Chapter 3

3

JACK

I ’d never explored a man’s body. Had never wanted to, but I ached to touch Sawyer. I reached for him, my hands trembling.

His tanned skin was smooth like that of a bronzed, sleek animal. No body hair except for his neatly trimmed pubes and armpits. As soon as I touched his right nipple, it pebbled. I played with the sensitive buds for a while, then moved farther south.

I kissed a thorough path from his shoulder to his belly button, nibbling, licking, sucking until he was squirming on the bed. Not that I let it change my mind to take my time. Hell if I was gonna hurry through this part. I might be a newbie, but judging by Sawyer’s reactions, I was doing a good job. He had trouble lying still, his body restless under my hands, my mouth, my tongue. His skin was blazing hot and clammy, even with the AC blasting.

“You’re beautiful.” I’d never considered another man beautiful, but he was gorgeous, and everything about him spoke to me like nothing ever had.

“Thank you.”

The slight hesitation before he answered told me he still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced I was being honest with him. Who had hurt him this deeply he had such a hard time trusting?

I’d have to show him I meant my words, then, so I continued my thorough exploration. His cock was leaking, and I breathed in the smell of his arousal. I’d never thought I would admit it, but the slightly sweaty, musky scent of his pubes and balls was intoxicating. He’d waxed, his pubes neatly trimmed short and his balls smooth. I could see the appeal.

His thighs had a little extra jiggle, which I loved, and even his legs were bronzed. His feet were perfect, the soft, manicured feet of a man who spent money on them. And who didn’t have a job that required him to be on his feet all day. But it fit him, and I kissed each toe, then moved back up.

“Jack…” Sawyer whined.

“I’m not done yet.”

“Can I bribe you?”

I snorted. “With what?”

His mouth curled up in the sexiest grin. “I’ve been told I give really, really good blowjobs. I’ll throw in two as a reward.”

Lord help me. How was I supposed to say no? “Well, if you put it that way…”

“Deal. Now put your fucking cock inside me before I die.”

Fuck, I hadn’t known mere words could be such a turn-on. “On it.”

I grabbed the supplies he’d put on the nightstand.

“I can prep myself,” Sawyer said, but I shook my head.

“No. I want to do it.”

He withdrew his hand and nodded.

I coated my fingers with lube while he turned onto his back, put a pillow under his ass, and spread his legs wide. It took balls to open yourself to another man like that, to be that vulnerable. I valued what we were doing even more.

“Put your finger in me,” Sawyer said hoarsely. “Please, Jack. Please . I need…”

My middle finger sank inside him, right up to the knuckle, and he moaned. His ass was irresistible, and I slid my finger in and out, kissing the soft skin, kissing him everywhere.

“Jesus, Jack… More.”

Two fingers. He took them with another beautiful, greedy groan and fisted the sheets. He opened so eagerly, pushing his ass back on my fingers, begging for more, deeper, faster. I gave him three, and he swallowed them, his body preparing himself for me. I’d never expected prepping a man to be so sexy, but it was. Watching him get such pleasure from just my fingers made me impatient to see what he’d look like with my cock buried deep inside him.

“Jack…”

“I know.”

He was ready for me.

I opened the packet and rolled a condom on, checking to make sure it was tight. I pointed at the lube. “Do I need…?”

“A little extra helps.”

I squirted out a bit and spread it around my cock.

Sawyer didn’t need to tell me to go slow. My cock was thick, so it wouldn’t be an easy fit, but I trusted him when he said he wanted this. “This position good for you?”

“Yeah. I want to see you experience this for the first time.”

I kneeled between his legs, his ass canted toward me. The tip of my cock slid into his crack, then found his hole, so beautifully open for me. I pushed.

“A little more force is okay,” Sawyer said.

I pressed harder, and with a pop, my cock slipped past his ring of muscle. Fuck, that was tight, but oh, so good…and that was just the tip. Sawyer’s body had tensed, and I waited until he’d relaxed. I sank an inch deeper and held again.

“Sorry. It’ll get better,” Sawyer said. “I just need to?—”

I placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t. It’s already incredible. We have time.”

Inch by inch, I worked my way inside him, and Sawyer breathed through it, panting and puffing. Another inch and his body gave way as if it had surrendered to the inevitable intrusion. My cock sank in until my balls pressed against his ass.

He was so hot, so tight, so slick. I wanted to stay there forever, but I also had to move. Jesus, the slide in and out of him was smoother than an eighteen-year-old Macallan, sweeter than a Graham’s port, silkier than a Chateau Lafite Rothschild. Nothing compared to this, nothing.

I pushed his legs back, and he lifted his hips so I could watch my cock disappear into him, his hole stretched to the limit around me. So. Fucking. Hot.

A slow slide and Sawyer curled his toes and moaned.

A hard thrust and he threw his head back and grunted.

A deep punch and he wriggled his ass and howled.

I found my rhythm and hammered into him.

He mumbled, babbled, whispered, groaned, whimpered, and sighed, and I kept fucking him, kept snapping my hips, kept soaking up every sound he made. He was magnificent, stunning, the most beautiful sight I’d ever laid my eyes on.

For one moment, Stacy’s image popped into my brain. We’d been so in love, but it had been sixteen years, and she was gone. I deserved to be happy, and she would’ve wanted me to be. So I let the image go with a hint of nostalgia.

“Jack,” Sawyer said. “Harder. Pound me.”

Jesus fuck, how could words be so arousing? As if he’d thrown gasoline onto a raging fire. My ears buzzed, and a haze came over me as if I was half outside my body. I sped up, pushing his legs back until I had full access, and slammed into him. Sweaty skin slapped against sweaty skin, and the squelch of my slides was a symphony. The heavy scent of sex saturated the air, spurring me on.

He was so hungry for me, so needy, and fuck, I loved it. I wanted to crawl deeper inside him, own him, mark him.

He’d wrapped his hand around his cock and was jacking himself off with uncoordinated movements, his body jerking with every plunge. I fucked him harder than I’d thought possible, and he took it, meeting me thrust for thrust, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his back arched. “Fuck, like that…” he moaned. “Jesus, do that again. Harder… So fucking close…”

I fucked and fucked and fucked until he froze and came. His load flew from his cock, splatters coating his hands, his belly, his chest. He kept jacking off until nothing was left. Mesmerized, I watched him, languidly sliding in and out with easy strokes.

Warmth bloomed inside me, and it had nothing to do with sex or attraction. We’d connected in a way I hadn’t expected, a way that went far beyond the physical.

“Jack,” Sawyer said in a dreamy voice. He reached up and pulled my head down for a slow, sensual kiss. “That was perfect. Now it’s your turn.”

“Aren’t you too sore?”

He snorted. “Not too sore to deny you your pleasure.” He grew serious. “Show me, Jack. Let me see you come.”

Fuck, I had no argument against that. It took me a while to get back into it, but I found my rhythm. This time, Sawyer was watching me, firing me on.

“You were born to fuck hard,” he said in a low, sultry tone. “The way your muscles move when you take me is so fucking sexy. Pound me, Jack. Fuck me hard. Let me feel every inch of that fat cock of yours.”

The man had a filthy mouth on him…and I loved it. I’d never had sex like this, so raw and dirty and uninhibited. I didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to keep my strength in check. I let loose on his ass…and he loved it. Hell, he got hard again—not a given at our age.

It didn’t take long to bring myself to the edge, and I didn’t need to prolong it, so I let go. My legs, my back, my ass, everything seized, and I hung in suspension for a beat, two, three, and then erupted. The most unholy moan flew from my lips as I emptied inside him, filling the condom.

“Jesus, look at you,” Sawyer said. “The most beautiful sight in the world.”

Finally, my body stopped shaking, and I pulled out, holding on to the condom. I didn’t miss the slight wince on Sawyer’s face. Yeah, I bet he was sore now. Pure discipline had me taking off the condom and tying it before flinging it toward the bathroom floor, where it landed with a wet plop . I’d clean that up later.

My arms trembled, my muscles shot from the exertion, and I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. Everything hurt, from my shoulders to my biceps and my ass and my legs. God only knew what muscle groups I’d used, but this had certainly been the best strenuous exercise.

Sawyer crawled over and put his head on my shoulder, and I flung my arm around him to pull him close. “That was spectacular,” he said softly.

“Gimme a minute to reboot. I don’t have words right now.”

His chuckle was low. “You gave it your all, big guy.”

“I sure tried.”

My heart rate slowed as I held him, tracing circles on his back and breathing in his smell.

“I needed that,” Sawyer said with a happy sigh. “Let me tell you, a guy who fucks like you just do is damn hard to find.”

My ego swelled, and I held back my chuckle. Such a stupid thing to be proud of, but I couldn’t help it. “I can assure you it was entirely my pleasure.”

“I could use another shower.”

“Same. In about fifteen minutes. When I can move again.”

“Sounds like a plan. And who knows, maybe I can start paying off my debt to you in the shower.”

I snorted. “My refractory period isn’t what it used to be. Sorry to disappoint you.”

He rolled sideways, propped his head on his elbow, and grinned. “Is that a challenge?”

He won.