Page 15 of Winning the Dad

“Jack,” Sawyer moaned. “Need you inside me.”

I unbuckled his belt, then fumbled with the button of his dress pants until it popped through the hole. I’d only unzipped it halfway when I dragged the pants down, taking his underwear with them. “Bed,” I all but growled.

I felt like a fucking caveman, only capable of grunting instead of using words, but fuck, I needed him. And he seemed to share that same urge. He obeyed without hesitation and crawled onto the bed. I quickly took care of my clothes, sending them flyingto the floor. He still wore his shirt, though unbuttoned, and hell, did it make him look sexy, the way he lay on his back, his legs pulled up, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.

Condoms and lube were on the nightstand, and I suited up in no time.

“Don’t need much prep,” Sawyer said. “I’m still open from this morning.”

So. Fucking. Hot.

“You’re not too sore?”

He waved his hand. “I’ll take a damn Advil.”

“I’ll go a little easier on you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I can take it, Jack. I need you.”

I need you.I’d never known how powerful those words could be, what a rush they could bring, how they could light something up deep inside me. “I got you, baby.”

We both froze.Baby?Where the hell had that come from?

I cleared my throat. “That okay? Me calling you that? It kinda flew out.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “I like it.”

He did? The warmth inside me grew. “Good.”

I coated the index and middle finger of my right hand with lube. Funny how much more confident I felt about this, even though I still had limited experience. But I knew Sawyer, knew what he liked, knew how he wanted it. I could read him like a book, and right now, he was aching for my cock. What a feeling to be desired like that.

I pressed two fingers against his hole and pushed. They slipped in easily, so I didn’t stop but slid them in up to my knuckles. He’d been right. He was much looser than when I’d prepped him the first time. I pumped my fingers a few times, added the third, and loosened up that last bit. We were good to go.

I positioned myself and surged inside him. I didn’t have to go as slow this time, though I was closely watching Sawyer. Despite what he’d said, he had to be sore. No way was I hurting him beyond what was pleasurable. I fucked my way inside him while I kissed him again, our tongues tangling and dancing as our bodies became one.

He sucked on my tongue and lazily chased mine as we kissed and kissed and kissed. And when I was buried as deep inside him as possible, I latched my mouth to the side of his throat and sucked, rolling my hips. I didn’t retreat far, just made shallow thrusts, but bent over him, his legs wrapped around me, my cock deep inside him, and my mouth on his sweaty skin, I’d never felt closer to another human being.

I rocked gently back and forth, my forehead pressed against his, our bodies plastered together everywhere. As if we wanted to merge, become one person. Our panting breaths met, our lips hovered, and the world disappeared. Nothing else existed but him and me.

Time lost all meaning as we moved together in effortless synchronization. The only sounds were our breathless moans and Sawyer’s needy little whimpers whenever I hit him at the right angle.

My release was gentle, not the rough, raging storm from the day before but a soft, sweet ripple. My balls had little left to give.

Sawyer had come, too, a few drops of almost translucent cum on his hand. “Can we cuddle for a little?” he asked almost shyly.

“I’d love that,” I said. “Let me clean us up.”

I hated pulling out, hating to leave him on the bed, but I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. I returned and cleaned his ass and hand with a warm washcloth. One good throw deposited the cloth on the bathroom floor, and I crawled back into bed.

“Jack…” Sawyer whispered.

“I know.”

This was so much more than a hookup. Sawyer had gotten under my skin, and if I interpreted his signals correctly, he felt the same. Was I really going to say goodbye to him after today and never see him again?

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SAWYER