Being Sawyer Knight (Souls of the Knight 1)

When we got back to the hotel I called Elle and filled her in about my pretty uneventful visit to the prison. She was staying in our hotel too, sharing with Kip, but honestly I really didn’t feel up to seeing anyone.

Except Jake of course.

We showered together, taking our time, washing and caressing each other’s bodies. The hospital gave him some waterproof patches to apply over his dressing, but I was still careful to try and avoid that area. I turned him so his back was against my chest, tilting his head back while I washed his hair. After rinsing the shampoo off, I dotted tiny kisses along his neck, pressing my erection up against his ass.

“I think we’re clean enough,” I whispered, taking hold of his hand. We stepped out of the shower together, only letting our hands fall apart to dry ourselves off with towels. When we’d finished, I tossed mine to the floor, but of course Jake folded his and tucked it neatly over the heated rail.

Naked and still slightly damp, we made our way into the bedroom, and I kept a foot behind so I could admire the way his ass flexes when he walks. Jake lay down on the bed, gingerly rolling onto his back. I crawled up beside him, positioning one of my knees between his parted legs.

“Fuck I’ve missed you,” I told him, bending down and kissing around the edges of his dressing. “Does it hurt?” I asked, immediately feeling like a moron. “Of course it does,” I muttered, smiling up at him.

“It’s actually not too bad. I actually thought getting shot would hurt a hell of a lot more.”

“What about… when it happened?” I pressed nervously, unsure whether bringing it back to the forefront of his mind was a good idea.

“Honestly, I didn’t feel it. I felt pressure… intense pressure, but before I could feel any pain my senses started shutting down. The only thing I really remember is searching for you.”

“I was right there,” I assured him. My chest ached, throbbing with hurt, and also pride for him. “I was right by your side the whole time.”

I kissed my way up along his chest, softly licking the grooves between his muscles. I paused at his neck, taking a little extra time kissing him there, knowing his head would angle to the side and soft moans would escape his throat. When I reached his lips, I dipped my tongue into his mouth and curled my fingers around his cock. He was always so hard for me, so ready. It twitched from my touch, begging me to explore.

I moved my fist up and down, smearing the pre-cum over his sensitive tip with my thumb. His hips bucked, thrusting himself further into my hand. I lowered my body, brushing my dick up against his torso, needing the friction.

“I won’t fuck you yet, Jake.” His eyes widened, weighing me up sceptically. “I’m going to make love to you. I need this slow, and gentle. I need to feel you, savour you.”

“Then do it, Sawyer. Make love to me.”

I moved myself further down the bed, crawling between his legs. He widened them instinctively, giving me access to his perfect ass. Burying my fingers between the crevice of his cheeks, I parted them, lowering my head and teasing his hole with my tongue.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, arching his hips. Encouraged, I kept swirling my tongue around the puckered rim before entering him. The noises coming from his mouth turned me the hell on as I fucked him with my tongue, reaching up to caress his balls with my fingers. “Fuck, yes,” he hissed, as this time I inserted one, then two fingers into his ass. I pumped them in and out, pleasuring him, stretching him.

“I love fucking you with my fingers.”

Slowly, I licked my way up to his balls, drawing them into my mouth and releasing them with a pop before tracing the veins on his dick with my tongue. His whole body jerked when I took his rigid length to the back of my throat. Keeping my mouth moist, I worked my lips up and down his shaft, twirling my tongue over the broad head, moaning at the delicious, salty taste of him.

“I want to suck you, baby,” he said, fisting his hands in my hair.

“No,” I said softly. “You need to take it easy.”

“I won’t break, Sawyer. I need to taste you.”

“Later,” I said simply, crawling up onto my knees. Reaching across to the nightstand I opened the drawer, only to want to punch myself in the fucking head when I did so. “Shit. We’re out of condoms.”

“I’m clean, baby. I swear to you I’ve never been with anyone without protection,” Jake assured.

“Neither have I,” I confirmed. “And I get tested regularly.” I regretted that comment the second it spilled from my mouth. I might as well have just said, ‘yeah I used to fuck around a lot with random groupies so I always made sure I was clean’.

“Lose the guilt, Sawyer.” I looked up at him, confused. “I can see it in you, feel it in here,” he added, holding his palm to his chest. “I know about your past. Shit, most of the damn world knows about it. But I don’t care. I don’t care who you’ve been with, only who you’re going to be with in the future.”

“You,” I breathed. “Only ever you.” I’d never spoken truer words in my life. There is no one else for me. Ever. There never has been, I was just too much of a pussy to confront it.

“Then grab the lube and make love to me. I need to feel you, baby. Skin to skin.”

Fuck, if those words didn’t make me harder than steel. I took my time, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto my palm and smoothing it up and down my cock. Dipping my fingers into his ass, I massaged him with the lube, working it in and around his tight hole, driving him crazy.