Page 31 of Killer Honeymoon
Sawyer wanted to remind the girls of their offer, but there was no way to do it without Evan hearing, and antagonizing the drunk guy was the last thing he wanted to do. They watched in silence as the women and Evan filed into the house.
A gust of wind swirled down the street, lifting Sawyer’s damp hair off his forehead.
“I thought the wind blew in from the other direction,” Royce said.
“It does.”
“It feels cooler than it was just thirty minutes ago,” Royce added.
“It is. A storm is brewing.”
Royce looked over at the rental house across the street. “A real storm or a metaphorical one?”
An ominous feeling snaked down Sawyer’s spine, making the hair stand up on the back of his neck. “Both.”
Royce’s head suddenly felt too heavy for his neck to support, so he let it fall back against the headboard and closed his eyes.
“Huh-uh,” Sawyer whispered huskily. “Eyes open. You don’t want to miss it.”
Royce snapped his head up, and his gaze naturally fell to his lap where his husband was expertly stroking his dick while waiting for the sun to rise over the lake. Sawyer had gotten up, made their coffee, and had opened the double doors at the foot of their bed so they could watch Mother Nature show off in comfort. As stunning as the view was, Royce was finding it hard to focus on anything other than Sawyer’s magic touch. The crown of his dick glistened in the predawn light after Sawyer smeared his precum around with his thumb.
“You’re right about that,” Royce said, settling back against the pillows to watch Sawyer lazily stroke him off.
Sawyer suddenly withdrew his hand, and Royce immediately mourned its absence. “I’m trying to be romantic.”
“So am I.” Royce leaned over and nuzzled his nose against Sawyer’s neck. His skin was warm and smelled like cotton sheets and wet dreams. “I was about to shower you with my love.”
Sawyer snorted and playfully pushed Royce back to his side of the bed. “I’m about to make this the best sunrise you’ve ever seen.” Then Sawyer repositioned himself lower on the bed and leaned over Royce’s lap. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” Sawyer said, his hot breath teasing Royce’s eager dick. He shivered hard and naturally slid his hands into Sawyer’s hair. “I will go down on you while you describe the sunrise in great detail.” Sawyer turned his head and met Royce’s gaze. “You’ll want to watch me suck you off, but I’ll stop if you quit talking.”
Royce’s mouth popped open, but no words tumbled out until Sawyer laughed triumphantly.
“Deal?” Sawyer asked. “You can just nod if you can’t find your voice.”
Royce narrowed his eyes at his smug-as-fuck husband. “Don’t expect me to be poetic when my balls are aching to unload.”
Sawyer leaned forward and nipped a spot above his belly button. “I don’t want poetic. I want your real reactions. I want you to tell me what you see, hear, and smell.”
“Fine, but then you get to write an essay on what you taste,” Royce remarked.
Sawyer responded by swiping his tongue over the head of his dick to wick away the precum, then turned his head and gazed out the double doors. “Any moment now.”
“Hey,” Royce said, “that’s my line.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Eyes on the horizon. What do you see?”
“Several shades—” Royce’s words died in his throat when Sawyer wrapped his lips around his cockhead. “Of blue,” Royce whispered when Sawyer swirled his tongue before sinking a little lower. “The lake is so dark it looks black. Most of the sky looks like those dark denim jeans you like. The ones that hug your ass so perfectly. Between the darker shades is a paler strip of blue. It’s not as light as the briefs you like me to wear.”
His breath hitched again as Sawyer’s talented mouth sank to the base of his dick. Royce swallowed hard and focused on listening to something other than his pounding heart and the greedy noises Sawyer made. God, how the hell was he supposed to concentrate on tree frogs and birds when Sawyer’s slurping suction made his eyes roll back in his head?
That was it! “The tree frogs are still out, and the birds are just coming alive.” Instead of sounding loud and annoying, he found their serenades pleasant. “I hear water caressing the shoreline.” He moved his hand from Sawyer’s hair to stroke his strong back.
Sawyer slowly drew up the length of his dick and sucked the sensitive spot beneath his crown, and Royce nearly forgot his own name, let alone the assignment.
“Um…” he said, filling the silence with his incoherent rambling. Royce started to panic that Sawyer would stop and grasped for any lucid thought when a vanilla-scented breeze tickled his senses. It took him a second to pinpoint its origin. “I smell those pink flowers blooming outside our bedroom.” What were they called? “Um, swamp milkweed.” Sawyer rewarded Royce by hollowing out his cheeks. He hissed as the pleasure tightened his balls and searched for the next thing to say. “There’s a pale blue horizontal strip in the middle of the sky, and it seems to be growing and getting lighter. A peachy pink hue is now above the water, breaking up the blue monopoly.”
Sawyer took Royce down to the root again and swallowed.
“Christ, you’re good at that.”