11. Sadie
SADIE
“ S ee? I told you his career didn’t stall out in the early two thousands,” I tell Cutter as we’re curled up on his couch the next evening, watching another Jackie Chan movie.
“Rush Hour was okay, I guess,” he says.
“Whatever! You were totally laughing. It’s okay to admit you love it and it’s your new favorite,” I tease.
I playfully smack his chest, and he gathers up my hand, kissing my palm before placing it over his heart. God, this man. After our conversation yesterday and the moments we shared in the shower… I’m more certain than ever he’s the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
The storm from yesterday let up this morning, but came back in full force a few hours ago.
I’ve been texting with Gabby, who seems a little frustrated and annoyed at being stuck in Hope Mountain for the time being.
Her car is in the shop, and she has a place to stay at Willow Tree Inn, but I know she’s more of a city girl and can’t wait to get back to Denver.
I reach for the cup of hot cocoa Cutter made me earlier, complete with whipped cream and raw sugar crystals. Right as I bring the mug to my lips, the lights dim, then flash, and then go off completely.
“I’ll get a fire going,” Cutter says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Sitting back on the couch, I watch my big, burly, tatted-up mountain man set logs in the fireplace along with kindling, then light a match.
The orange glow flickers over his face and torso, highlighting his sharp features.
He stands and turns toward me, the shadows dancing across the corded muscles of his arms and chest.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask. Oh god, is that my voice? I sound needy and wanton, but Cutter isn’t complaining.
His eyes darken as he stalks toward me, my heart racing in anticipation. I’m suddenly flushed and achy, and I rip the blanket off my lap. Cutter pulls me up off the couch, spearing his fingers through my hair and tilting my head up so our lips are inches apart.
“I can think of a few things I’d like to do to you,” he whispers before sealing his lips over mine.
The kiss is possessive and hungry. His hands are everywhere as he continues to dominate me with every stroke of his tongue.
I break our kiss briefly to gulp down air, but Cutter hardly lets me take a breath before his hand cups the back of my neck, holding me in place while he devours me.
He’s right. I don’t need air. I need him.
My hands slip under his shirt, and I moan as I run my fingers over every defined muscle I can reach. Cutter kisses down my neck and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me claw at his chest.
“Jesus, Sadie. I need you naked, but I can’t take my hands off you. My lips off you…” He trails off, his words muffled from where he started nibbling and sucking on my neck.
“I need you, too,” I breathe, hardly able to string those four words together.
He finally untangles himself from me, though he has to wrap an arm around my hips to hold me steady as my knees give out.
“You okay?” he asks, nuzzling into the side of my neck. His voice is rough and deep, pouring over my skin and making me shiver.
I nod, unable to speak at the moment. Cutter chuckles darkly and then steps away from me, stripping off his shirt. God, I’ll never get tired of looking at him. Black ink swirls around his smooth, chiseled muscles, and I can’t stop the soft, needy whimper that falls from my lips.
Everything aches now that he’s no longer touching me. My skin is too tight, the electricity humming along my nerves too powerful.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me, completely naked.
I’m still fully clothed, and for some reason, that makes it all so much hotter. “I know.”
“You hurting for me?” Cutter whispers, ghosting his fingers down my neck and across my shoulder.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Everywhere.”
Cutter grunts and spins me around so my back is to his front. He grabs my hips and grinds his cock against my ass while nuzzling into my neck.
“Need you naked,” he murmurs, his lips tickling the shell of my ear.
I try stepping away from him so I can get out of the sweatshirt of his I’m wearing as a dress, but Cutter doesn’t let me move. Instead, he sweeps my hair to one side and places a soft kiss on the back of my neck while inching up the baggy shirt and lifting it over my head.
I stare into the dancing flames of the fire while Cutter continues trailing kisses down my spine as he undresses me completely.
As soon as Cutter has my bra off, his hands cover my breasts, and he pulls me back into his hard chest. He squeezes the sensitive flesh and rubs my nipples until they harden into tight little points.
Cutter trails his hands lower, taking time to explore my body.
I’m aware of every dip, curve, and roll his fingers touch. I want to squirm out of his embrace or have him fuck me already. There’s something so much more intimate about standing in the living room, naked, with the light of the fireplace bringing attention to every single one of my imperfections.
Cutter grips my hip with one hand while dragging his lips up my neck so he can nibble that sensitive spot beneath my ear. “I thought I told you I love your sexy fucking body,” he rasps. “I thought I showed you how crazy you make me.”
How did he know what I was thinking? “You’re just so… perfect,” I whisper.
“Perfect for you. Just like you’re perfect for me.”
“Show me again.”
“I’ll show you every fucking day.”
With that, Cutter presses a hand between my shoulder blades while still holding my hip in a tight grip with his other hand.
I bend over and brace my hands on the arm of the couch.
Cutter growls and slides his hands all over my back, my ass, my thighs, nudging my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.
I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly.
“Cutter…” I moan.
“Yeah, my filthy little angel?”
“Cutter…” I can’t seem to say anything else, but I don’t need to.
“I’ve got you, love. Hang on.”
I barely register his words before he slams his thickness into me, setting a relentless pace. I cry out as he stretches the walls of my swollen, dripping pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot hard and fast, over and over.
My fingers dig into the material of the couch, my nails biting into the fabric. My head drops forward as Cutter fucks me roughly, bouncing me off his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air, each thrust going deeper, deeper, so damn deep it feels like he’s choking me with his dick.
“Sadie, goddamn, every single time I think it can’t get any better,” he groans. I nod my head and whimper in agreement. Every time with him feels new, intense, and thrilling.
Cutter pulls out suddenly, making me gasp at the loss of him. I look at him over my shoulder just in time to see him drop to his knees behind me and grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He growls and sucks on my clit before licking up my slit and circling my asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently. My hands slip forward off the arm of the couch, but I catch myself on my elbows, not wanting this to end. Cutter groans but doesn’t stop.
He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting.
Cutter thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.
The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so fucking close I can taste it.
And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’m right there . Cutter spanks my ass, growling at the way my soft flesh jiggles. He grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.
A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over. Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke. I somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms and rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning.
Cutter snarls and fists my hair, tugging at the strands while I come around his cock.
I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper.
I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.
I’m suddenly picked up, and my world spins upside down. When I open my eyes, I see Cutter hovering above me, pressing my back into the couch cushions as he dips his head and claims my mouth with his.
“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and guiding me to rest my leg on the back of the couch. I’m completely open to him, ready for whatever he wants to do to me.
Cutter settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t come again,” I whimper.
His lips twist into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire, and the only one who can put it out is Cutter.
“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.
Cutter pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.
I cry out and bow my back off the couch, making Cutter groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Cutter’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.
An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Cutter is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.
I stare into Cutter’s dark blue eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk; we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.
Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.
“Come for me, Sadie. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits, sounding pained.
The crushing pressure building up in my core explodes out of me, the sweet, sharp ache breaking over my body in waves of excruciating bliss. I convulse beneath Cutter’s rippling muscles as more and more of my juices pool and then gush out of my pussy with each contraction.
I'd be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can't think about anything else except this never-ending orgasm rattling through my bones.
“Jesus, that’s it. You’re making a fucking mess. Squirting all over me like a good girl.”
I moan at his dirty words and bask in his approval.
“Gonna come now, baby. Gonna come so fucking hard.”
The words barely leave his lips before he jackhammers in and out of me and then stills, wedging his cock so far up my channel I swear I feel him in my stomach.
An animalistic growl barrels through his chest, turning into a roar as his cock swells and explodes inside me.
I cling to his massive body and clench my pussy around him, sucking down every last drop of his cum.
Cutter collapses on top of me and then rolls off the couch and onto the rug in front of the fireplace. I giggle at him, then shriek when he pulls me down on top of him.
We’re sweating and out of breath, yet Cutter cups the back of my neck and draws my face toward his.
He presses his lips to my forehead and breathes me in.
His tender touch is exactly what I need after the intensity of what we just experienced.
Cutter gives me a quick kiss on my lips and adjusts me so I’m tucked into his side, my head resting against his chest.
“Does the power go out here very often?” I ask after a few moments of soaking up the afterglow of everything we just did.
“Baby, we don’t need the excuse of a power outage to fuck in front of the fireplace,” he answers.
I giggle and look up at him, a grin taking over his features. “Noted,” I say before kissing his chin.
We have more things to talk about with our future and what it means to be together, but I’m content to stay right here in this moment as long as possible.