Page 11 of Killer Honeymoon
His husband unleashed a low growl and slid his hands into Sawyer’s hair. Royce pressed his fingertips into Sawyer’s scalp as he planted one knee between Sawyer’s splayed legs and the other on the outside of his thigh. Reaching down with both hands, Sawyer gripped Royce’s bare ass and pulled him closer until the wet tip of Royce’s cock brushed against his abdomen. Royce broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Sawyer’s. The two of them panted as if they’d just run a marathon, but the fun had only just begun.
“Christ, I’m already primed to go off,” Royce growled.
“You said you wanted me everywhere, but it doesn’t have to be all at once.”
Royce lowered his hands to Sawyer’s shoulders, pushed him onto his back, and repositioned his body to straddle Sawyer’s hips. He aligned their cocks and thrust forward. Fireworks exploded in Sawyer’s brain when the head of Royce’s cock rubbed against that magic spot beneath his crown. Royce leaned forward, braced his hands on the bed, and ground his leaking dick against Sawyer’s repeatedly until Sawyer’s eyes rolled back and an orgasm threatened.
Sawyer slapped his ass to get his attention. “Not yet. One of us needs to be inside the other when we come.” He took a shaky breath. “I want to give you your fantasy.”
“You’re already every fantasy come to life,” Royce said huskily.
Sawyer reached up and stroked Royce’s face. “Me on my knees, your cock in my ass, and your fingers tangled up in the corset laces.” The mental picture had never faded from Sawyer’s mind once he’d learned about Royce’s fantasy.
Royce’s nostrils flared, and he kissed Sawyer hard on the mouth before he dismounted. “On your knees, then.”
Sawyer complied, assuming a pose he’d struck for Royce too many times to count, yet it somehow felt new at the same time. The hands teasing and preparing his body were the same ones who’d brought Sawyer to heights of ecstasy he’d never known existed. Yet a new promise caressed Sawyer’s skin and charged the air around them, especially when Royce gripped his corset laces with one hand and steadied Sawyer’s hip with the other as he drove balls deep inside him. Sawyer arched his back and cried out from the beautiful possession. He rocked his hips back, seeking more of…everything. Friction, penetration, and possession. He needed it all. But Royce seemed content to stay buried inside him, not moving because he swatted Sawyer’s ass to still his rocking hips.
Royce kept his fingers tangled in the corset laces but shifted his other hand up to stroke Sawyer’s back. “I’ve got you, baby. There are times to savor,” Royce said as he eased back until the head of his dick hovered nearly at Sawyer’s tight entrance. Sawyer gripped the duvet and breathed through his urges. Royce’s roaming hand settled on Sawyer’s neck and pressed his forehead down to the mattress. Then Royce snapped his hips forward, slamming his pelvis into Sawyer’s ass. “And there are times to devour.”
Sawyer opened his mouth to ask which time this was, but the only sound he made was a slutty moan.
Of course, Royce knew. He leaned over Sawyer’s back and demonstrated that their first night as husbands was both the time to savor and devour. He rode Sawyer tender and hard, constantly changing the tempo just as Sawyer was about to come. Royce rolled to his back, giving Sawyer the illusion that he was in charge, but once again, he shifted them into a new position before Sawyer could find the release he was chasing.
Royce then pinned Sawyer beneath him on the bed, pressing his body flat against the mattress after adding more lube and driving home once more. By then, Sawyer’s entire body quivered with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Royce kept fucking him in short, hard bursts. Royce’s jaw tightened, and Sawyer could tell he was about to come. He pulled free at the last moment and rolled to his back before they climaxed.
Royce panted and slapped his hand on Sawyer’s thigh. “Get the lube. You’re up.”
Sawyer slicked his cock in record time but didn’t rush through his ministrations to Royce’s pucker. Sawyer took Royce’s mouth in a kiss, then drove into him in one long thrust. He captured his husband’s grunt and tasted his arousal, and it was more intoxicating than any drug on the planet. Royce wrapped both arms around his back, holding Sawyer tightly against his chest. Sawyer fucked him relentlessly, driving their bodies higher on the bed until Royce broke their kiss and sucked in air.
Royce fisted both hands in the corset laces and twisted. “Make me come.”
Sawyer was on the precipice of losing it, so he drove deep once more, and Royce came apart in his arms. His ass clamped down on Sawyer’s cock, and he followed Royce over the edge. Sawyer kept pumping his hips until he’d given his last drop, then collapsed on the bed beside Royce. He turned his head on the pillow and studied his husband.
“You look well and truly fucked.”
Royce turned his head and smiled. “So do you. Maybe I could’ve been a little more considerate since we’re going on a road trip for our honeymoon.” He raked his mercurial gaze over Sawyer’s corset-covered torso. “Oh man. I got my spunk all over your vest.”
Sawyer glanced down and saw the large wet spot on the fabric. He winked at Royce and said, “Julian constructed it from durable materials. I think cum is a common spill on this type of garment.”
Royce looked around the room at the flickering candles. “Where’d these come from, and how’d you have time to strip out of your suit, put your vest back on, and light all these candles?”
Sawyer leaned over, opened his nightstand drawer, and pulled out a small remote. He aimed it at one set of candles and hit the Off button. The group of candles went out immediately. He pushed the On button, and they relit. “LED candles with a remote,” he said when Royce looked at him like he’d performed a magic trick. “I bought them weeks ago, installed the batteries, and hid them in the closet until tonight. It only took me seconds to set up. The vest was easy to remove and replace. There aren’t that many buttons.”
“You don’t adjust the laces?” Royce asked.
“You can once the corset is on if you need to tighten or loosen it. Julian helped me get the fit just right when I picked it up with my suit a few days ago.” Sawyer rolled onto his side to face Royce, and his husband mirrored his move. Neither of them seemed to care about drying cum or the forgotten bottle of champagne. “Thank you for making today perfect.”
“Your mom did all the hard work. I didn’t do anything besides show up.”
“And that’s what made the day perfect,” Sawyer said. “The rest was beautiful but immaterial.” He reached over and cupped Royce’s jaw. “I love you.”
“I love you most.”
Lazy Sunday sex was Royce’s favorite, and he had every intention of making their first Sunday as husbands something extraordinary. He’d just pressed a kiss to the back of Sawyer’s neck and had plans to do a whole lot more when the doorbell rang. He lifted his head and checked the time on Sawyer’s alarm. Eight o’clock. Who the hell was it? Royce had met with Topher the previous day to give him a spare house key, but he wasn’t due to arrive for a few hours.
Topher had seemed like the natural choice to watch the house and babysit the cat since he wasn’t married or in a serious relationship, and Bones adored him. Topher had proven himself the eager-beaver detective at the precinct, but spoiling their lazy Sunday sex wasn’t winning him any favors.
Sawyer pressed his ass against Royce’s groin. “Ignore whoever it is, and they’ll go away,” he grumbled.