Page 6 of Green Ravens

He dropped his head back, his skull knocking against the rough bark. Sawyer bit the sensitive skin on his throat, and Oakley released a pained growl of stimulation.

Shit.

He bared his throat like a goddamn submissive animal and let Sawyer sink his teeth in deeper while Sawyer hurriedly got his own zipper down and pressed their cocks together in a two-handed grip.

Sawyer’s calloused palms provided a friction he hadn’t realized he craved.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, clamping both hands onto Sawyer’s waist just in case the other man didn’t realize how much he wanted to get off this way.

Sawyer stopped abusing his flesh and licked over his Adam’s apple as he increased the pace, pumping them so fast and rough that it boarded on painful, but in the sexiest way possible.

Oakley’s breath was already quickening, a symphony of gasps and moans escaping his lips. Every thought was consumed by his impending release, a primal instinct that plummeted him to the brink of delirium.

Sawyer’s cock was as rigid and hard as an uncut diamond, pulsing against his, igniting every nerve he had until he no longer cared how desperate he sounded.

The culmination of weeks of restraint and dry spells had him damn near choking on the forbidden fruit Sawyer offered, ripe and ready to be devoured.

He needed to come.

“Damn you, chief, for making me do this.” Sawyer’s voice was strained and gravelly, fading in and out while he stroked them closer to the edge. “I promised myself I’d leave you alone.”

“Don’t,” was all Oakley could manage to say. He wanted Sawyer to do everything to him his dirty mind could conjure, like jerking him off in the woods in the middle of the night.

“Careful,” Sawyer warned, rearing back and leveling those mint-green eyes on him. “I’m greedy as fuck, Oakley. And you don’t want to know what happens when I’m denied what I want.”

Oh shit.

Why was Sawyer’s dominating attitude turning him on so much? Typically, he was the one in control.

As if the man knew how close he was, Sawyer demanded with a breathy snarl, “Look at me. Let me see those eyes.”

Oakley complied without hesitation and opened his eyes. The moment his glare locked onto Sawyer’s, he bucked his hipsand Oakley gripped Sawyer’s waist harder, refusing to let him get away.

Sawyer pressed their foreheads together and released a long, aching sigh against his lips as a blissful flow of warmth seeped over the head of Oakley’s cock and down his shaft.

Oakley thought Sawyer was about to kiss him, but he remained an inch away from his mouth, licking his lips as if it were an act of indulgence he was denying himself.

Respect, intrigue, and passion for Sawyer coiled in Oakley’s core until his knees threatened to buckle. He couldn’t withhold the sweet ache of longing to release another second as he dove over the edge.

Sawyer milked him good, not stopping until Oakley slumped against him and buried his nose in the other man’s warm throat.

“When this mission is over, chief, I’m gonna take you in every way I want…and you’re gonna fuckin’ let me, and you’re gonna fuckin’ like it.”

Oakley was still gasping for breath when he whispered, “I don’t doubt it.”

Chief Styles Sawyer

It was time for Sawyer to get his head in the damn game as he and his team filed onto the CH-47F cargo helicopter. His Craft-Riverine warfare boat was armed to the teeth with everything from .50 caliber machine guns to 40mm grenade launchers and all the deadly artillery between.

The chopper hooked his twenty-thousand-pound boat onto slings that lifted it fifteen feet above the water and took them toward the war zone where the SEALs were already closing in on their hostage’s location.

Sawyer stood over his men, staring them in their eyes.

“It’s time to leave all our shit at home. In this moment, what happens on the water is all that matters. For the next hour, this is your life! This is your reason for existing! This is what we do! On time, on target, never quit! We don’t fuckin’ lose. We don’t fuckin’ surrender! Do you get me?”

“We get you, chief!”

While he was giving his rile-up speech, he fought to take his own advice.

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