Page 63 of The Sinner's Son
“Thank fuck,” Sawyer said. “It would be a big letdown if I only got a few pumps after you chased me down and threw me to the bed.”
“So feisty,” Royce said as he plunged two fingers into Sawyer’s tight channel, working his hole just the way they both liked. Slower, faster, harder, and gentler. Changing the tempo and intensity until his man’s entire existence was focused on the nerve endings in that tight little pucker and the happy button Royce kept pegging. “Give me your dick.”
“Ask nicely,” Royce said.
Sawyer writhed and humped the mattress, looking for the friction to make him come. “Dick now.”
Royce bit his lip to keep from laughing at Sawyer’s desperation. He eased his fingers from his ass, and Sawyer watched over his shoulder as Royce slicked himself with lube. Instead of pushing straight in, Royce rubbed the head of his dick around the rim of his sensitive opening.
“Shove that cock inside me and make me come.”
Royce slowly pushed in, watching the first few inches sink inside him. It took all his willpower not to bury himself deep and rut inside Sawyer until they both found release. But that would be too easy, and their sensual game would be over too soon. Royce eased back and pushed in, keeping his thrusts frustratingly shallow.
Sawyer bucked under him, trying to get more of Royce’s dick. “You won this round. Now, fuck me properly.”
Royce nuzzled against Sawyer’s neck. “Not sure you can use fuck and proper in the same sentence.”
Sawyer released a savage growl and used the power of his legs to drive them both backward, off the bed, and landing in the fancy velvet chair he insisted on putting in the bedroom. When Royce’s ass landed on the soft fabric, he understood the merit of having the chair in the room, especially when Sawyer rode his dick reverse-cowboy style. The beauty and magnificence of Sawyer, and the play of muscles as he used Royce’s body to pleasure himself, stole his breath. He spread Sawyer’s cheeks, watching that glorious ass work his cock, gripping him tighter as his climax drew nearer. Sawyer bounced harder and faster, his thighs slapping against Royce’s. His breathing changed, coming quicker and choppier. And then he stilled, moaning Royce’s name as his channel clamped around Royce’s dick as he climaxed.
Royce grabbed Sawyer’s hips and thrust into him, needing more friction to get off. Sawyer’s body went pliant, heavy and sated against him, making it hard for Royce to get any leverage to move. He detected a snort and knew what his husband was up to. “Ride my cock.”
“Can’t feel my legs,” Sawyer protested, adding a yawn and somehow making his body heavier. “You let all the air out of my muscles.”
Royce dug his fingertips into the ticklish spot in Sawyer’s ribs, and he bolted upright. Using that momentum, Royce demonstrated his strength by taking Sawyer to the rug on his hands and knees. He wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s upper chest to hold him in place and fucked him to orgasm. They collapsed onto the carpet and stared up at the ceiling, panting to catch their breath.
“This is going to hurt tomorrow,” Sawyer whispered.
“Tomorrow?” Royce asked. “My postcoital glow hasn’t even left yet, and I’m already aware of rug burn on my knees and a throbbing in my hamstring.”
“I might’ve broken a toe when I tripped over the cat.”
“Poor Bones,” Royce said.
“Poor Bones?” Sawyer lifted his foot to show that his big toe had turned an ugly shade of purple. “I’ll be lucky if I can walk tomorrow.”
“Eh, it will make it easier for me to catch you so my hammy can heal.”
Sawyer’s glower turned into a grin as they laughed about their ridiculousness. “We’ll likely have to dial things back a bit when Lil Plum arrives.”
Royce chuckled. “Or at least save the rowdiest stuff for when she goes to Evangeline’s house.” He pinned Sawyer with a dark look. “If she ever talks to us again.”
Sawyer waved him off. “She’s deliriously happy for us and understood why we wanted to wait to make one big announcement.”
“Two if you consider the one we need to make at work,” Royce said. “I have an idea.”
“I’m afraid to ask, but…what is it?”
Royce rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow, ignoring the twinge in the back of his thigh. “A mock crime scene.” When Sawyer scowled, Royce held up a hand. “Hear me out. Nothing gross. But there are clues they need to find to figure out what we’re trying to announce.”
“You want us to play a live version of Clue in the precinct?”
“I was thinking more like a scavenger hunt, and the items will reveal our special news,” Royce said. “But your idea isn’t bad.”
“Wait. That wasn’t my idea. I was trying to get clarity on yours.”
“No, no,” Royce said. “I’m not a glory hound who needs to steal someone’s credit. Let’s run with yours.”
“Ro, we’re going to order dozens of sugar cookies that are shaped like onesies. We’ll have the baker write a cutesy message in icing, and we’ll pass them out.”