MasukSawyer Brennan POV
"Wait," Sean O'Shea says softly. He moves his head back just a little bit from the big kiss. His chest goes up and down super fast. "I think you need to know something. I never did this before. I never had a man touch me."
"You never did?" Sawyer Brennan asks back. His big hands stay very still on Sean's thick face. He looks right into Sean's blue eyes with a soft look.
"No," Sean whispers. His cheeks turn very hot and red, but he stays brave and keeps looking at the big alpha.
"Then I promise you," Sawyer Brennan says, and his deep voice gets very thick. "I will make this night the best night of your whole life. You are safe with me."
"Are you sure?" Sean asks.
"I am completely sure," Sawyer says.
He leans down and kisses Sean again. This kiss is much slower. His warm lips move gently against Sean's mouth, like he is learning how to taste him. Sean feels his whole body get soft like warm butter. Sawyer's big fingers slide under the edge of Sean's black shirt. He lifts the cloth slowly, giving the young man time to think. Sean lifts his big arms high, and Sawyer pulls the shirt over his head. He places the shirt neatly on the wooden table in the Blackthorn Executive Suite. He treats the shirt like it is expensive, because Sean wore it.
"Look at me," Sawyer murmurs.
"I am looking," Sean says softly.
"God, Sean," Sawyer says, and his voice breaks a little bit. "You are so handsome. You are the most beautiful man in Blackthorn City."
"No, I am too big," Sean says, looking down.
"You are perfect," Sawyer tells him.
Sawyer drops down on his knees right on the floor in front of Sean. He looks up at Sean's big body with loving eyes. He places a soft kiss right on Sean's big belly, then another one lower down on his hip. His big hands move to the waistband of Sean's pants. He slides the dark trousers down Sean's thick, strong thighs. He moves slowly and carefully until Sean has no clothes left. Sean stands there shaking, and his breath comes in short pops. He feels like he wants to cry happy tears because he never thought a powerful alpha would look at his big body this way.
"Do not be scared," Sawyer says. He stands up and takes off his own dark suit jacket and shirt. His chest is huge and broad, covered in tough muscles from his days as a Former Syndicate Enforcer. His big body is completely ready for Sean.
"You look so strong," Sean whispers. His mouth feels completely dry.
"You are shaking a lot," Sawyer says, stepping closer until their skin touches. "Are you scared of me?"
"No," Sean says. "Just a little bit."
"I want to make love to you," Sawyer says. He puts his big fingers into Sean's dark hair. "I do not want to just play a game. I want to show you how great you are. If you tell me to stop, I will stop right away. But if you want me, I will take my time and make everything about you."
"I want this," Sean says loudly. "I really want you, Sawyer."
"Thank you," Sawyer smiles softly.
"Why do you thank me?" Sean asks.
"Because touching a man like you is a big privilege," Sawyer says. "I am a very lucky alpha tonight."
Sawyer reaches down and picks Sean up in his big arms. He lifts Sean's heavy body like he weighs nothing at all. Sean lets out a small gasp and locks his thick arms around Sawyer's neck. Sawyer walks over to the big bed in the Blackthorn Executive Suite and lays him down super gently. Then Sawyer climbs onto the bed and kneels right between Sean's thick legs. His big, hot body presses down into Sean's soft skin.
"Sawyer," Sean groans loudly.
"Call me Daddy," Sawyer growls low. His eyes get very dark and full of fire. "Say it for me."
"Daddy," Sean whispers. The word feels very strange and wild in his mouth, but it feels right. It belongs to this big boss.
Sawyer leans down and kisses Sean's ear, then his thick neck. Every kiss makes Sean's skin feel like little sparks of lightning are jumping around. Sawyer moves his mouth down across Sean's big, broad chest. He buries his face right against Sean's heavy pectoral muscles. He breathes in deep, smelling the sweet bakery scent on Sean's skin.
"You taste so good," Sawyer murmurs against his skin.
"Please," Sean whimpers. He moves his back up off the bed.
Sawyer uses his warm tongue to lick a slow circle around Sean's small nipple. Sean gasps loudly and shakes. Sawyer lets out a low laugh and sucks harder, letting his teeth graze the skin gently.
"You are mine tonight," Sawyer growls.
"Yes, Daddy," Sean cries out.
Sean feels a giant heat growing inside his belly and down between his thighs. Every time Sawyer sucks on his skin, the heat bumps harder. Sawyer is so big and strong. He knows exactly where to touch to make Sean make wild noises.
"Does that feel good, Sean?" Sawyer asks.
"It feels so great... Daddy," Sean says, and he does not wait this time. He wants more.
Sawyer growls loudly in his chest. He moves his face down over Sean's big tummy. Sean usually feels bad about his big belly, but Sawyer kisses every inch of it so lovingly. A happy tear falls out of Sean's eye onto the white pillow. Sawyer's hard body slides against Sean's leg as he moves down further. He gets right between Sean's big thighs and kisses the soft skin there.
"Oh my god," Sawyer growls after breathing him in deeply.
Sawyer uses his warm tongue to lick the spot where Sean's thick thigh connects to his body.
"Oh... yes... Daddy..." Sean groans loudly.
Sawyer makes a deep sound in his throat. He swip-swaps his tongue up and down on Sean's skin. He teases Sean, moving his mouth closer and closer to the centre, then backing away. Sean wants his mouth closer, and Sawyer knows it. Sawyer loves making him wait. He presses his warm lips down softly against Sean's skin, then pulls back fast. Sean's heart goes thump-thump-thump like a wild drum.
"Please, Daddy, please touch me there," Sean begs.
Sawyer finally puts his warm mouth right against the hottest part between Sean's legs. Sean forgets how to breathe fresh air.
"Ah!" Sean gasps.
Sawyer's tongue is strong and soft at the same time. He licks Sean gently, treating him like something holy from the founding bloodline. Sawyer groans loudly because making Sean feel good makes him feel good, too. He holds Sean's big, thick thighs with his giant arms so Sean cannot move away. He uses his warm lips to wrap tightly around Sean and moves his tongue super fast and light.
The bedroom completely disappears. Sean cannot see anything. His whole brain only thinks about what this big alpha is doing to him.
"I am going to fall!" Sean screams.
"Go ahead," Sawyer mumbles against him.
Then Sean's whole body explodes with a huge feeling. It hits him like a big wave of hot water. His tummy muscles tighten up hard, and his back arches high off the mattress. He shakes harder than he ever shook in his life. Bright yellow light flashes behind his closed eyes. He screams so loud the noise hits the tall walls of the Blackthorn Executive Suite.
Finally, after a long time, Sean's head falls back hard onto the soft pillow. He is completely wet and shaking all over. He opens his eyes slowly, but his tongue feels too heavy to say any words.
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