Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Sawyer
In a matter of minutes, Noah has worked the truck out of the snowbank and driven safely back to the property. To say we were both highly motivated to get back is an understatement.
We’re a mess of limbs and frantic energy as he guides me through the side door of the storefront.
He kicks the door closed behind him without breaking away from kissing me—hot.
Then he backs me up through the partition that separates the bakery counter from the rest of the store, bends low enough to catch me behind the knees, and lifts. Even hotter.
He carries me through the bakery, only setting me down when he gets to the large woodblock workstation.
Once he’s sure I’m steady on my feet, he drops to his knees, his piercing gray-blue eyes locked on mine, and hooks his fingers under the waistband of the sweatpants I borrowed from Mercer.
I grip his hair at the roots, holding his head in place, willing my knees not to give out.
He peels down my pants, then rises up onto his knees. “Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, nudging my thighs apart with his nose. He inhales deeply, then looks back up at me and licks my slit.
A shuddering breath escapes me.
Noah’s about to go down on me for the first time.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or clench everything as tightly as I can in anticipation of what comes next.
Except—I’m fully unprepared for what happens next.
He surges to his feet, grips my bare thighs, and lifts me onto the workstation.
“Wait, no!” I shout, laughing through my objections as my bare ass hits the cool wood butcher block.
The shiver that works its way through me has very little to do with the chilled workstation underneath me and everything to do with the man who’s crowding my space with hungry urgency.
“Edna will kill us,” I warn him as he leans forward and sinks his teeth into a tender spot on my neck.
Despite my cautionary words, I grip the hair at his nape, urging him on.
He pulls back, his expression hard. “Who owns this orchard?” he growls.
My insides turn to liquid lust as I melt under his gaze.
“You do.” I bite my lower lip, going for a sheepish look.
Good grief.
I’m so fucking gone for this man.
He crowds my space, forcing me to lean back, and captures one of my ankles. He positions my foot on the countertop, right near my ass, then repeats the move on the other side. Then he presses my knees apart.
“And who owns this pussy?” he asks, his gaze hungry and fixated on my exposed core.
A thrill runs up my spine. He’s surprisingly bold today. I fucking love it.
I lift my hips slightly, thrusting against nothing. “You do, Daddy.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
I shift closer to the edge, running one hand between my folds and spreading my pussy lips open. I’m soaked and there’s no doubt Noah can see the glistening arousal waiting for him.
“You own me, Daddy. You take such good care of me. You always make me feel so good.” The last word comes out on a moan. I can’t help it. I need him, and I need him now.
Sensing my desperation, Noah kneels and pulls me closer, only stopping when I can feel his ragged exhales.
“That’s right, honey,” he encourages. “Daddy always takes care of what’s his. It doesn’t sound like you need a reminder, but I’m gonna give you one anyway. Lie back. Let me see what’s mine.”
Mercifully, he punctuates his demand with an indulgent lick. The flat of his tongue brushes over my opening, then glides through my folds in a slow, tantalizing caress.
“So fucking sweet.” He traces my clit, circling the nub over and over until it tingles.
By the time he latches on to the bundle of nerves, it feels like it has its own pulse. As he sucks, I arch up, my body reacting of its own volition, freely allowing Noah to take my pleasure to new heights.
His beard scrapes over my pussy lips as he feasts on my cunt, every lick and suckle accentuated by the delicious, hungry rhythm of his mouth on my core.
He nips my clit, then gives a little tug that makes me cry out, only to follow up with a gentle kiss to the sensitive bud.
When he pierces me with his tongue, I roll my hips, fucking his face. He indulges me, gripping my hips as I drive forward, gripping the edges of the countertop. He works his tongue inside me, offering shallow thrusts that only make me want it harder, faster, deeper.
“Noah,” I whine, desperate for more. Desperate to come.
Chuckling, he pulls back.
I whimper, thrusting against nothing as I chase the phantom sensation of his face buried in my cunt.
“Relax, honey. Lie back and take what Daddy gives you. We both know I’m going to make it good. You know I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Pouting, my core molten, my heart racing, I pop up onto my elbows and try to catch my breath.
He meets my gaze, his pupils nearly eclipsing his irises.
Without breaking eye contact, he reaches behind me, and when he holds a bottle up above me, a sly smile erupts on his handsome face.
Honey.
“Push up that T-shirt,” he tells me.
A new wave of heat engulfs me as I yank it over my chest, letting the fabric bunch under my neck.
“Now press those perfect tits together.” He pops open the bottle’s cap with his thumb and positions it above my chest.
The honey drizzles out of the opening slowly, mesmerizing me as it makes its luxurious descent. When the slightly cool glaze lands on my areola, Noah squeezes the bottle, and another rush paints my chest.
“You want a taste?” he asks, the words husky with vocal fry, his focus fixed on my tits.
“Please, Daddy.”
Once he’s thoroughly covered my breast, he moves on to the other and gives it the same treatment.
Then he drops the bottle and dives in, taking my entire nipple and areola into his mouth and sucking. Hard.
He tongues my piercing, collecting the liquid gold as he laps at my taut, pearled nipple.
With a grunt, he pulls back and straightens. Then with a tilt of his chin in an “open” gesture, he dives for me and plunges his tongue into my mouth.
The burst of sweetness catches me by surprise as he feeds me his tongue. It’s warm, the ooey-gooey stickiness fusing our mouths together as I take everything he has to offer, then suck on his tongue.
He abandons my mouth, venturing lower to lap at the other honey-covered nipple. He takes his time, moaning as he licks at the gooey liquid and sends my pleasure higher.
“I could suck on these tits all day. Every inch of you is so sweet. So perfect for me.”
“Daddy,” I mewl. “I need you to suck me clean, then make me come.”
He squeezes my breast, working as much of it into his mouth as he can, sucking, then he drags circles around my areola with his tongue and gently clamps his teeth around my nipple and tugs.
Arousal trickles down my thighs and my pulse pounds in my ears, my vision hazy.
He grips my other tit, smashing them together and licking one nipple then the other in rapid succession.
My insides twist, the walls of my pussy fluttering with need.
My head goes light, my chest tightening. It feels so good.
But I’m still so empty.
“Daddy,” I whine, clutching at his hair.
Lifting his head, he slaps both my tits.
I yelp, and my pussy pulsates, startled and so fucking aroused.
“Shh. Daddy’s busy, sweet girl. Patience. I need to make sure I’ve cleaned every drop.”
I drop my head back, resting against the counter and gulping in breaths.
He presses my breasts together again, this time working both my nipples into his mouth, lapping at the oversensitive tips as he sucks and sucks and sucks. Each suckle sends sparks of electricity through my limbs, and one by one, they build until a hot, sizzling energy takes root in my core.
My cunt pulsates, the tension in my thighs and abs so intense it burns.
Finally, fucking finally, he releases my tits, licks between my breasts, and kisses a trail down my stomach.
He buries his head between my thighs.
I clench around him, equal parts desperate and grateful to finally have something solid between my legs.
He laps at my pussy, his own desperation clear in the sloppy, ravenous way he devours every inch of me.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth this time, I detonate, clamping my legs around his head and crying out in loud, grateful praise. Maintaining suction, he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, then works two fingers into my pulsating cunt.
With a swift, firm jerk of his fingers, he massages my G-spot in a way that has my back arching off the counter completely. Before I have time to warn him, a blended orgasm barrels through me. My pussy keeps pulsating, and warmth spreads through my core.
I’m coming and building and pulsing and writhing—and then I gush.
A wave of liquid squirts out of me, followed by another and another.
Every nerve in my body sings, every muscle in my core tensing then releasing as arousal and warmth guide me through a beautiful, soul-aligning climax.
When Noah finally releases my clit, he kisses my pussy and rests his chin on top of my mound.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, desire and yearning and love radiating from him.
I prop my arms up behind me, but before I can sit up, he smooths a hand up the center of my chest, pushing me back.
“Lie back, honey. I’m nowhere near done with you.”