12. Hallie
HALLIE
P lease don’t stop.
It’s the only thing I can think of as Sawyer’s hand grips my ponytail, forcing my head back and to the side and exposing my neck. His tongue licks the water droplets from my skin, unbothered by the way the rain has doubled down, each drop replacing the last.
But Sawyer Kade seems to be playing his own game now and I am here for it.
I’m here for all of it.
Especially when his teeth nip at my collarbone, his lips dragging up and over my jaw before crashing onto mine again in a bruising kiss.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he growls, his palms sliding down to cup my ass, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he drags me up his body. “You shattered the last of my god damn restraint, Hallie.”
“Show me.”
A laugh rumbles through him as he turns and stalks toward the house, his feet stomping up the porch steps before pressing me against the door.
“You want it here?” he goads. “You want me to strip you down and fuck you right here for all the neighbors?” I gulp and he chuckles, the sound menacing as he brushes his stubble-covered jaw against mine to whisper in my ear, “You didn’t seem so concerned about them seeing your tits… What about the rest of you?”
He palms my breast, the wet fabric clinging to me as I arch into his touch.
“Sawyer.”
“You concerned now?” he taunts, pinching my nipple, my body bucking against his, desperate for relief. “Because I was so fucking out of my mind over it, Hallie. Over the idea that anyone could see you. I can’t fucking handle it. I’ll gladly be the asshole that only wants you for himself.”
“You have me,” I pant, slapping my palm back against the door as I desperately try to locate the handle. “Please.” I barely even recognize my own voice—the desperation to be owned by this man flooding my veins, making me lightheaded and needy like I’ve never been before.
“I want to be bare inside you.” His fingers lace with mine as he pins my arm above my head before I can even blink. “I don’t want there to be anything between us. I can’t explain it; I just?—”
“Yes,” I plead. “I’m—I’m safe. I have an IUD.”
“I’m good. I would never do anything to hurt you.” His eyes soften the slightest bit, imploring me to believe him and I do.
But I want the other guy.
The guy threatening to fuck me right here out in the open.
Leaning forward, I nip his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling hard and making him grunt as he pushes me harder against the wood, his hand dropping mine to turn the knob.
The door flies open behind me, but Sawyer holds me like I weigh nothing.
Kicking it shut behind him, he moves us to the mudroom, depositing me on top of the dryer.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, his tongue licking down my neck as he grips the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. It lands in a wet heap on the tile floor, the sound inconsequential as deft fingers unclip my bra.
“Getting you naked,” he murmurs, palms cupping my breasts as he groans in appreciation.
“In here?” I hiss when he pinches my nipples, pulling enough to make me cry out and squirm.
“I’m gonna fuck you down here and then we’re gonna go upstairs and I’ll fuck you up there.”
Yes, please.
“Take this off,” I tell him, tugging at his shirt and watching in awe as he grabs the back of it and pulls it slowly enough that I’m practically salivating as each inch of his abs are exposed. His grin is smug when he catches me staring.
“Hungry?” he asks, the pad of his thumb sliding over my bottom lip and oh my God.
“Yes.” Because I am.
For him.
However he wants me.
“Later.” Without another word, his mouth devours mine, his hands working the button and zipper of my shorts. It’s awkward with the denim being wet, but he’s determined so my clothes don’t stand a chance.
The metal is cool under me, my skin flushed as desire pools between my legs. I’m so ready for him I can barely breathe.
“I want to taste you so damn bad,” he growls, his jeans and boxer briefs landing beside him on the floor. But I don’t care about that because Sawyer Kade is long and thick, the tip glistening with his arousal.
“Later,” I parrot, as he fists his length, taking a small step toward me as I place my hands behind me on the dryer and my heels on the edge.
I’m spread wide for him, my heart racing as he licks his lips and takes me in.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this, Hallie.” I throw my head back and moan when he drags the head of his cock along my slit. “God damn, look at you.”
“Please, Sawyer.”
“Bring that pretty little pussy closer, baby.”
The whimper that escapes me is involuntary as I scoot as far as I can without my ass hanging off.
Sawyer wastes no time pushing inside me before pulling out and thrusting deeper.
Hooking my legs over his arms, he holds me exactly where he wants me, his palms cupping and squeezing my backside as he fucks me in the middle of the laundry room.
My tits bounce as his hips snap against mine, my orgasm building faster than I thought possible, the anticipation of what’s to come too good to hold off.
“You’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you, Hallie?”
“God, I’m so close.”
“Is this how you want it?” He slams into me before pulling out slowly and repeating the motion. “Or do you need it faster? Harder?”
“Just like this. Please don’t stop. Sawyer!
” Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I scream his name into the small space, my body writhing and my walls clenching around him as pleasure overtakes me.
His rhythm continues, his body forcing me to feel every wave and pulse and flutter of my orgasm as he slows his pace but doesn’t stop.
“You take me so good, Hallie. Fuck, look at you.”
“You didn’t?—”
“No,” he confirms, “you’re gonna come again.”
“But I…I don’t know if I can,” I tell him honestly. I’ve never had another one so soon after the first.
“Just means no one’s ever fucked you the way you need it. I can feel how bad your body wants it. Your pussy is tight and hot and fucking made for me.” I moan and he chuckles. “You’re gonna circle that pretty little clit nice and slow, do you hear me? Nice and slow, because Hallie?”
“Yes?”
“I want to watch.”