Page 69 of Sorry, We're Closed

The tension is becoming unbearable.

As he reaches the waistband of my joggers, he begins to stretch them over my hips and down my thighs as he signals for me to lift my body from the dip in the sofa. His knees prop himself up on the hard wood floors as he pulls the grey fabric over my ankles, tosses them to the side and… fuck, he looks so gorgeous on his knees, in my clothes.

As he brings his attention back to me and my fully stretched boxers, I feel my breathing quicken, and my chest burn. I struggle to stop my head from rolling back onto the sofa cushions and losing myself in Sawyer’s hands, lips and breath, but I also can’t look away. I can’t lose even a second of watching Sawyer learn and explore every part of me.

His fingers curl into the elastic of my boxers. “Avory, is this okay? Are you okay for me to touch you?”

“Yes, yes, Sawyer, please.” My words fumble out of my mouth, breathless and raspy, and Sawyer’s smile grows wide at the state he’s already put me in.

As Sawyer tries to proceed, I cause him to stop with the sudden volume I cause. “Sawyer, I’m fine by the way. As in, I’ve tested recently. Have you ever…?”

He cocks his head as the shy barista that I had once known returns in his voice. “Once, in college. It was a whole safe sex month, and well, I’ve never been with anyone, so…”

He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth before asking if I’m okay for him to carry on, and I nod, probably with too much enthusiasm. He pulls my damp boxers over my hardened member as I shuffle my knees to either side of Sawyer, the fabric resting around my ankles. As I lay here, watching Sawyer’s eyes running from my toes to my groin, across my build and to meet my hazy eyes, I realise my vulnerability. I am completely nude, as raw as it can be, and that this is the first time I’ve ever been in this position. I have never felt vulnerable before, yet Sawyer makes it feel okay, more than.

His lips begin to plant warm kisses on the inside of one thigh, while his hand travels up the other. His touch, from both his lips and fingertips, cause a tightening sensation to grow in my groin, precum already dripping from my tip, and I need him now. He clearly got that message from the breathy grunts which escape my lips, as his lips travel from my thigh to the base of my cock. My back arches ever so slightly at his warmth, which seems to install some confidence in his actions as his tongue stretches over his beautiful, full lips and presses against my base, slowly dragging himself to the tip. His tongue pulls off from me as a throaty groan flies from my lips, causing Sawyer’s to curl upward.

“Does this feel okay, my love?”

Huh. He’s never called me that before, but damn, I love it.

“Yes, yes baby, please, do what you can.”

I somehow string a sentence together as he continues to lather my length in his spit. Teasingly, he lingers his tongue against my slit, over and over, which earns him a moan through my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Baby—baby please, please—”

Sawyer pauses with his mouth open slightly, the wetness coating his lips and making them even more gorgeous than I could ever imagine. He nods twice, a small smile forming over his glossed lips as he licks up my length once more, then surrounds me with his plump lips.

Fuck.

My head is buried into the warmth of his mouth as he takes more and more of me slowly, a brief halt at times as Sawyer adjusts himself to my size.

“That’s—That’s it beautiful; you’re doing so-so good.”

I struggle to form words as deep exhales and moans continue to interrupt my thoughts, and my Sawyer seems to enjoy that a bit too much as his tongue dances against my length. Sawyer slowly opens his throat for me, and I struggle to believe that this is his first time doing this – he takes nearly all of me within a few motions.

His head begins a rhythm, bobbing himself up and down my cock and fuck, he’s going to have me over the edge if he continues for much longer. My hands tangle themselves in his curls, gently pulling and tugging as I guide his head up and down. Everything already begins to tighten, the boiling sensation growing immense, and as his tongue begins to swirl across my slit every time he reaches my tip, I gently pull him from me.

“Baby, fuck you make me feel so good, but I can’t finish here.”

His glistening eyes meet mine as two thin trails of saliva and precum trickle down his chin, a mischievous smile plastering his face.

“A-Avory, it felt so amazing to have you like that, so natural,” Sawyer pants as he speaks. “But we don’t need Marcus stumbling in on us like this.” His hands gesture to my naked state and the mess I created on his gorgeous face as a gentle chuckle escapes his lips.

I’m not done, I’m not ready to be done, and so long as he wants me still, then I’ll crave him always. I muster what strength I can give to my limbs as I pull myself up, my length hitting my stomach as I do so. I cup Sawyer’s chin and pull myself down to him, my lips meeting his and my taste which lingers on his tongue, teeth and lips. We remain this way for minutes before I pull away, resting my forehead briefly on his.

“I have a bedroom for a reason, my love”

Thirty-One

Sawyer

Now this isn’t how I imagined this meeting going and yet, while I’m being lifted from my lightly bruised knees, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have never felt more like me, the most authentic me, when I am with Avory, in any situation. Having his dick in my mouth just moments ago was an added reward.

He listened. He actually listened to me and the words which tumbled out of my mouth. His eyes focused on me as I spoke, and the way his lips crashed with mine just confirmed everything I needed to know about us. That we could somehow make this work, but we’ll talk about that later.

Right now, his hands are gripping to every part of my body while I palm him through his boxers which he hastily pulled back up. We stumble against the door frame, then past his bedroom door, our lips and tongues locking and that familiar scent of Avory floating in the air. Avory had tucked the rest of his clothes and any evidence of our interaction on the sofa under his arm, but that all found its way to the bedroom floor quickly as my palms press against his chest, guiding him to the bed. His moans, buried into the depths of my throat, made these shorts and briefs feel incredibly overwhelming as they stretch to their full potential. Avory rests back on the bed, his elbows propping his gorgeous frame up with my guidance to do so all while displaying the wet patch on his boxers where his tip stands prominent. As I bring a knee to his side, he resists my attempt to join him.

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