Page 43 of The Paternity Puzzle
Sawyer couldn’t get free from his shoes, socks, and pants fast enough. Royce worried he’d fall and helped him undress before he injured something vital. Sawyer wrapped a fist around his dick and stroked. His balls looked taut and ready to blow from being restricted. “Better h-hurry.”
Royce tugged Sawyer’s hand away from his dick. “Get on your knees, then.”
While Sawyer got into position, Royce stripped off his shirt, shucked his pants and underwear down his legs, and located the bottle of lube hidden in the living room. He turned and found Sawyer on his hands and knees with his legs spread and his ass pushed out and presented for Royce’s pleasure. What in the hell had he done to deserve this man? He’d probably never have an answer to the question and decided it wasn’t the right time to ponder life’s biggest mysteries when its biggest pleasure awaited.
Royce dropped to his knees behind his husband and leaned over his back. Sawyer whimpered when Royce’s dick pressed against his ass, and he trembled when Royce settled his hand on Sawyer’s chest. Curious fingers snaked a path down his belly, swirled in the sticky mess his precum had made before nudging the head of his engorged dick.
“I need you,” Sawyer moaned.
“You have me.” Placing a kiss between tense shoulders, Royce eased up so he could attend to Sawyer’s ass first. He gripped the handle of the plug and gave it a little nudge to make Sawyer buck into the pleasure. “Easy now,” Royce urged as he gently twisted and wiggled the plug free. He dropped the toy to the rug, and Royce took his time tracing the flexing pucker. “I’m going to fill you and fuck you without mercy.”
“Finally,” Sawyer whined.
Royce slapped his ass cheek to remind him who was in charge, but his dick ached too much to drag this foreplay out much longer. He coated his dick with lube, lined it up, and plunged inside Sawyer’s snug heat on a triumphant shout. He’d wanted to go slow and draw out their pleasure, but they were both too far gone. Royce went to work, pounding the sweetest ass in existence. When his orgasm loomed near, he released thecock ring from Sawyer’s balls. One more deep thrust and Sawyer spilled all over the rug, his ass clamping tighter around Royce’s dick with every spurt. The orgasm hit like a Mack truck, and Royce pumped his release inside Sawyer, holding him tight as if he might try to escape. They collapsed to the rug and quickly rolled over once Sawyer landed in the mess he’d made. They lay on their sides, staring into one another’s eyes as they came down off their high.
“That was insane,” Sawyer said between pants.
“Same time next week?” Royce asked.
Laughing, Sawyer rolled his husband onto his back and kissed him soundly. “Maybe we don’t involve the unsuspecting public. We live in this community, and it won’t do either of our reputations any good if you’re caught holding the remote after I jizz my pants in public.”
Royce snorted before giving in to a full-body laugh. “Fair enough. We’ll wait until we go out of town.”
“Deal,” Sawyer said before nuzzling his nose into Royce’s neck. “We need showers. I feel like I’m covered in cum.”
“Just a little here and there.”
“You know how fussy I am.”
Royce rubbed his hand through the mess, smearing it into Sawyer’s skin. “While I love getting you dirty.”
They moved to the bathroom, where they continued necking and petting in the shower. Afterward, Royce left Sawyer to lounge in bed to watch television while he fixed the key holder, cleaned the cum off the carpet, and retrieved their clothes. His phone fell out of his pocket when he lifted his jeans, and Royce saw a text notification. His brain was too scattered from sex to recognize its importance until he opened the thread and read the message.
He and Diego had spent their day trying to track down the Matisse’s household staff, only to come up empty. They’ddiscovered that the chef, Ricardo Ramirez, had gone out of town on a short cruise with his boyfriend. The couple’s chatty neighbor said the men had been planning the cruise for over a year, so they hadn’t fled the country to cover up a crime or avoid talking to him. Trying to find Yvonne Miller, the Matisses’ full-time housekeeper, had been a different story altogether. She lived in a neighborhood that didn’t trust cops, so they weren’t willing to discuss where she might be.
Royce had left voicemail messages and texted her a few times, but she hadn’t responded all day. And he understood why she would be hesitant to talk to them about the Matisse family. Even if she hadn’t witnessed anything nefarious, just talking to the police could jeopardize future employment with clients like the Matisse family. Wealthy folks liked to protect their privacy, and Yvonne wouldn’t want to get a reputation as someone with loose lips. But the housekeeper had finally responded and agreed to speak with them in the morning at a neutral location away from the Matisse home. After a quick text exchange, they agreed to meet at Bytes and Brew at seven thirty in the morning.
Royce updated Diego on the latest development and let out an excited whoop, certain Yvonne would have good intel on that family. Mind-bending sex followed by a potential break in the case called for a celebration, and ice cream sundaes sounded like the perfect way to cap off a wonderful evening. Royce dropped the dirty clothes and retreated into the kitchen to whip up a sweet treat, and that’s when he noticed the paper bag with a bakery logo and what appeared to be pastry crumbs all over the floor.
“What are you whooping it up about in here?” Sawyer asked as he strolled into the kitchen in a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants.
Just like that, Royce’s brain was temporarily distracted. “Damn, I like the way your dick looks in those PJs.”
Sawyer snorted. “There’s no way you have any gas left in the tank.”
Royce shrugged. “Doesn’t stop me from noticing and admiring perfection when I see it.” He lifted the paper bag. “What was in here?”
Sawyer narrowed his eyes. “Croissants. Kelsey brought over half a dozen this morning. We each ate one and shared a third. You didn’t sniff them out when you got home?”
Royce shook his head. “I can’t believe my nose failed me.” He pointed to the crumbs on the floor. A trail led into the utility room, where they kept the pet food bowls. “I think we knocked the bag off the table when we stumbled into the house, and I bet I know who ate the final three croissants while we were fucking like porn stars on the rug.”
The trail of buttery pastry crumbs led them straight to their thieving cat and dog, who stared up at them with innocent eyes.
Meow.Bones’ denial dislodged a hunk of pastry off one of his whiskers.
Yip, yip, yip.Dolly’s bouncing barks sent a flurry of tiny flakes to the ground like a French pastry snowfall.
“Holy shit,” Sawyer said. “I better call Kelsey and see what other flavors she purchased in case any of the ingredients were toxic. I know they didn’t eat any chocolate, lavender, or honey.”