21. Sawyer
SAWYER
I don’t waste time stripping off my jeans and pulling on his t-shirt. I wash my face and grab my book, nestling into my favorite corner of the couch. But I can’t concentrate on a damn word I’m reading. Because all I want is him.
And I’m furious about it.
I pull out my phone.
I think about sending him a strongly worded text about how he needs to stop messing with my head. But instead, I decide on a selfie that’s half my face and half his shirt. Without giving myself time to reconsider, I send it, biting my lip. I throw my phone on the couch, telling myself I’m not going to check it. But when I hear it vibrate, I practically pull my own arm out the socket trying to reach for it.
Nice shirt. Looks better on you.
Thanks, I say. It’s my new nighttime go-to.
Oh yeah? What do you wear with it?
I pause, my stomach turning.
Nothing, I write back before I can overthink it.
But to my dismay, there is no response. Not in one minute. Not in five. Not in fourteen. I’ve bit my thumbnail down to the quick, my leg bouncing so hard I’m making an imprint in the carpet.
Finally, when I can’t take the anxiety anymore, I go to get up. But as I do, I’m startled by a loud banging on my door.
I freeze.
Bang, bang, bang. I swallow, tiptoeing across the living room to the door. I look through the peephole, and my stomach turns again.
Oh, my god.
I unlock it and open it slowly, hiding my bottom half behind the door as I look up at him. I was emboldened by my libido and the safety of being a few miles away from him. But now he’s here.
He stares down at me, his hair slightly disheveled, with this look in his eye that I only saw yesterday in that bedroom. A look that’s equally as pained as it is determined. A look like he’s having an internal argument, and he doesn’t know which side he should let win. But he pushes the door open, stepping inside, and closes it. He takes my arm, pulling me gently so I’m in front of him.
“Don’t go hiding now,” he says, then his lips crash into mine, his arms snaking around my body as he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as one of his hands slides up and down one of them, the other cupping my ass as he carries me to the kitchen and sets me on the counter.
He picks me up again, spinning me around and carrying me toward the couch. He moves a pillow and lays me down gently, kissing me softly, then more urgently, then soft again as he situates me on the couch.
“I love how it looks on you,” he says between kisses as his hands slide up and down my freshly shaved legs, “but I want to see it off of you.” I moan lightly against his lips as his hands slide up past my hips, over my panties, toward my stomach.
And then I become aware of everything that’s transpiring. I’ve gotten so used to him being the strong one, the one who stops it before it gets to a point of no return, that I don’t know how to act when that point never comes. I push up against him, pushing him toward the back of the couch as I crawl up onto my knees and straddle him.
“You said you didn’t know what you wanted from me,” I whisper. He looks up at me, his eyebrows knitting together. He reaches a hand up, caressing my cheek before wrapping his hand through my hair.
“I don’t. I don’t know what any of this is,” he says. “But I know that I don’t want anyone else to have you. And I don’t want any part of anyone else.”
Oh, fuck.
“Prove it,” I say, a sly little smile playing on my lips. He smiles and shakes his head, pulling me down to him. I slide back and forth on his lap while he kisses me, my own wetness seeping through the silk of my panties and onto him.
He pushes to his feet, still holding me to him, carrying me into the bedroom. He lays me down gently, his hand under my head. Slowly, we come apart as his hands find the bottom of my—well, his—shirt, and I swallow. He pulls the fabric up slowly, and I feel chills ripple across my skin. Finally, he tugs it off over my head, and I lie there, almost naked, in front of Julian Everett. He tugs off his own shirt, and I ogle at the body I’ve spent an embarrassing number of hours stalking on the internet. But God, it’s so much better in person.
He unzips his jeans, kicking them off. I push up onto my elbows, then I sit all the way up. He stands in front of me, and I reach out and pull him closer by the waistband of his boxers. I tug them gently, looking up at him to make sure he’s okay with it. He nods slowly, stroking my hair as I pull them down, letting him spring free.
Oh. So that’s a penis. I don’t know what the fraternity brothers I let hit it for the last few years were working with, but it was nothing like this. It’s long and thick with a snake-like vein running down the shaft and a tuft of trimmed brown hair at the top.
It’s beautiful.
“Your turn, honey,” he says, pushing me back gently. I swallow as he reaches up, hooking his thumbs under the straps and pulling them down. And then he’s staring down at me, all of me. “My god, Sawyer. You are beautiful.”
I swallow again as the heat flushes in my cheeks. He kneels down toward me, as I push up on my elbows again, kissing me softly. He pauses, holding my chin in his hand.
“I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart,” he whispers. I bring my lips to his again, letting my tongue invade his mouth, biting gently on his bottom lip.
“I wish you’d do it faster,” I say. His eyes jump, alighting with a fire I haven’t seen yet. And then, it’s like a beast has been unleashed. He kisses me again, sliding one hand down to my neck, then between my breasts, down to my pussy. When his fingers slide between my folds and he feels how wet I am, a low moan escapes his lips that makes me want to erupt like a fucking geyser.
“Oh, honey,” he whispers, “you’re ready for me, huh?”
I nod.
“I’ve been ready,” I say.
“Mmm,” he moans again. He moves his hand in a slow circle at first, pressing against my clit with just the right amount of pressure before he slips two fingers inside of me. I press my head back into the mattress, clutching at the blankets.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says.
Oh, fuck.
I nod slowly, closing my eyes as our lips part, and he moves down my body, leaving little kisses all over my skin as he does.
When he gets to my center, he wraps a hand around either of my legs. He drags his lips down my inner thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Then he pushes my legs up and apart, leaving me open and exposed and throbbing for more.
His eyes flick up to me for a moment, then he dives in. He drags his tongue up and down my slit. He uses his thumbs to spread me apart more, pushing his face farther and farther into me as his tongue pulses against me, the orgasm building in my belly.
“Honey, I could eat you out all goddamn day,” he says. “You are fucking delicious.”
“Oh, Julian,” I whimper, one hand clutching the blanket, the other grasping for the back of his head. I press him deeper into me, wishing I could keep him there forever as he moves his head in all the right directions. “Oh, God,” I cry as he sucks my whole clit into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he does. Just when I feel like I’m on the brink, I feel him slip a finger back in, then another. And then they all move in perfect harmony: his tongue, his fingers, pulsing and stroking and sucking until I’m screaming his name, moaning, shuddering like a fool on the bed.
My chest heaves with heavy breaths as he slowly rises, pulling his fingers out of me and sticking them into his own mouth, sucking my juices off them. I’ve never seen something this earth-shatteringly sexy before, but I’m pretty sure I can die a happy woman.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper. He stands up, and I gather enough strength to sit up in front of him. “It’s my turn,” I tell him, and never have I ever wanted to suck someone’s cock so bad. I want him as deep as I can take him. I want to choke on him. I want him to see the tears in my eyes, knowing I’m doing as much as I can for him. He looks down at me, and I spin around on my back, lying down so that my head hangs off the bed.
“Fuck my mouth, Julian,” I tell him, and I hear him hiss as he gently grabs a fistful of my hair.
“Sawyer,” he warns. “You need to watch that pretty little mouth of yours. You’re supposed to be young and innocent. We don’t want to mess that up too bad, do we?”
I reach a hand back, cupping his balls and stroking his cock with the other. Then I tilt my head back and open my mouth wide. He smiles for a moment then reaches his other hand out to grab the other side of my head. He pushes his cock into my mouth slowly, and the salty taste of his precum has my insides swirling for more. I reach my hands back and grab his ass, pulling him farther and farther into my mouth.
I swallow and adjust to his size, then I feel him stroke my face.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he says. “Are you ready?”
I nod beneath him, and he starts to move. He goes slowly at first, but when I squeeze and dig my nails into his ass, he picks up the pace. I’m gagging and choking in the most glorious way while he hisses above me, gently pulling my hair as I clutch onto him. My eyes fill with tears, and all I want now is for him to lose it. I want him to completely fucking?—
All of a sudden, he freezes, slowing down and holding me slightly off of him.
“Honey, if we don’t stop right now, there won’t be another chance before your mouth is full.”