Page 18 of Uncharted Desires
I press my palm against his erection, wrapping my fingers around it the best the now too tight fabric allows me.
I could walk away now. I could leave him hanging, much like he did me, getting him frustrated. Confused. Ready to combust.
I won’t. And that’smychoice. Not Sawyer’s. Not anybody else's.
I’m choosing to stay.
I look up and my mouth crooks into an involuntary smile as soon as I see Sawyer’s face.
His head is pressing against the wall, and so are his shoulders. His mouth is ajar, and he’s almost fucking panting.
I’mmaking him pant.
Drunk on power, I reach to undo his pants and lower them just enough to expose his cock, trying to break free from his burgundy boxer briefs.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Fuck. Even his voice is raspy now.
I cock my head to the side. “Why do you care?”
“I—” His words die in his throat as I bring my head forward and run the tip of my nose up his sizable bulge.
That’s right. Even your words are mine now.
Musk, shower gel, a trace of cologne. And something unfamiliar. Maybe a man. Maybe Sawyer, in particular.
The muscles of his left thigh twitch.
“You better not collapse on me now,” I say against his groin.
The gasp that comes from above me serves as my response.
I take another lungful of his scent and my head spins.
My lungs get drunk on Sawyer and my eyes immediately get jealous. Without giving it another thought, I reach and pull his underwear down, my movements slow to the point of torture, and I watch in awe as his cock appears, inch by inch, a length that seems to never end. And when it finally pops out, I find myself entranced by an image of a man’s dick for the first time in my life.
Up close and personal.
And it’s fucking massive. I bite my tongue at the very last second before the words can slip out of my mouth. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I swallow thickly. His head points right at my face, just a breath away, red, angry, and impatient. Almost too scary to touch.
What the fuck am I even doing? Why in the world did I ever think I could go through with this?
I’m in over my head, and just as I’m about to chicken the fuck out, I glance up and catch the lustful shimmer in Sawyer’s eyes, his crimson-red cheeks and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. And suddenly, it all crashes back.
The feeling of absolute power over the man that’s been toying with me ever since I first walked into his club.
My fingers are shaky as I reach up. I hesitate for a second, dangerously close but never touching. And when his cock twitches right in front of my face, and a droplet of glistening liquid appears on the tip, I take a deep breath and wrap my fingers firmly around his length becauseI’mthe one doing that to him.
The second my fingers connect with his flesh, the stir in my groin comes right back and my cock swells inside my pants, pushing against my zipper.
Jesus.
I block everything out—the cold wind ruffling my hair. The few drops of rain that fall on my face from the overcast sky. And the tiny moan that escapes out somewhere above my head.
My eyes are focused on Sawyer’s cock and I move my hand up and down his flesh.
My peripheral catches the tiny shake of his legs as I repeat the motion.
