Chapter Twenty #2
“In the nicest way possible, I think you need a shower. You smell like you slept in mud.”
“I kind of did, but it’s a long story involving Baxter, the dark and some dogs. I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“Okay.”
“Pour me another drink will ya,” I say getting off the bed and heading for my bathroom. I unbutton the shirt with every step and drop it to the floor before looking back at Sawyer. He watches, but doesn’t move.
I run the shower as hot as I can, lathering my body in a combination of body wash and shampoo, pulling bits of dirt from my hair. The door opens and I hear a mug placed on the sink.
“I can’t fight this for today but tomorrow will go back to being the same.”
“Then don’t fight it for today, I need you, Sawyer.” The sound of his belt on the tiles makes me smile. I need him, and I don’t care if he goes back to ignoring me.
Sawyer steps into the shower and he spins me, pushing me into the wall with his body. His hand snakes around my throat, a slight echo of his father's kitchen.
“I have dreamed of this,” he whispers. “And it’s going to be rough.
” A moan from my mouth gives him the green light.
His teeth bite into the skin on my neck; I know he is marking me and I let him.
I welcome it. I’m going to need a reminder of this tomorrow to reassure myself that it wasn’t all a dream.
His hand slips between my legs, between my folds, opening me. Two fingers plunge inside me and I cry out in pleasure.
Our shower doesn’t last. The foreplay is amazing, but I’m too impatient.
Sawyer must have the same idea as me because he spins me round to face him and lifts me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, reminding me of our make out session outside the pub.
He takes us out into my room, his lips not leaving mine, puddles of water soaking into the carpet.
He pulls away
“Condoms?”
“Desk drawer,” I pant.
He takes us to the desk. Holding me with one arm, he swipes the contents of my desk to the floor, the bottle of bourbon included - which thankfully doesn’t smash - and places me on top.
I watch as he retrieves the condom and slides it on. The desk has me at the perfect height to line me up and he rubs his cock against my clit. I groan at the myriad of sensations he’s creating in me.
“Ready?” he asks and I nod. I can’t explain the feeling that overcomes me when he pushes inside. I lean back and close my eyes as pleasure washes over me. The feeling of fullness is exquisite. He starts slow, a little uneasy, most likely running scenarios through his head.
“Fuck me, Sawyer,” I groan impatiently.
This snaps him out of it and he pulls out of me and moves us to my bed, demanding I get on all fours.
Now we’re talking.
One hand wraps in my hair snapping my head back as his body leans back from mine, causing my back to arch. His free hand grasps my hip with a bruising force, and he thrusts forward then stills himself. He gives me a split second to adjust, but being gentle ends there.
His thrusts are deep and sure, every time he pulls back almost to the point of pulling out, before slamming back in to the hilt. The girth of his cock stretches and fills me, making me groan and push back begging for more.
Sawyer’s hands move to my throat and I feel his heat as he curves his body against mine.
He rests his forehead on my shoulder for a second, before kissing the back of my neck and sinking his teeth in.
I moan and roll my head to the side, giving him better access to the soft skin of my neck, silently begging him to bite me there too.
He marks me, then throws me around with force.
I can barely catch my breath, not used to the stamina of a man.
I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, but I can’t help but compare him to Kalen.
No one could compare to Kalen’s monster cock - there’s no way I could take him from behind and have my cervix remain intact - but Sawyer really knows how to use what God gave him.
And I love every second of it. We fit together sexually and it’s fucking amazing.
Sawyer shifts his hips slightly, changing the angle just enough to tear one last orgasm from me, and he cums with me. We both fall back into the bed, spent. We lie there for a few minutes before he is on top of me again, kissing all the places he has left marks. There are a lot.
“These will bruise tomorrow,” he says and I shrug.
“Good. I love that you know what I like.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” he asks. I shake my head.
“I could go rougher.”
“I don’t know if I can forget that happened, tomorrow.”
“Me either. But what choice do we have? This could never work in the real world, Sawyer. I’m a student and you’re a teacher. Three years is too long to wait.”
“I know. I know that Kalen is the better choice for you. Maybe you should give him a chance, he would love you unconditionally and would never hurt you like the rest of us would.”
“Nothing has happened with me and the twins.”
“Yet... I see the way they look at you, but they are just as messed up as I am.” Goosebumps line my skin as his fingers run down past my belly button.
“I don’t know if I could promise not to break his heart. I make impulsive decisions. I’ve never dated before; my brother was too protective after what happened to me.”
“I would do the same. So what do we do tomorrow?”
“Pretend it never happened,” I sigh.
“I don’t know if I can do that,” he whispers.
Me either, Sawyer, me either.