R oyce 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 and kept 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.”
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 the cock 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’d discovered 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.”
“Lavender?” Royce scoffed. “The flower?”
“It’s a delicacy.”
“For birds and bees, maybe.”
“Be right back.” Sawyer darted from the room, and Royce heard the concern in his voice when he called Kelsey.
“Bad kids. Bad, bad kids,” Royce told them. “Your shenanigans might cause a trip the v-e-t.” Dolly would hate it, but Bones would soak up the adoration faster than they’d wolfed down the croissants.
Sawyer darted back into the utility room. “We’re in the clear. None of the other ingredients were toxic, but they might get upset stomachs from all the butter, so we’re not out of the woods completely.”
“You two aren’t gassing us out of our room tonight. You can sleep in your beds in the living room.”
“Yeah, what he said,” Sawyer told them.
“I’m going to make a bowl of ice cream. Do you want some frozen yogurt?”
“Yeah, but just a little. No toppings. I’ve indulged too much this weekend.”
“Watch it, or you’ll end up sleeping in the living room with Bones and Dolly.”
Sawyer laughed and followed Royce into the kitchen, where he picked up Royce’s tablet off the counter. “Kels helped me put together some design ideas for the nursery. Do you want to look at them and give me your thoughts?”
A warmth washed over Royce. It wasn’t just from the sappy look on his husband’s face or the gooey way Sawyer made him feel inside. It was the totality of the life they’d built and the dreams they were chasing. Royce cupped his neck and pulled him in for a hug. “Forget the ice cream. Show me your nursery ideas.”