “A challenge.”
“Game on,” he murmured before gripping my throat with one hand and kissing me again.
I met his tongue with mine and parted my legs, inviting him between them. I didn’t want this to go like last time though. It was hot, but there had been too many clothes and not enough contact.
I dragged his shirt up his back, and Sawyer raised up enough to yank it over his head. He was a little leaner than me, but still fit as fuck, and I stroked one finger along his treasure trail.
His abs twitched, and his hips thrust forward as if he was begging me to drag that touch down to his cock.
“You want something?” I asked.
“Yeah. To shut you up. You wanted my cock out there, so take it.”
He rose to his knees, shoving at his shorts, and his dick popped free. It was long with a decent girth to it, pretty similar in size to mine. Which was good because we were already too damn competitive.
Sawyer braced a hand on the wall over my head and leaned forward to brush his cockhead over my lips.
My heart raced. We’d been heading here. Hell, I’d been racing here. Ever since that first impulsive kiss, I’d thought about why I’d done it. What it might mean. What I reallywanted, and how long I’d been wanting it.
But that had all been theoretical.
Sawyer’s cock was real as fuck. The spongy tip dragging moisture over my lips. The salty taste of his precum. The musky smell of him.
This wasn’t an idle curiosity anymore. Wasn’t a fantasy that I could shove away into a corner and pretend didn’t exist.
“Okay?” Sawyer asked, apparently reading my expression too well.
I nodded and parted my lips.
He slid his dick into my mouth. And despite all our fighting and angry make-outs, he was gentle, as if he realized suddenly that this was new for both of us.
Salty flavor burst on my tongue. I curled it around his shaft, and his breath hitched. I closed my mouth around him and drew him a little deeper.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I was sucking cock. I was really doing it.
Sawyer’s head fell back, exposing his strong throat and Adam’s apple, and there was something so hot about that I moaned around his dick.
His eyes flew open and he gazed down at me with an intensity that made me feel naked.
“Your mouth is so much better like this,” he said with a wicked grin. “You’re gagging for it, aren’t you, Ash? You need this.”
I moaned an affirmative and grabbed his hip to tug him deeper into my mouth. The weight of his cock, the way it stretched my lips and made my jaw ache was just so fucking right.
Sawyer rocked, beginning to fuck my face, and I did gag. I gagged a lot. Sawyer started to stop, but like a hungry dog with a bone, I held on to him and doubled down, like this dick was the last treat I’d ever receive.
“Fucking hell, you’re so—uh…”
I didn’t know what I was, except desperately horny. Sawyer choked on a shout and flooded my mouth with cum.
