Page 52 of Brokered Betrayals
Evangeline fixed an innocent expression on her face as she shut the car door. “What? I’m just saying you shouldn’t burn all your energy on household chores. Self-care is critical at times like this.”
“Okay,” Sawyer said, saluting her with two fingers. “I’m taking your advice into consideration.”
“And sex is wonderful self-care,” Evangeline suggested as she walked around to the driver’s side.
Sawyer spun around and walked back to the house. The first thing he noticed when he stepped inside was the fit of Royce’s gray sweatpants as he bent over to declutter the coffee table. He had an empty trash bag in one hand and some snack cake wrappers in the other. Damn, what a beautiful sight. Sawyer was worried that he might be just as turned on by Royce’s cleaning as the snug fit of his sweatpants. And that just wouldn’t do. He moved closer, standing directly behind Royce to get the best view of the muscular swells under the soft cotton. No underwear lines. Even better.
Sensing Sawyer’s nearness, Royce looked over his shoulder and froze. “Oh! I know that look.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Royce straightened and spun around too fast, swaying for a few seconds before he righted himself. That delay was enough for Sawyer to swoop in and untie his sweatpants. “What are…” The words turned to moans when Sawyer went to his knees. Royce dropped the trash bag and snack detritus on the ground, and Sawyer was too horny to care. Royce slid a hand into Sawyer’s hair, tightening his fingers at the roots. “Should we?”
“We definitely should.” They’d stolen a few moments here and there while Darla slept, but their intimacy had become quick, mutual handjobs in the shower. Sawyer wanted to take his time and relearn every inch of Royce’s body, starting with his favorite part. He hooked his thumbs into Royce’s waistband and dragged his pants down to mid-thigh. Leaning forward, Sawyer placed a kiss on the tip of Royce’s cock. “But feel free to say no.”
Royce’s stormy eyes shimmered with a heat Sawyer had been sorely missing. “As if.”
Parting his lips, Sawyer leaned forward and licked his husband’s dick like it was the most delicious Popsicle ever made. He took his time along the sensitive underside and swirled his tongue around the head, moaning as Royce became fully erect in his mouth. Sawyer pulled back and looked up at Royce. “I really needed this.”
Royce’s lips curved into a wry smile. “And here I thought you wanted to clean. Is that the new code word?”
Sawyer chuckled as he stood up. “I still want to clean, but I need you more.” He tugged Royce’s pants up so he wouldn’t trip and then led him to their bedroom.
“Ohhh, what are you going to do to me?” Royce asked.
“Everything. Take off your clothes.”
Royce slid his sweatpants down his legs and kicked them to the side before yanking his shirt off and tossing it. “Your turn. Hurry”
“There’s no need to rush. Evangeline won’t bring Darla home until we call her.” Yet Sawyer stripped down with equal vigor, though it took him a little longer since he had more layers of clothes to remove. “I want to take our time and—” Royce tackled him before he could finish, and Sawyer landed on the mattress with an “oof.”
Royce nuzzled his mouth against Sawyer’s pulse point with a sexy growl. “I really want to oof you too.”
Arousal flared red-hot and wild between them. Hands explored, mouths kissed, and dicks leaked with excitement, kicking primal urges into a higher gear, and Sawyer realized that taking it slow was the worst idea he’d ever had. “Okay,” he said, wrapping his legs around Royce’s waist. “New strategy.”
Royce kissed a path up his neck and nibbled his earlobe. “I’m listening.”
“You take me now. Hard and fast. Show me no mercy.”
Rolling his hips, Royce hummed his approval. “And then…”
“You fill my ass with your spunk.”
“I like it.” Royce gripped Sawyer’s ass and spread his cheeks. A wicked finger slid along his ass crack and tapped against his pucker. “Here?”
“Yes, get the lube.”
But Royce didn’t retreat. “What happens after I flood your channel?”
“I put you on your knees so you can present your ass to me,” Sawyer said. “I’ll take my time and treat it so good. Maybe get you aroused again.”
Chuckling, Royce raised his head and smirked at him. “Don’t get comfortable down there. I nearly went off like a rocket the moment your dick touched mine. I’ll probably cream your tight pucker before I’m halfway inside you.”
Sawyer fisted Royce’s hair and tugged him down for a passionate kiss. His husband’s desperation only made Sawyer hornier, putting his flip-fuck fantasy at risk, especially when Royce started rocking his hips again. Sawyer tore his mouth free and said, “You’re not the only one who’s about to go off like a rocket. Okay, new plan.”
Royce chuckled and covered his mouth with a finger. “No plan. Legs up, lube on, and we lose ourselves in the moment.”
Sawyer pulled his legs back until his knees were nearly touching his shoulders, showing what role he wanted to take. “You can be the pillow princess next time.”