Page 42 of The Paternity Puzzle
“Come?”
Royce dipped his fingers lower, pushing between Sawyer’s ass cheeks to tap a finger against his quivering pucker. “Squirming will press the butt plug against your prostate.”
The words alone were enough to make Sawyer groan and press against Royce’s finger. They hadn’t used a plug in a long time, and the prospect of doing so in public sent sharp pangs of arousal straight to his balls. Royce eased his hand free of his swimming trunks, but not before Sawyer’s body reacted to the physical and verbal stimulation.
“Can’t have that,” Royce said, nodding toward Sawyer’s semi-erection. “You should cool off.” He grabbed the daiquiri with one hand and flipped Sawyer’s raft with the other.
Sawyer knew the payback was coming, but he still managed to get water up his nose. He sputtered when he surfaced,reclaimed his fruity drink, and kissed Royce hard on the mouth. “What will you do to me after we get home from dinner?”
Royce gripped Sawyer’s ass with both hands and yanked him forward. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
Royce stopped at a red light and looked over at the passenger seat, where Sawyer half moaned in pleasure and half groaned in dismay from stimulation overload. “Problems?”
Sawyer turned and scowled at him. The red glow from the traffic light covered half of his face, making his expression look sinister. “You didn’t tell me the damn butt plug would vibrate when you slipped it inside my ass or that it had settings you could control with a remote.”
“You didn’t ask,” Royce replied with a shrug. “Besides, my mouth was full of your dick at the time, and the thought slipped my mind.”
Half of Sawyer’s face lit up green, so Royce gave his full attention to the road and hit the gas. His husband growled and rocked his hips in the seat. “A cock ring and a butt plug are too much. Hurts.” But then he ruined the complaint with a long, delicious moan. “So good.”
“Sounds like one of my favorite songs.” Royce reached into his pocket and pressed the up-arrow key on the tiny remote as he sang lines from the John Mellencamp song.
“Fuck. Oh fuck!”
“You want me to fuck off, fuck around, or fuck you?”
A dark laugh rumbled from Sawyer, and he sounded borderline delirious. “Yes. Just yes. Drive faster.”
“Speeding is against the law.”
Sawyer braced one hand on the dashboard and the other on the side window. He ground his hips, riding the toy with abandon. “I’m going to come without you.” He tilted his head back, and his moans turned into needy whimpers. Royce knew the sounds Sawyer made when he was on the verge of orgasm, and he was right there.
Royce turned the vibrations off and earned an angry snarl. “Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”
“I might kill you for this.”
Royce waggled his brows. “I think the pleasure might kill us both.”
They made two more right turns into their neighborhood and one left into their driveway. The garage door had barely rolled up high enough to drive under, but Royce was on a mission. He put the SUV in park, killed the engine, and hit the overhead button to close the door. He didn’t wait for complete privacy before he reached for Sawyer. Their seat belts made things difficult, so they unbuckled them and exited the car as fast as they could, meeting at the hood of the SUV with hungry mouths and roaming hands.
“Fuck me. Fuck me right now,” Sawyer said in between kisses. “Bend me over the hood.”
“You’re not in charge, remember?”
Sawyer closed his eyes and whined. “You’ve punished me enough for one night.”
Royce nipped a path along his neck and guided him to the door. “I’ll decide when it’s enough.”
They stumbled into the house, banging the door into the wall hard enough to knock the decorative key holder to the floor. Instead of fixing it, Royce tossed his set onto the mess andkept guiding Sawyer sideways. He reached into his pocket and removed the little remote.
“Don’t you d—”
Sawyer gasped when Royce powered up the vibration on the plug, and his eyes rolled back in his head a little. Sawyer whimpered and attacked Royce’s mouth with a savagery that knocked Royce back a step until he recovered and seized control again, clumsily steering his husband through the house. They bumped into a stool and knocked something off the kitchen island onto the floor. It didn’t involve shattered glass, so Royce kept going. Sawyer’s foot caught on the living room rug, and they both nearly toppled to the ground. Sawyer laughed as he righted himself, and Royce decided he had to have him right then.
Royce made quick work of loosening Sawyer’s belt and opening his pants. One good tug and the fabric pooled at Sawyer’s ankles, leaving him in tight white briefs. The head of his dick had leaked enough cum to make a large transparent circle on the fabric. Royce dropped to his knees, tonguing the wet spot and moaning when he got a taste of Sawyer. Hands fisted in his hair, dragging his face closer, but Royce only used the tip of his tongue to drive his husband into a higher state of arousal.
“Something is about to burst,” Sawyer growled.
Royce sat back on his haunches and stared up at his husband. He’d removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere, leaving his gorgeously toned body mostly bare. “You’re about to bust a nut on this rug when I bend you over and fuck you.”