Page 8 of GDL (BBA: Bad Boy Academy)

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Kynan

I may have blown my load embarrassingly quickly, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot.

Sawyer bites back a smile. "Oh, yeah? What have you got in mind?"

I take a deep breath and finally let go of the poor man's shoulder. I've held on to him with such a death grip I hope he doesn't bruise.

What do I have in mind?

I've just experienced my first orgasm with and because of another man. I should be in shock, but there's no room for anything other than exhilaration and hunger. Rather than fizzling post-nut, my attraction to Sawyer is only increasing. We're just getting started.

I'll figure out what all this means later, for now I'm going to listen to what my body is telling me. And my ass is sending me a message loud and clear. I stare into Sawyer's intense green eyes and say, "I want you to fuck me."

He lowers his head, his eyes probing into me. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. But just know, first times are often awkward and messy and can even be painful, so if you want to stop or?—"

I shut him up with a kiss. "Save the PSA for another time," I murmur into his mouth. "I've been practicing with toys. I know what to expect."

Sawyer lets out a soft chuckle, grazing my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "All right then. Let's do it."

We resume making out. It's so different to kissing a woman. Sawyer's lips are soft but the skin around them has a different texture. And his tongue is commanding in a way I've never experienced before.

He eases me onto my back then trails kisses down my neck, my chest, my abs. My dick is spent but trying to rise again. It's coated in my release, but that doesn't put Sawyer off as he slides his tongue over it, gently cupping my balls.

And then his mouth lands on my inner thigh, and holy fucking shit, why has no one told me the inner thighs are where it's at? Who knew I had so many sensitive nerve endings there? My whole body buzzes with a delicious current.

Sawyer's hands slide down to the backs of my knees. He positions himself on his stomach and lifts my legs into the air. I cock my head. This doesn't make sense. If he wants to fuck me, he's in entirely the wrong position, that massive uncut cock of his trapped under his stomach.

And then… His tongue. My hole.

"Holy fucking shit!" I scream into the room, my lower back arching off the mattress. If I thought inner thighs were a happening hotspot, they've just been replaced by my hole. "What are you doing?"

Sawyer stops licking me, and I immediately regret asking because I never want him to stop. "Eating you out, baby. Just relax. I got you. This whole night is about you. I'm going to make you feel so good."

My head sinks into the soft pillows, and I surrender to Sawyer's tongue.

Then to his fingers, working me up and stretching me out one expert digit at a time.

And then finally to his cock.

He worked me out so well I handle the first slide into me easily, gripping the sheets and riding out that almost overwhelming feeling of fullness. Just as the sensation threatens to overwhelm, the ridge breaks, and I fall into a paradise of pleasure.

My ass burns hot, spreading a fiery warmth throughout my entire body from the balls of my feet right up to my eyelashes. I latch onto his sturdy shoulders and look up at the face of the man fucking me for the first time.

"You okay?" he asks, slowing down.

"I am. I love this. Thank you."

"No. Thank you ." He strokes his hand down the side of my face. "You ready for more?"

Uh, there's more?

Not wanting to appear totally clueless, I smile and say, "Sure am."

And with that, he speeds up, and Jesus fucking Christ, he's hitting depths I never knew I had. My feet fly around in the air, and I grip the sheets with one hand and the pillow with the other, holding on for dear life.

Sawyer is fucking the living shit out of me…and I am here for it.

So is my dick, now fully hard again. I let go of the pillow and start jerking myself off. Sawyer's eyes go round. "Fuck, that's so hot. Blow another load for me, baby. I want to feel you come when I'm inside you."

That's all it takes for me to be blowing my second embarrassingly fast load of the night. Once I stop rocking like I've just been electrocuted, Sawyer bites his lip in concentration and tenderly eases out of my body.

I instantly miss the fullness and whine, "No, stay. I want you inside of me."

"You've just come, baby. Your body is sensitive now and needs a break," he murmurs tenderly, sweeping away some loose hair clamped to my sweaty forehead. "And I gave you quite a fucking. I don't want you to be sore tomorrow."

I love the care he's displaying, but my inner sex demon isn't having it. "But you haven't come yet."

"That's fine. I don't need to."

Fuck that. Oh, yes, he does.

I grab his sides and force him up my body until he's straddling my chest, which gives me perfect access to his cock. I peel the condom off, grip the thick base with one hand, open my mouth, and take him inside me.

I ignore the faint smell of latex as my body floods with arousal. I'm sucking a dude…and I really, really like it. Twisting my wrist and pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, my focus narrows on the one and only thing that matters—making Sawyer feel good.

He lets out a series of guttural moans, and I peer up his body. His skin is soaked with sweat, and his eyes are wild with lust as he meets my gaze. "You're doing so well," he encourages, folding his hands against the back of my head, not to encourage me to go faster or deeper, but for support so I don't strain my neck.

Seriously. This guy is the best.

And as I bob away, determined to drain the life—and a massive load—out of him, I realize my feelings for Sawyer run way deeper than I first thought. I'm not just attracted to him. I don't just respect and admire him. I think… I think I'm seriously falling for him.

And right as that realization hits me, Sawyer's cock swells in my mouth. "Gonna come," he announces with an urgency that makes me think his orgasm is about to arrive faster than intended.

Good. Glad I'm not the only one.

"You can pull off if you like," he says, all the muscles in his neck strained. "You don't have to swallow."

I may not have to, but I sure as hell want to.

Doubling down with my hand and my mouth, I give my everything in these final few seconds, worshipping Sawyer's cock with all my might until it erupts in my mouth. Warm, salty jets spray down my throat, and I do my best to gobble them up, but there's so much that eventually I can't keep up, and it overflows out of my mouth, dribbling down my chin.

"Fuuuuck," Sawyer says, swinging his leg off me and wiping his cum off my face with his thumb as he lies down beside me. "That was incredible."

I swallow the last of his cum, vowing to remember the taste of him forever, and turn onto my side to face him. "Yeah. It was."

He smiles, all sweaty and disheveled, and I like getting to see this unguarded, relaxed side of him. "Stay the night?" he offers, grazing the edge of my shoulder with his fingers.

And just like that, I'm snapped out of my post-sex reverie and back to reality. I can't stay. I have a son to get back to.

"I'd like to, but I can't," I start, hoping he thinks my voice sounds a little off because he literally rocked my world, not because I'm keeping a huge secret from him. "Have an early start tomorrow. I want to hit the road early to beat the traffic."

Sawyer doesn't move, staring at me with that intense reporter look he gets sometimes, and I just know he knows I'm hiding something. My stomach churns, which really sucks because not moments earlier, I'd been on such a high.

"All right." He gets up and extends his hand. I take it as he says, "At least have a shower and let me help you get cleaned up."

We have a shower. And he does help me get cleaned up…

After fucking me one more time.

"Why do you have vomit on your shoulder?" Sawyer asks two days later.

I'm exhausted. Worried out of my mind. And with vomit on my shoulder, apparently.

"Sorry, what?" I've just taken my jacket off and sat down next to Sawyer in the VIP section of Hollywood's newest hotspot.

Concern flickers in his eyes, and I don't blame him. I look like shit. Dark circles under my eyes from not getting a wink of sleep last night, my hair's a stringy mess, and these jeans have seen better days. Not exactly a good look to be out in public in, but I honestly couldn't care less. I don't want to be here.

I grab a shot from the tray on the table and throw it back. After returning from visiting Logan and Wade yesterday afternoon, Ashton started coughing. Then throwing up. By the evening, he was running a fever. I rushed him to my doctor, and it turns out the little guy's got a stomach bug. I canceled my day's plans but wasn't able to get out of this event since BBA are getting paid 50k each to make an appearance here.

Sawyer places a hand on my lap. "How about we get some fresh air?"

"That'd be great." I tell the other guys where I'm going then follow Sawyer through the packed club and up a flight of stairs that leads to an open—and thankfully empty—rooftop.

"How do you know about this place?"

"It mentioned a private rooftop in the invite. I've never been much of a partyer, so whenever I go to these sorts of things, I always make sure to find out if there are any quiet areas I can escape to at some point."

"I like your thinking," I reply when what I really want to say is: I really fucking missed you even though we only spent one day without seeing each other.

Being apart made me realize how much of a fixture he's become in my life in such a short span of time. Doesn't help that I spent most of yesterday with Logan and Wade talking about him. Sure, they had questions about Ashton and how all that came about, too, but they were intrigued that I've got feelings for someone when I've always been Mr. Keep it Casual. There's also the fact that Sawyer's a man, and a much older man at that, which, as Logan enjoyed pointing out repeatedly , is something he'd expect from our other brother, Bodhi, who famously has a major thing for older dudes.

Guess he's not the only one.

The more I verbalized what's been going on between Sawyer and me and the feelings I'm developing for him, the more it made them real. That was a blessing and a curse because it also made me even more aware of how fragile this thing is. How many challenges and obstacles we face if we have even the slightest hope in hell of making it work.

We walk over to the edge. The air is surprisingly still. I stare out at the grid of buildings around us, admiring the beautiful, chaotic way LA sprawls out in every direction. There are twinkling lights as far as the eye can see.

"How was your trip?" Sawyer's deep voice slices through the night air. "Was it nice to see your brother?"

"It was. He's recently started dating his best friend, so it was cool to see them both so happy."

"Ah, the joys of new love."

"Exactly." Without thinking, I reach over and take Sawyer's hand. "I feel better already. Thank you for this."

Sawyer looks at our connected hands then back up at me and smiles. "I'm glad to hear it."

I tell him a bit more about Thickehead, the small mountain town I grew up in, and some of the kooky people who call it home, being careful not to accidentally let anything about Ashton slip out.

I hate holding this back from Sawyer, but I feel like I should tell the rest of my family next. Logan had a quiet word with me before I left, telling me he was slightly hurt I'd told BBA before him, and I see his point. I can admit when I'm wrong, and it might have been a mistake not telling my blood family first.

Changing the topic, I say, "Tell me about your sons."

"They're my proudest achievement." Sawyer breaks out into a huge smile. "Finch is making a name for himself in sports reporting. He's mad about cycling and is hoping to score the first interview with Jaxon Ducati after his big drug scandal."

"You Bannister men love chasing a big story."

Sawyer turns to me and winks. "We sure do."

Something very unprofessional hangs between us—most likely the memory from two nights ago when he fucked me so hard I can still feel it when I walk, forty-eight hours later—but as tempting as it is to take advantage of being out here alone and turn things sexual again, I also want to learn more about him. "And your other son, Benji, he's an author, right?"

Sawyer keeps his eyes on me for a while before answering, "An internationally bestselling author, yes. He went through a rough patch with his mental health for a while there, but he's doing great now. Got a great partner, Darren. They were best friends before they got together."

I chuckle. "Same as Logan and Wade."

"It makes sense." Sawyer turns, staring out into the city. "Friendship is the foundation of any good relationship."

I pause, then decide to ask the question anyway. "You speaking from experience?"

"Yeah." A strange look falls over his face. He's silent for a really long time before speaking again. "Elaine and I loved each other very much. Her passing keeps her in a capsule, and I don't want to do anything to tarnish her memory. First and foremost, we were great friends. We had so much in common, whether it was music or politics or both of us believing sleeping in on a Sunday is a human right."

Despite his lighthearted comment, his expression remains pensive. "We were so young when we got together. We fell pregnant and got married before either one of us knew who we truly were. We were so unprepared, and it took its toll on our relationship. I feel like we'd always have been friends, but I don't know if we'd have stayed together. It's kind of a tricky one to think about."

"I can understand that."

"You can?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't have the lived experience you do, but I understand what you mean about not wanting to imagine a life without her now that she's gone. It's almost disrespectful to her memory, right?"

"Yeah. That's exactly it."

I nudge him with my elbow. "Don't sound so surprised. I'm wise and mature beyond my years."

He turns to face me, and we kiss. It's a soothing kiss. A gentle kiss. A coming home kiss.

After a while, Sawyer shifts, taking a half step back. He aims those inquisitive green eyes at me. "So, are we ready to talk about the elephant in the room now?"

"What elephant?"

He taps my shoulder, right next to my vomit stain. Fuck. I'd completely forgotten about that.

"Like I said, I'm not here sniffing around for some scandal or to ruin your reputation, but please don't insult my intelligence." He takes a good long hard look at me and asks, "You ready to talk? Properly?"

I drop my head back as far as it will go and stare at the stars overhead. "What do you want to know?"

He pauses, then asks the question I was dreading. "Have you got a child, Kynan?"