Page 30 of Uncharted Desires
My eyes snap open and I jerk my head back, only semi-intentionally ending the kiss. Sawyer’s mouth catches mine, giving me another chaste peck before he moves away slightly, our faces just a whisper apart.
“What do you want, Blake?” he asks for what feels like a millionth time tonight. And for the millionth time tonight, I don’t have a coherent answer.
Not with words, anyway.
So instead of offering him any, I crash my mouth against his again and grab his shoulders, spinning us around and pushing my body against his.
Sawyer walks back, dragging me along with him. Or maybe it’s me following him like there’s a part deep inside me that’s scared if he goes too far, his body will be lost to me forever.
And then I’m dragged down as Sawyer falls back on his bed, and I land on top of his strong frame.
My body works on autopilot, and maybe I’ve checked my brain at the door as I sit up, straddling his thighs, and my fingers quickly undo his belt and grab one end, pulling it out of its loops.
I discard it on the floor and my hands start working on his zipper, but my eyes fall to his chest instead.
I can’t stop from leaning down and placing small, close-mouthed kisses all along the scar lining his chest.
Sawyer shifts under me and lets out an uncomfortably sounding whine.
I straighten back up momentarily. “Is this okay?” I ask, my breaths coming in short, shallow bursts.
He puts his palms on my waist and runs his gaze across my face. “Yeah. You just took me by surprise.”
I exhale with relief. But maybe it’s not okay after all because before I can lower down again and resume kissing his scar, letting him know I don’t mind it at all, Sawyer pushes off the mattress and spins us around.
My back hits the bed and bounces, and Sawyer’s chest appears on top of me as he hovers above me on all fours.
I don’t have time to blink as he grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up, all but tearing it off my body.
My arms land above my head, and I keep them there, rendered motionless when Sawyer reaches for the button of my jeans and undoes them before pulling them off me just as swiftly, along with my underwear. And before I know it, I'm lying, naked, with my hands above my head, offering my body to him.
“You know,” he rasps as he sits up, knees positioned on either side of my hips, and pulls his pants down, exposing his cock and making my mouth water. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.”
He fumbles with the legs of his pants, urgency in his moves as he strips.
“So you’ve been imagining me, then?” I ask, my eyes fixed on his groin, examining the trimmed, black hair surrounding the base of his cock.
“What do you think?”
“Show me.”
He laughs then. “That’s my trick. Nice try, though.”
And before I can say anything else, he lowers his body until his chest presses against mine, and—
A tiny “Ohh” escapes me when his hard cock brushes against mine as he moves his hips down.
I’m completely still, save for my pounding heart, as he slides down ever so slightly and drags his body up.
Everything about this is surreal. With Sawyer’s entire body so close to me, and the strangest sensation of another man’s cock against mine, my mind spirals, and I’m hoping, I’m fucking praying, I won’t pass out from sensory overload.
I place my hands on Sawyer’s back, wishing it would keep me grounded and alert. I don’t want to miss a single second of whatever he’s willing to give me.
“You alright?” Sawyer’s hoarse voice is so close yet so far away at the same time, and I realize my eyes have fallen closed, and I’m gritting my teeth to the point my jaw hurts.
It takes a great deal of strength to get my mouth to operate. “Just keep fucking doing that.”
He shifts his body weight to the side, supporting himself on one forearm, and brings his other hand to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it.
