Chapter 17
Sawyer
It’s funny she thinks I’d look at anyone else but her.
She’s all I’ve been obsessed with.
But I like this little flare of jealousy that has her touching me every time we’re alone together.
I can let her pretend that it’s all up to her. Hell, I want to be under her control.
So when I feel the pinpricks of her stare when I linger a bit longer at one of the tables with the older high school girls, it makes my limbs buzz.
Maybe she’ll punish me?
That fucking light spank she gave me set all kinds of nerves into overdrive.
Why did that feel like I brushed a hot fence?
As the school crowd trickles out, we both rush around to get everything cleaned up.
“Were you doing that on purpose?” Her fist props on her cocked hip as I wash the dishes.
“Do what?” I give her the best innocent blink I can muster.
“Hanging out with those basketball girls.” She waves through the air.
“No. They were asking me about my favorite Call of Duty map.” I gesture at the game graphic on my t-shirt with a soapy hand.
Val reaches up and knots her fingers in the fabric over the logo, then pulls me to her in a heated kiss.
Fire races through my veins as her tongue forces through my lips. Passion and violence flavors her sweet mouth with every wet penetration.
With a groan, I pull her closer, pinning her between the stainless sink and my body. I don’t want to flirt or banter any more.
I just want to feel her pressing against me.
Her nails work under my shirt, digging into the skin under my shoulders as she draws herself even tighter to my chest.
That damn bell over the main entrance makes us both freeze.
With an evil smirk, Val leans forward and latches her teeth onto the side of my neck, suctioning hard enough to pull all of the strength out of my knees.
Then she lets go and saunters to the bar.
Did she just…mark me?
Prodding the tender spot, I manage to catch my reflection in the bottom of a shiny stainless pan.
Jesus. Seeing the bright red blemish makes my nuts spasm so fiercely I almost come in my jeans.
“Sawyer?” Val props the swinging door open. “It’s for you.” She slings her thumb backwards with an eye roll.
After drying my hands quickly, I have to readjust my stiff cock into the waistband of my boxer-briefs before walking out.
Fuck. “Sophia? Seriously?” My sister is apparently the master at ruining a good time.
“Relax.” Her palms fly up. “I just came to pick up my car. I need my keys.” She flattens her hand and wiggles her fingers.
But then goes still when she focuses on my throat.
“Oh my god, is that—” Her high pitched squeal replaces words. “You better not let Dad see.” She catches her keys when I toss them.
“He’s here?” Cold sweat prickles up my spine.
This is not how I wanted him to find out, well, anything.
“How do you think I got here?” Sophia turns to stare at Val. “Wait. It’s you two?” Her mouth drops into a circle. “Holy fuck. And I’m finally not the last to know the juicy shit.”
Val sits on one of the stools behind the bar with a Cheshire grin.
“Is he coming inside?” I swallow past the knot that’s formed, warily watching the door.
Sophia shrugs. “Doubt it. But it’s pretty hard to hide your beater truck in the parking lot.” She swivels on her heel to bounce towards the exit. “I’m bringing popcorn for breakfast in the morning.”
“He won’t be there.” Val’s full red lips purse as she winks at me.
Sophia’s jaw completely drops while I feel heat overtake my cheeks.
“Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit.” Sophia’s manic laughter lingers as she shoves out into the crisp winter afternoon.
Muted tones from the jukebox are the only thing breaking up the suffocating silence between Val and I.
Until her heels click across the smooth wood floor to the door, where she flips the sign to “closed” and twists the deadbolt.
When she turns back to me and starts walking slowly like a lioness stalking its prey, all of the blood in my body drains into my throbbing loins.
She doesn’t say a word, but pulls her cell from her pocket and sets it on the counter. Pointing at it, her eyebrow raises. “Yours too. No calling for help. No interruptions.”
Am I going to survive this?
The feral look in her eye says she wants to devour me.
But then she steps past me to reach under the register and pull out a small silver key. “Go into the men’s bathroom and get as many fucking condoms as you can carry out of the dispenser. Then meet me upstairs.” She points towards her office where the access to her private apartment is.
Energy crackles through my joints with every hurried pace.
I almost drop the stupid thing twice trying to unlock the box on the wall.
Is this really happening?
Staring at the variety of sizes and packaging, I have no clue what to get.
Like a kid on a shopping spree in a candy store, I just swipe at all of them and take off in a sprint.
Slowing at the top of the stairs, I’m awestruck over her layout.
Fairy lights are strung from the ceiling following runners of ivy that look like they all stem from one oversized pot in the corner. It has an ethereal glow that highlights a loveseat, a small kitchenette, and a big bed nearly overrun with pillows.
“Take off your shirt.” Val leans against the wall, her arms folded across her stomach.
I don’t know what to do with all of these condoms, so I start stuffing them into my pockets as I grab the back of my tee with one hand.
Her throaty laugh sends hot shivers through me as she steps closer. “Here.” Holding out her palms, I pile the last of the wrappers for her to set on her nightstand.
“Now your boots.” She glances down where I’m standing on a white fluffy faux rug.
“Shit, sorry.” I’m so nervous I almost tip over twice while toeing them off.
“Sawyer,” she drawls out my syllables. “Relax.” Her fingers tickle over my ribs sending a delicious shiver through me.
But I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I just don’t want to screw up.”
Her full lips purse as she squints up at me. “Oh, I want you to.” She delicately traces the center of my abs. “Then I can punish you until you do it right.”
Every touch builds a fire in my belly.
“Take mine off.” She leads my fingers to the hem of her top.
I start to tug on it, but she stops me.
“Easy, big boy. There’s time for fucking like animals later.” Her smile is somehow tied directly to my nuts. When her cheek raises, my balls twitch. “I want you to enjoy this. You’re going to remember it forever.”
Biting my lip to keep my fevered impulses under control, I feather along her sides, lifting the light fabric up over her pale blue bra.
Once her luscious hair falls free, she presses her lacey front against me. “Undo me.”
I would, except now that she’s rubbing my nipple with her thumb, my arms don’t want to work the same.
“You’re adorable when you’re concentrating.” Her nail flicks the tiny bead sending a shock through me.
I keep fumbling, but feel more and more like an idiot. “I can’t get it. How does it even work?”
With a low giggle, she pivots in my arms and swings her burgundy locks over her shoulder. “See the little hooks?”
What the hell is this contraption?
Oh. Now I really feel dumb.
The two parts fall away and she catches the rest against herself.
“Give me your hands,” she murmurs.
My palms flatten around her smooth skin until she pulls them to cup her full breasts.
Holy shit.
“Like this.” She guides me to pinch her puckered tips as her bra falls away. “Or you can squeeze, but gently.” Her grip firms over mine until I’m kneading each orb like the dough downstairs.
But this is way better than pizza.“Now lower,” she whispers, pushing on my wrist.
Her belly quivers as I work a broad path down to the waist of her snug leggings.
“Inside,” she exhales in a warm wave.
My cock aches when my fingers dive beneath the seam to find the shortly trimmed hair of the mound of her pussy.
Her other hand reaches up to tangle in my hair, pulling my lips to her ear. “Touch me, Sawyer.”
A gasp escapes me when I feel her soaked slit for the first time.
“That’s it.” There’s a tiny breathy moan tinging her words. “Feel that?” She threads her index over mine. “That hard little bump is my clit. Learn to play that like an instrument and any girl will sing you an opera.”
I don’t want anyone else.
I want to learn how to make her sing.
“Yes,” she hisses, digging her nails into my forearm as I flick faster. “Like that.” Her head lolls against my throat.
Soon both of her arms are reaching behind her to wrap my neck. She’s practically hanging off me as I grip her breast in one hand and rapidly stroke her pussy while she arches her body against my raging hard-on.
This is unreal.
“Faster,” she cries out as her legs begin to shudder.
Who knew that all of those years playing video games would be a cheat code to being able to work her buttons.
With the furious concentration of beating a final boss, I pour every ounce of dexterity into pumping my hand against her.
“Push them inside me.” Her voice rises in pitch.
I’m sure she’d tell me if it hurts, right?
Sliding further along her slick slit, it’s as if her begging cunt is waiting for me as I slip my first two digits easily into her tight entrance.
Fuck. I can barely control myself as her hips buck against mine.
The friction is impossible to ignore when she gyrates her supple ass into my zipper.
Could I just, I dunno, lower it and thrust in?
But her body begins to tense and her nails dig into my skin as a long moan begins to rise out of her.
“Sawyer,” she whimpers as the muscles—
Holy shit they’re strong around my fingers.
Rhythmic contractions squeeze my knuckles, seizing me within her quaking climax.
What is that? She’s so damn clenched I can barely move.
Did I just make her get off? That is so intense, it makes the pressure in my loins get so close to letting loose I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough I taste blood.
“Oh,” she pants, falling limply into my arms. “You’re a very good boy.”
Pride barrels through me like the first bite of a warm cinnamon roll.
“I want to do it again.” I think I can do it better this time.
She has to have a perfect combination. If I pick the right order, it’ll be even more intense.
But she pivots, swirling her bare torso so I can see her deep purple areolas, her nipples like ripe raspberries, begging to be tasted.
“This time with your mouth.” Rising onto her tiptoes, she pulls me down to meet her hungry lips.
Her burning palms work lower, then she tugs at my buckle. “Take this off. I want to see what you’re hiding.”
Need outweighs the nerves. My belt slides from the loops in a practiced motion, then I toss it onto the floor near my boots.
Her green eyes widen with a smile. “I’m going to remember how well you do that, next time.”
Oh damn, I don’t know what’s the bigger turn on, thinking of tying her up, or imagining her spanking me with my own leather.
She finds the button of my jeans and pops it loose.
My zipper flies open all on its own from the insane pressure of my cock behind it.
I could pound nails with this thing.
Both of her hands curl around the elastic band of my taut boxer-briefs.
Then she lowers it.
Those puffy red lips fall into an “O”.
“Sawyer,” she exhales in almost reverence, tracing the very tip of her finger over my leaking slit.
The shock of her touch makes me jump.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Don’t you dare apologize for the…generous…gift…you have.” Her thumb follows the distended ridge of the tip.
Biting my cheek isn’t enough.
“Val, I, um.” I trail off, knotting my hand in her hair. “I’m not used to—”
She wraps around me and fucking squeezes.
All I can manage is a choking sound. This is too much. I’m gonna blow it all to pieces.
She’s gonna hate me if I lose it in her hand.
“Hmm, maybe you need a little distraction.” Letting go of me, her nails work long lines over my chest. “Get on your knees.”
I was struggling to stand anyway. Hitting the floor with a solid thump is easy.
“Take off my pants.” She lifts her arms, pulling her hair away from her chest so I have a full view of her magnificent breasts.
The stretchy leggings peel without effort to expose the tiny stripe of dark hair over the lips of her glistening pussy.
I think I died last night while tackling that guy.
Because this is heaven.
There’s no other explanation.
She slides one bare leg over my shoulder, wrapping her calf behind my arm. “Go on, taste what you did to me.”
My palms cup her naked ass, drawing her closer.
As soon as my tongue moves against the hard bud of her clit and her first heavy sigh of pleasure wafts over me like luxurious satin, I realize just how drastically everything I ever thought was important in my life has shifted.
This is where I want to live and take my last breath, buried between Val’s quivering thighs.