Chapter 24
Val
Do I feel a little guilty I ignored his texts during the week?
Of course.
But he needs to learn right away we aren’t a thing.
It’s just a good time. We’ll just enjoy ourselves for a while. No harm in that.
Then why did my entire body fill with static the moment he walked in the door?
I had to force myself to leave before I threw myself at him with a welcome kiss.
That’s the wrong choice if I want to keep him emotionally at arm’s length.
Physically, I want him as close as possible.
As the evening goes by, it doesn’t seem to matter how busy we are, I keep finding ways to sneak in a touch.
A kiss.
Even a moan or two, enough to leave him wanting more.
Maybe it’s a little evil, wanting to tease him along, but I can’t resist.
The toys in my drawer came no where near getting me off as hard as he did.
And I kinda like having him around.
It’s been a long time since anyone held me like he did that night. Like he was afraid to let me go while he slept.
I hate that I secretly enjoyed it.
But I’ve worked hard to put up my walls, to protect myself. I’m not ready to let anyone in.
When the last customer leaves, though, I throw caution to the wind.
Brisking through the swinging doors to the kitchen, I pause when I catch sight of him elbow deep in the sink.
“Sawyer?” Why am I breathless?
He turns his head to look over his shoulder.
Those blue eyes pierce into me in a burning tether to the depths of my belly.
“Yea?” His arms keep scrubbing despite his focus on me.
“Stop,” I blurt. “Turn it off.”
Pink climbs his cheeks as he obeys. Pulling a towel from the hook, he slowly wipes his hands as he faces me. “Is it empty?” The tiny jut of his chin gestures towards the bar.
All I can do is nod.
I’ve barely made the movement before his lips crash against mine and his damp palms cup my jaw.
The slow ember we’ve been stoking all day bursts into an inferno with the press of his mouth.
God, how I’ve wanted him.
His granite bulge digs into my belly, then he picks me up by my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist.
“I guess weekends you’re mine, too?” His sideways grin flickers briefly before he carries me in a bouncing sprint upstairs.
His enthusiasm is adorable.
I won’t squash it until Sunday morning.
In the meantime, I give myself up to his exploring fingers and scalding mouth, relishing the attention he gives to every inch of me.
He strokes and licks me to the edge of exploding, then moves up my body like a starving man.
My nails rake his back, pulling a moan out of him as he shifts between my thighs.
“One of these times,” he groans with a roll of his hips, filling me with his thick cock in a slow thrust. “I’m going to see how many times you can come on my face.”
Burying his mouth into my neck, I can feel the shudder run through him as he pulls back, then stretches my needy pussy again.
“Always looking for the cheat code?” My back arches under him, seating him deeper and sending a ripple of fire through me.
“Sometimes the best way to win is through the mini-quests.” His chuckle against my skin makes goosebumps erupt across my breasts.
But he rises up, pulling my knees up to my chest. “Other times, it’s better to just—” He withdraws almost to the point of leaving me empty, teasing my entrance with the tip of his stiff cock.
“—come in with all guns blazing,” he growls, ramming into me with such force it sends a shockwave through me.
“Fuck, yes,” I sputter, clawing for him to do it again.
And he does.
Again. And again.
He pistons into me like a freight train, over and over his belly slaps against mine. Each crash drives me farther over the ledge until the quakes seize me.
Yet still he drives in. “Give me another,” he pants, his rapid rhythm impossible to withstand.
I can’t even fall from the first height before he pushes me higher into a second harrowing climax.
And still he ravages my clenching body.
“More,” he groans, growing faster with his bruising thrusts.
With every slam of his hips, he hits my clit sending bolts of napalm through me.
Every muscle spasms as stars begin to pop behind my eyes.
I swear I can’t breathe, yet the ecstasy he plunges into me makes my vision blur as the individual orgasms blend into one continuous launch into oblivion.
Only after he freezes, tensing through his own release, am I able to take the first sweet inhale in what feels like hours.
When he collapses over me, I can’t think.
Or feel.
I have to concentrate to stay conscious.
“I lost track,” he mumbles from the pillow next to me. “We gotta do that again.”
“How do you count when it’s the single longest one in history?” I croak. Finally, I can talk.
He shows the flash of his teeth in a smile. “Is that what that was? I was trying so hard not to get off, but you made that a losing battle.”
His laugh makes his dick soften.
“I even tried a new trick. I read if I used two condoms it would make me last longer. But I think I could wear fifty and I’d still get off watching you come like that.
” With a gentle brush of his thumb, he moves a wild strand of my hair from my cheek.
“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, his eyes locked on my lips.
I still feel like I’m floating. “It was pretty incredible to experience.” I let my leg drape over his, wrapping behind his calf to keep him lodged in me.
After all week of not being able to touch him, I want to soak it in.
There’s something so comforting about being in his arms.
It’s scary how much I enjoy it.
The sex is amazing, but this idle relaxation, where we both drift asleep in a tangle of limbs…
I shouldn’t savor it as much as I do.