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Sawyer’s breath was warm on my neck. The occasional grunt was temptation. The sway of his body in time with mine. What would it feel like to have his mouth around my cock? To have his dick buried deep inside me?
I was rock hard. When he left tonight, Evie and I were going to—
The song ended, and this time he didn’t restart it.
“You nailed it.” Evie clapped, a pleased smile on her face.
I mentally cleared my throat, but the tempting thoughts of Sawyer didn’t fade. I summoned a great deal more willpower than I expected, and pulled away from him. “I guess that’s that.”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Evie still watched us closely.
Sawyer moved into view. “There’s nothing more to it. Your man’s a pro now.” His voice was thicker than usual. Deeper.
She scoffed. “Nothing more to it? You were both half naked this morning, because of just kissing, and you nearly lit my living room rug on fire with line dancing that was far hotter than should be legal. There’s nothing more to it?”
There was so much more to how intensely I wanted Sawyer at this moment.
His derisive laugh didn’t match his expression or the mood in the room. “Do you think we’re a pair of insatiable beasts who are going to strip down and fuck in the middle of the living room because we shared a dance lesson?”
Evie twisted her face into an adorable thinking about it position. “Let’s just say I was hoping.”
Fuck this. I fisted Sawyer’s shirt in both hands, and crushed my mouth to his.
Sawyer kissed me back with a ferocity that stole my breath. This was always a different experience. A hard, demanding power struggle. The burn of scruff from Sawyer’s chin against mine, and his soft grunts that rumbled through me while his skilled fingers roamed over me.
I dragged my palms up his chest. This wasn’t a fight. Not like the previous times I’d kissed him. This was an unmet need. I wanted to feel every inch of his muscle under my fingertips, and explore this new body until I’d memorized all of it.
My path reversed, and I moved down again, toward his waist, under his shirt. When my touch met his bare skin, he let out a quiet growl, and the kisses intensified.
He was giving as good as he got. Touching me everywhere. I could focus on that sensation, but I was as interested in exploring as I was in how he reciprocated.
I shoved his shirt up and stripped it off, then dragged a thumb over one of his nipples. The sharp gasp that earned me warranted more. I dipped my head to lick his skin. To taste that hint of salt.
In some ways, this was the same as it had been any other time the making out had gotten intense enough to lead to more, with any other person. There was still kissing and groping and roaming hands and bare skin. What differences there were, were stark.
The push and pull. The demand from Sawyer—from a man used to being yielded to.
I could do this, the kissing and exploring, all night.
Especially with Evie’s tiny sighs as accompanying music. Her being here and enjoying this made the entire experience that much better. I didn’t need to put on a show, but I was liking it.
I was so hard it hurt. I felt Sawyer’s solid body and heat through my jeans, and my cock begged for release.
He yanked my shirt off, putting us chest to chest, and that cranked the experience up several more notches. He scraped his teeth over my shoulder, and moved to suck my neck, while he dug his fingers into my arms.
And then he was using his full body to guide us both, the way he did when we were dancing, but with less rhythm and more desperation.
The couch stopped me, colliding with the back of my legs, and he trailed his fingers along my waistband. Undid the button on my jeans. Sent my anticipation soaring and made my dick jerk in response and my pulse hammer in my ears.
He dragged down my zipper, and I dropped my hands to do the same for him.
Sawyer pushed me away. “Enjoy the moment. Your first blowjob from another man.” His voice had dropped an octave, and held a commanding undercurrent that was working on me. “Lose yourself in it.”
The best response I could come up with was to grunt with need when he freed me. His rough, calloused grip zinged through me like a jolt of lightning. He let my pants slip past my ass, barely held up at thigh level, and he nudged me.
I stumbled into a controlled fall, and my bare butt landed on the cushions.
The sound Evie made was somewhere between a squeal and an eep, from her spot next to me.
