Page 24 of Devil's Hour
Never one to back away from a challenge, Sawyer canted his hips and fucked Royce hard and deep, making him cry out, beg for more, and moan deliriously. Royce’s body tightened as his orgasm built, and all his focus was on chasing that sensation. His cock bounced, slapping against his stomach and dripping precum. He’d never leaked this much in his life.
“It’s mine,” Sawyer said thickly. “All of it.”
Snapping his gaze up to meet Sawyer’s, Royce recognized the hungry look in his lover’s eyes. Sawyer would lick every bit of cum from his body when he finished fucking him. Just the thought was enough to catapult him over the edge.
“Oh. Oh God. Fuuuuck.”
Sawyer held his thighs in a bruising grip, hammering Royce’s prostate until he had nothing left to give. Royce felt like he melted into the mattress while Sawyer came undone, snapping his hips forward a few more times before spilling inside him. Royce loved the way Sawyer’s corded muscles flexed beneath his skin, showcasing his man’s strength. The dark brown eyes staring at Royce were warm and tender.
“How’s your shoulder?” Sawyer asked, lowering Royce’s legs.
Royce wrapped his legs around the back of Sawyer’s thighs, keeping Sawyer tucked inside him. “It’s fine,” Royce said, caressing Sawyer’s face. “Why don’t you come down here and see for yourself?”
Sawyer lowered himself down to lick the cum off Royce’s chest and abdomen, working upward until their lips met. They kissed until their bodies cooled and their hearts settled into a normal rhythm. Royce reluctantly released his hold on Sawyer so he could ease his dick out of him. Then they walked on shaky legs to the shower to clean off. Sawyer had always been attentive with him, but he was even more so when he insisted on looking at Royce’s hole.
“I’m okay,” Royce said, fighting off embarrassment when Sawyer dropped to his knees in the shower, which was silly when he thought about it. He encouraged Sawyer to stick his tongue in his ass but got weirded out when Sawyer wanted to be sure he was okay after bottoming for the first time. “You’re so fucking good at this. I would’ve told you when you were balls deep inside me, but you fucked out my ability to think. I’m probably going to feel you for a day or two, but I love that, especially after my bold move at the bar. They’re all wondering who tops and bottoms now anyway. I can make you limp the day after. Keep them guessing.”
Sawyer laughed and slapped his ass, then rose up to wrap his arms around him. “At least Fuentes knows to move on now.”
“Hell fucking yeah.” Royce turned around so he could kiss Sawyer, then noticed the slight frown marring Sawyer’s forehead. “Baby, what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong. How could there be after what we just shared?”
Royce thought back to the moment in the bedroom when something in Sawyer’s voice triggered an alarm, added it to his over-the-top concern about his ass, and drew a conclusion that made him sick to his stomach. “Was your first time a bad experience?”
“Figured that out, huh?”
“I am a detective,” Royce countered. He tightened his hold on Sawyer, wanting to ask but afraid to know the answer.
“I wasn’t assaulted. I consented to have sex with a college senior when I was a freshman. He assumed I was more experienced than I was, probably because that’s how I played it. He was too rough with me.”
“I want his name,” Royce growled.
“No way. If you get kicked off the force, they’d probably promote Fuentes to be my partner. I can’t handle the knuckle-dragging that would follow. You’d probably piss on my leg each morning before I left for work.”
In spite of the serious subject, Royce tilted his head back and laughed at the image Sawyer’s words stirred, which had been his aim. “Golden showers are not anywhere on my list of things to try. That goes for giving or receiving.” He sobered then. “I’m glad you didn’t let the insensitive bastard ruin something you love.”
“It took me years to get over it. I was a committed top until—” Sawyer’s eyes widened slightly. Talking about Vic seemed to make him uncomfortable as if he wasn’t sure how much to say.
“Until you met Vic,” Royce said softly, finishing the sentence for him. Sawyer hesitated for a second, then nodded. He cupped Sawyer’s face and leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “I don’t ever want you to stop talking about him. If you want to tell me a story about Vic, then I want to hear it. Do you think I’m mad he helped heal a damaged part of you? Fuck no. I love what we share, and it might not be possible if not for him.”
“You’re the only one other than Vic that I’ve given myself to since losing my virginity. The only two I trusted with all of me.”
Tears stung the back of Royce’s eyes. “Me? I was such a dick to you.”
“Yeah, but you were an honest one. Something about you just clicked for me. I was just going through the motions of life until I met you, Royce. Don’t ever doubt your importance to me.”
“I won’t. I’ll also try not to overreact when we run into another of your hookups.”
“God, you make it sound like there were so many, dickhead. I didn’t have a revolving bedroom door like you,” Sawyer quipped.
“My prowess was greatly exaggerated, asshole.”
“Think we should do something about our pet names for each other?”
“Fuck no. It’s who we are,” Royce replied. “I mean, our last names are about as cheesy as it gets for a couple.”
“True.”