Chapter 55 #2
“Wren.” His hands cover mine. “I don’t have a condom.”
“What? Why?”
He gives me an exasperated look. “Why do you think? I haven’t needed them. You didn’t tell me you were coming. What, did you want me to suggest a trip to the pharmacy as soon as you arrived?”
“Yes!”
Sawyer rolls his eyes. “We can go now.”
I groan, collapsing on his bed. “I should have gone on birth control.”
“It’ll take ten minutes,” he says, but he seems as reluctant to leave this room as I am. To rejoin the rest of the world.
He lies down beside me instead. There’s barely room for both of us on the twin mattress. Sleeping tonight should be interesting.
I roll my head until his mouth is within reach, kissing him again.
He pulls me back onto his lap, sitting up so he can yank off my shirt and unclasp my bra.
I start to care a lot less about the lack of condoms, arching my back to allow him better access.
When he realizes it, I feel his laugh reverberate against my sensitive skin.
It’s better … and worse. Everything we’re doing only makes me want more.
I reach for his waistband again, my impatience and his distracting mouth slowing my progress. Once I have his erection free, Sawyer grunts.
“I’m not going to last long at all,” he tells me.
“So, same as always?”
His teeth scrape my skin, spreading goose bumps everywhere. “Now you know why. You were right; fucking you is better than my hand.”
“When did I say that?”
“At Wade’s party. You told me I had a high opinion of my hand if I thought jerking off would be like having sex with you.”
“I don’t remember saying that. I was … nervous that night. Although it does sound like something I’d say.”
He laughs. “It does.”
I release his cock, needing both hands to work off my pants. I slip my thong down, too, then shove at his chest until he lies back on the mattress.
“Wren …” he says, uncertain, as my hips hover over his erection.
“Relax. I have no interest in getting knocked up.”
I shift closer and straddle him, his penis trapped between us. Sawyer realizes what I’m wanting, pulling my ass higher so that my pussy is directly against his dick, pressing it against his stomach. Slowly, I start to move my hips, watching as I work up and down his length.
The burst of pleasure is immediate, a single spark that roars into a bonfire.
“Fuck,” Sawyer groans, watching us.
I bite my bottom lip so hard that I taste copper, trying to remember he has neighbors on the other side of this wall.
I was baiting him before, but I’ll likely come first. I can already feel a pending orgasm tingling in my toes.
I’m wet—so wet that his cock is shiny from me grinding against it.
My hips move faster, chasing more friction.
I feel feverish, my entire body flushed with heat and swimming with lust. Fixated on the erotic sight of my pussy coating his cock with my arousal.
Conflicted between making this last and a rising desperation to reach the release that’s only existed with him.
He looks so perfect under me. Abs flexed. Jaw clenched. Pupils wide. He’s tucked an arm behind his head, so I can see the sailboat tattooed on his arm. The two spots I sucked on his neck are bright red too.
Mine.
He’s mine.
I’ve always wanted him, and I never thought I’d really have him. I accepted there might always be some distance between us, that I might never get all of him.
Sawyer’s mostly letting me lead, but I can sense his impatience growing. His thighs tense under me, hips jerking like they’re fighting the urge to thrust.
My pace quickens, more by instinct than choice. I’m close to losing control too.
His hands land on my thighs, tugging them open even wider. It’s almost like he’s inside of me, so similar to that second before he pushes in.
“You’re so wet. I can feel it.” He sounds proud. Possessive.
“It’s been just as long for me,” I remind him.
“Your hand isn’t as good as my cock?”
“I mean, I pretend it’s your cock, so …”
Another groan.
It crashes over me a moment later—an immediate, brilliant devastation.
I collapse onto his chest, then roll to the two-ish feet of bed on my side, breathing heavily as I watch him come on his stomach.
Pass him some tissues to mop up the sticky mess.
He does, sitting up to toss them in the trash before lying back down.
“That was really hot,” he tells me. “Good idea.”
“I’m full of them.”
Sawyer chuckles, reaching out and pulling me onto his chest. He kisses my forehead. “I didn’t think you’d—I would have understood, I mean, if you’d—we would have been okay if you had wanted to …”
“Did you forget how to finish a sentence?”
He huffs, twirling a loose strand of my hair. “I’m glad you’ve never had sex with anyone else.”
“Really?” I feign shock. “You were so chill about me lending toothpaste to another guy. I figured me fucking someone else would be—ah!”
I yelp with surprise as he rolls over me, nearly tumbling us both off the bed in the process. Sawyer kisses me, hard, and I’m certain he’d be doing a lot more than that if he had a condom.
I play with his chain, smiling up at him as we both attempt to catch our breath. “I am also glad you haven’t—what was it? Licked, nibbled, sucked—”
“I never mentioned nibbling.”
“Oh, you don’t like nibbling?” I lift my head, grazing my teeth against his neck.
Sawyer shifts away, groaning. “Why didn’t you bring condoms?”
“I didn’t even pack a toothbrush. I’ll have to borrow yours. And toothpaste, even knowing how you feel about sharing it.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Also … that felt presumptuous.”
“More presumptuous than kissing a random stranger on a cliff? I could have been a serial killer.”
“Lucky for me, you’re just an asshole.”
“I warned you about that. Multiple times.” He smirks. “You fell in love with me anyway.”
“Yep.” I beam back. “I sure did.”