Page 113 of Knockin' Boats
I placed a hand on his thigh, and he jumped.
“Relax,” I whispered into his ear. “We’re just learning. Right? Learning about what we could try together.”
His breath hitched. “Y-yeah, I guess.”
The guy on the screen was spreading the redhead’s ass cheeks and licking him out enthusiastically. Sawyer made a small, needy sound in his throat.
“You like that? How about we try it.”
“What? Now?”
I hadn’t actually meant now, but why not? Sawyer’s shorts did nothing to hide his hard-on, and I was burning up with lust, watching his every reaction to the porn.
“Yeah, why not?”
“Who does what?”
“Rock-Paper-Scissors?” I joked, but Sawyer took me up on it, shifting to hold out his fist over his palm.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
We both threw signs, and my paper covered his rock.
“You win.” He swallowed. “So…”
I set the laptop to the side and slithered down the bed.
Sawyer’s eyes widened. “But you won.”
“Which means I get to do what I want.” I grabbed his shorts and pulled them off him. Then just as the porn star did, I shoved Sawyer’s thighs apart.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
His hard cock curved up over his abs, not quite as ginormous as the porn twink’s, but damn nice all the same. His balls rested heavy against the mattress.
I cupped his ass and rolled his hips up so I could get to his hole.
“Keep watching the porn vid,” I said. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
Sawyer groaned as I dug my thumbs into his ass cheeks and spread him. His pink hole fluttered.
I leaned in and brushed my tongue tentatively over the furl of muscle.
“Fuck!” Sawyer shouted, jerking so hard he nearly shook me loose.
I tightened my grip on his ass and let saliva pool. Then I laved my wet tongue over and around his hole, drinking in the music of Sawyer’s moans and whimpers.
“He— The guy on the porn…”
“Mmm?” I murmured as I continued to lick and nibble.
“Finger,” he said.
I paused, wondering if he’d want me to keep going.
“Do it!” Sawyer said almost desperately.
I slid my index finger into my mouth, sucking it to get it wet, raising my eyes to meet Sawyer’s. His gaze darted from me to the screen and back.
