More Than Enough (Pelican Bay 4)

“Fuck,” I hissed when his strong fingers curled around my shaft.

“We’re going to talk about this later,” Sawyer growled right before he lifted himself up enough to clear my dick. Any words of protest died on my tongue when his body lined up with mine and I was suddenly being engulfed in the hottest, tightest grip I’d ever known.

“Jesus Christ!” I cried as the muscles trying to keep me out of Sawyer’s body finally relaxed and let more of me slide into his depths. I braced one arm behind me on the bed and wrapped the other one around his body to support him as he lifted up and down over and over until his ass was brushing up against the thatch of hair at my groin. I could feel his heavy balls against my body every time he shifted.

We hung there for what seemed like hours.

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” I croaked. No, not my most romantic words ever, but it was all I had. A vortex of emotions and sensations were churning around like a tornado in my body. When I’d had my legs, I’d fucked guys in a variety of positions, but not one of those moments could even come close to what it felt like to be connected so intimately with Sawyer.

“Need you to move, sweetheart,” Sawyer gasped. His forehead was pressed against mine so I could feel the heat of his skin as well as the sweat that was proof of how tightly he was holding himself.

All sense of embarrassment forgotten, I switched my arms so that my right one was wrapped around Sawyer’s lower waist and flattened my left hand on the bed. I pumped in and out of Sawyer slowly a few times, then eased him onto the bed so he was once again beneath me. I managed to keep my dick lodged in his ass the entire time.

I linked my fingers with Sawyer’s and then began pushing into him. Gently at first, then more steadily. I studied his every reaction as he moaned and twisted beneath me. I loved his little cries of delight and his urgent requests for me to do something again. In that moment I became one thing and one thing only.

Sawyer’s lover.

I forgot about my own pleasure just like I forgot about whether or not my body could maintain a certain position or what it would look like in doing so. I forgot about what the next day would bring or how I’d deal with the scars of the past that were certain to resurface.

All I needed to do in that moment was love Sawyer.

And there wasn’t anything more natural or more rewarding than that.

I took my time driving Sawyer higher and higher, all while trading kisses with him and murmuring praise in his ear. He had his legs wrapped around my hips and mercilessly dug his heels into my ass every time I surged into him. My own body was drenched in sweat as I tried to prolong the inevitable but Sawyer’s grip on my flesh was just too much. The finesse I’d been trying to hang on to disintegrated and I began slinging in and out of him like a man possessed.

I buried my face in the crook of Sawyer’s neck as the orgasm I’d thought I’d had well under control began to build and build inside of me. Sawyer and I were wrapped around one another as we fought to keep up with the maelstrom of physical sensations that consumed us.

“Okay?” I managed to grunt against Sawyer’s neck. I forced myself to look up so I could see his response as well as hear it. Tears were slipping down his cheeks.

“Sawyer?” I began at the same time that I slowed my thrusts.

“Don’t stop, Jett. Please, don’t stop. It’s so good.” A harsh sob escaped his throat. “So good,” he managed to get out and then he was throwing his head back like he was losing himself to whatever he was feeling.

The idea that I’d done that to him… that I’d brought him so much pleasure that he’d ended up in tears had me working harder to give him everything he wanted.

Everything he deserved.

I shifted the angle of my hips slightly and captured Sawyer’s cry of surprise as my cock slid over his prostate. I did it again and again even as he frantically bucked up against me in hopes of drawing the sensations out. My orgasm was riding the edge of my vision, but I kept my focus on Sawyer. Thankfully, it took only two more strokes to send him over.

He called out my name as strands of cum began hitting my abdomen. It was all the permission I needed to let go myself. I bit down on Sawyer’s shoulder as I began to come. I could feel my own hot cum surrounding me as I continued to shove into Sawyer. The knowledge that there was now a part of me inside of him ticked all my caveman buttons.