“Enough about your dad. Suck my dick.”
He flashes me a cheeky grin before he swallows my cock whole. I grab the edge of the desk to steady myself as he works me over, running his lips up and down my cock and sliding his tongue over my piercing while fondling my balls and running his finger along my taint. I’m close to nuclear detonation already because Sawyer’s touch is just that amazing. “Enough,” I pant, yanking my dick from his mouth. “Over the desk. Ass in the air.”
“Yes, boss.” Sawyer grins, and I grab his head, planting a brutal kiss on his mouth.
“I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you too.” He kisses me one more time before leaning over the desk, jutting his ass in the air, and spreading his thighs wide.
I kneel behind him, spreading his ass cheeks and lowering my face to his puckered hole. My tongue licks a steady, impatient path all around his hole while I push two fingers in and out of him, getting him ready.
Sawyer grunts, his hand moving to stroke his dick as I line up at his entrance. “Are you okay to go bareback?” I ask because we’ve never done that before.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Get in me already, Bright One.”
“Impatient much, Drill Sergeant?” I tease as I inch my dick in his ass.
We both curse as I fill him up, and then there’s no more talking. Sawyer stretches his arms along the top of the desk, gripping the far edge, as I slam in and out of his tight ass, struggling to maintain control. Fucking him with no barrier—physical, emotional, or mental—is my every dream come to life, and I never want this to end. But my dick has other ideas, and I already feel a familiar tingle building in my spine as my balls lift and tighten. Sliding my hand around his hip, I grab his hard-on and pump him in time with the strokes of my dick in his ass.
“Fuck, yes. Xavier. Damn that feels too good. I’m not going to last.”
“I’m close too,” I rasp, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure rip through my body. I pick up my pace, thrusting into him hard and deep, and he shatters on my hand the same time I deposit my seed in his clenching ass. I drape my body around him, uncaring how sweaty and hot I am, just needing to hold him like this as my dick softens in his ass. “I love you, Sawyer. You are it for me.”
Sawyer motions for me to move, and I step back, letting him straighten up. He turns around, and the look of love and adoration on his face is everything I never dared to dream of. “You’re my everything, Xavier. There is only you.”
A loud banging on the door interrupts us. “Mr. Hunt and Mr. Daniels. I’m here to escort you from the premises.”
Sawyer grabs a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his jacket and hands it to me. He uses a second one to wipe my cum from his ass while I clean my hand. We tuck our dicks away and right our clothing as the thumping grows more insistent on the door. I move to open it, but Sawyer reels me back, smoothing hair off my face and closing my jacket button. “As much as I’d love my dad to know what we were doing in here, I won’t have anything tarnishing your reputation. You have conducted yourself impeccably while Dad has acted like a prick. I won’t let anything be taken from you.”
“I’m loving this new you,” I say, fixing his hair while he buttons up his jacket. “But I love the old bossy, moody, grumpy Sawyer too. All the parts of you fit me to perfection.”
“Why, Xavier. That might just be one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me,” he teases, tossing my own words back at me.
I roll my eyes and grab his hands. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Dude, it’s gone viral,” Abby says over FaceTime later that night when we are back at Sawyer’s penthouse. I didn’t particularly want to come here, but I didn’t want to go to a hotel either. Not when we’re trending on all the social media platforms and we’re all anyone is talking about on entertainment channels. I couldn’t stay at the apartment because Techxet owns it, so Hunt helped me to grab my shit, and we dumped it here before heading out to meet Magda for an early dinner.
“We know,” Sawyer drawls, swinging his legs up onto the couch, his feet landing on my lap.
“I still can’t believe you did it,” Anderson says, grinning manically. “What have you done to my best friend, Daniels?”
“Shown him the light,” I reply, rubbing Sawyer’s feet as I sip my glass of shiraz.
“When are you guys coming back?” Abby asks.
“We’re going to pack up Hunt’s shit and do some house hunting this week, so we’ll probably leave for Rydeville this weekend,” I confirm. Since we returned from dinner, we have been busy making plans for the future, excitedly discussing options while we share a bottle of red wine.
“You can stay with us,” Abby offers, and Anderson nods. “You know we have plenty of space.”
“Lauder offered too,” Sawyer explains, “so we’ll probably move between both of you until we find our own place.”
“You’re moving in together?” Abby is practically bouncing all over the couch while her husband watches her in amusement.
“We are. We’re going to sell my apartment in Boston and buy a new one, as well as look for a small business premises now we’ve decided to set up our own IT security consultancy firm.”
“And we’re going to look for a house in Rydeville so we can split our time between the two. At least until I graduate RU,” Sawyer explains.
“I’m so proud of you, Sawyer,” Abby says with tears shining in her eyes. “And I’m so happy for you, Xavier. You’re getting everything you ever dreamed of.”
“I am.” I scoot closer to Sawyer, and he moves his legs, sliding his arm around me. I hold my hand up, showcasing the platinum band on my ring finger. “Sawyer gave me a promise ring and committed to me forever and ever and ever.” I lean back, angle my head, and kiss him. Because I can and I want to.
Abby screams, and my eardrums protest. “This is fucking awesome. We’ve got to celebrate. Be back in Rydeville Saturday night. I’ll plan it with Nessa and Shandra.”
“Show me your hand, Hunt,” Anderson says, leaning in closer to the screen.
My man smirks, holding his left hand up. “I’ve got one too though Xavier is insisting he’s buying me a new ring.”
“Well, duh.” I slap his chest. “You can’t buy yourself a promise ring from me, dumbass.” I roll my eyes, jumping when he pinches my nipple, spilling red wine on the couch.
“For fuck’s sake, Xavier. You’re worse than a toddler.” Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.
“Don’t be a dick though I know it’s your default setting. The couch is leather. It’ll wipe off.”
“You guys crack me up,” Abby says. “But I’m so happy you’re in love and together. We just need to fix Drew and Shandra and the whole crew is loved up.”
“Babe.” Anderson grabs her onto his lap. “You can’t interfere. They need to sort their shit out in their own time and their own way.”
Abby pouts, but she doesn’t argue. We end the call and finish our bottle of wine as we continue making plans.