Being Sawyer Knight (Souls of the Knight 1)

“Does that feel good?” Sawyer asked. His voice was curious, like he was asking a genuine question.

“You have no idea.”

With that, he inserted a second finger and I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He scissored his slick fingers slightly, stretching me and making me want to scream from the pleasure. Then he crooked one finger, hitting my prostate gland… and it was too much.

“I’m ready, baby. I need you to fuck me now.”

Slowly, Sawyer’s fingers withdrew from my body. I missed the closeness already, so I sat up and started working his cock with my hand while I kissed him.

“Um… you should turn over,” he mumbled apprehensively into my mouth.

“No,” I said. “I want to be able to watch you. I need to look into your eyes as you fill me.” A faint look of hesitation swept over his face, causing his eyebrows to knit together. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Well… it’s just… I’ve never, um… done it that way before.”

“You mean fucked up the arse or face to face?” I asked, putting it bluntly and finding the blush in his cheeks adorable.

“Both.”

“You mean… you’ve always done it from behind?”

Seriously?

“I don’t like having to look them in the eye. Makes it too personal I guess.” He shrugged and looked away from me. I felt his dick begin to soften in my hand and I sure as hell refused to let that happen.

The Sawyer Knight kneeling naked and glorious in front of me wasn’t the confident, notorious and gifted man the rest of the world thought they knew. The man I was looking at, the man whose cock I was holding, the man who I have loved since I was fourteen years old, was fragile and innocent. He was afraid of rejection and that made him ashamed of who he really was.

I vowed in that very moment to change that. I will show him that love is love, no matter what gender they may be, and I will prove to him that he deserves to love and be loved.

“Baby look at me,” I demanded, stroking his dick, bringing it back to life while I turned his face to mine with my free hand. “I’m not ‘them’, and you will look at me. I’m different, Sawyer. We’re different. This isn’t just about what you’re feeling here,” I said, gently squeezing his cock. “It’s also about what’s going on in here.” I laid my palm over his heart. I could feel it throbbing in rhythm with my own and I knew he could feel it too.

“Okay,” he breathed, his eyes locking onto mine. I brought him in for another kiss. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I caressed his back, smoothing my palms up and down and moaning into his mouth at just how good his skin felt against mine. When I broke away, I leaned across to the bedside table and plucked out a condom and some lube. Sawyer’s eyes widened just a little, so I kissed him again while hugging him hard.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I assured him. “Take it as slow as you need. Just enjoy it.”

Dropping the condom and lube onto the mattress beside me, I laid down on my back with my legs apart. Never taking his melted caramel eyes off mine, Sawyer tore open the condom and rolled it down himself. He stroked his handiwork up and down a few times before smothering his impressive erection in lube, and I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. He fascinated me. Everything about him.

I love him.

Sawyer nestled himself between my legs and I lifted them, supporting the weight with my hands behind my knees. His thick cock nudged at my hole while he rubbed his hands over my flat stomach. I was ready for him. It felt like I’d been ready for him forever.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Just do it, baby. Fill me.” Closing his eyes, Sawyer finally did what I’d been waiting a lifetime for. He pushed in slowly, stilling completely when he was met with the ring of resistance. “Keep going,” I encouraged.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise.” Opening his eyes and staring down at what he was doing, he drove all the way, making me gasp. “Oh, God yes.”

He didn’t move for a few seconds, as if he instinctively knew my body needed time to adjust to him. My dick started to weep pre-cum when he started doing slow, shallow thrusts. I don’t think I’d ever been so goddamn hard in my life and at this rate I was going to come without even touching myself.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he ground out, gritting his teeth. Hearing him as well as feeling him did insane things to my body and I could already feel the beginnings of an orgasm starting to tingle in my spine. He continued with torturously unhurried thrusts, making me moan in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“I need you deeper, baby. Faster. I won’t break.”

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his groans, Sawyer tucked his hands under my arse, dragging me closer to him and raising my hips. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and he tipped his head back, dragged in a deep breath and started pounding into me so hard my head bounced repeatedly off the headboard. Reaching down, I curled my fingers around my cock, not allowing myself to stroke because I knew I would come with just the slightest friction.

“Open your eyes, Sawyer.” It took a few seconds but eventually he did. His eyes pierced mine and I could see the doubt swimming behind them as he drew his eyebrows together. “Stay with me, baby. Look at me. We’re in this together.”

“I… I’m gonna come, Jake,” he stuttered, giving me all the ammunition I needed. I tightened the grip I had around my cock and started tugging. Sawyer’s speed increased and he slammed into me hard and deep, his balls slapping against my arse with every thrust. My free hand reached out and I ran the pads of my fingers down the front of his taut body, massaging the mist of sweat dusting his skin into the deep grooves surrounding his inked muscles. “Oh fuck… I’m-I’m…”