Page 20 of Killer Honeymoon
“You thinkIhave the upper hand in this relationship? Get real. Some might say it’s a tad disturbing how you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Not to mention our cat.”
Royce couldn’t hide the smug pride swelling in his chest. He aimed a gloating grin at Sawyer. “I really couldn’t care less whatsomemight say, but I care if you’re bothered by our dynamic.” He waggled his brows and crooked his finger. Sawyer immediately leaned toward him for a kiss.
“See?” Sawyer said once they parted. “I should play harder to get, but I won’t because I wouldn’t change anything about us. If I did have a problem, I’d use my words like an adult and tell you.”
“I love that about us,” Royce replied. He lifted his flute, and Sawyer touched it to Royce’s before they took a sip. “I would’ve thought loving someone would be harder.”
“I think love comes easily when you’ve found the right person. The real work is keeping the spark alive.”
“Baby, I’m sparking,” Royce said.
Sawyer slid a hand under the covers and stroked Royce’s thigh. His first inclination was to toss their plates aside and get lost in each other, but he wanted to draw out Sawyer’s surprise.
“Food first,” he said.
Sawyer pouted for a heartbeat before retracting his hand and refocusing his attention on his breakfast. “Fine. You want delayed gratification? You’ll get it.”
Royce snickered and reminded Sawyer again that he was the one who’d laid down the rules.
Once they’d emptied their plates and drained their mimosas, Sawyer calmly set the dishes on the tray as if he wasn’t dying to discover what Royce had meant about being one step ahead of him.
“Anything you’d like to do today?” Sawyer asked, deliberately skipping over the fucking part of the morning agenda.
Royce replied by sliding down to lie flat on his back. He tucked his hands beneath his head and focused on the whirling ceiling fan. The warm morning sun and his sated stomach would usually lull him back to sleep, but Sawyer’s surprise had his full attention. One could say it was apressingurge.
Royce rolled his head to the side and met his husband’s smoldering gaze. “Knees to chest, remember?”
Sawyer slid down too but positioned himself to lie on his side. He reached over and stroked Royce’s chest above the line of blankets. Royce wanted to urge his husband’s talented hand lower but focused on the way the merest brush of Sawyer’s fingers made his skin tingle. It was only a matter of time until Sawyer discovered what Royce meant, and he planned to enjoy every moment of the journey.
Sawyer eased his hand under the covers, dipping it down to toy with Royce’s turgid nipples before lazily drawing a line down the middle of Royce’s abdomen. Sawyer circled his belly button, then took the same trail back to his neck.
“A cock ring?” Sawyer guessed.
Royce smiled and shook his head.
“Hmmm.” Down went Sawyer’s teasing finger and up went Royce’s vociferous lust. This time, Sawyer dipped his finger under the elastic band of Royce’s boxers. He encountered a leaking dick and lifted the digit to his mouth and sucked it clean. “Mmmmm.”
Royce squirmed a little but held firm. These were the types of games they liked to play. “A little warmer,” he whispered instead.
Curiosity and lust were twin flames dancing in Sawyer’s gaze. He tugged the covers down to Royce’s waist and leaned forward to lick the nipple closest to him. One long swipe nearly made him abandon his mission to lie still and fully submit. The cool breeze from the ceiling fan and Sawyer’s saliva made the nipple tighten harder. A shiver rippled through Royce, but he kept his hands tucked beneath his head instead of guiding Sawyer where he needed him most.
Soon, Sawyer replaced his curious fingers with his teasing tongue, lips, and teeth. Royce sucked in a sharp breath when Sawyer nipped a spot inside his right thigh just beneath his boxers. He lifted his head and smiled savagely at Royce. “That’s for the bite on my ass cheek I can still feel this morning.”
“Oops,” Royce said, but his smug tone made it clear an apology was not forthcoming.
Sawyer shoved his face in Royce’s groin, nuzzling and inhaling deep. “You’re my favorite smell in the entire world, especially when you’re hot for me.”
“So always?” Royce asked.
Sawyer replied by sucking on the head of his dick through the fabric. “Taste good too.”
“Feel even better,” Royce suggested.
Sawyer’s smile was downright evil when he said, “No topping from the bottom.”
Instead of stripping off Royce’s underwear and seeking his surprise, Sawyer straddled Royce’s thighs and took his own dick in hand. “Are you ready to spill your secrets?” A pearl of precum glistened on his crown. Royce wanted it on his tongue more than anything in the world, yet he remained still, knowing his patience would pay off in ways he probably couldn’t imagine.
“Seems to me you’re the one who’s about to do the spilling,” Royce teased.