Chapter 5 #2
Sawyer rumbled, “Matt’s going to kill me,” as his hands slipped around my waist and his lips found mine.
That’s when every fantasy I’d ever had about him evaporated. The reality of Sawyer was so much better.
He tasted like raspberries and chocolate, and I felt myself disappearing completely, transported to another realm of existence. One where Sawyer Reed not only knew I existed, but wanted me. Really wanted me.
I kissed him back, my hands flying up to tangle in his wet hair. Then I widened my knees, making room for him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that I wanted to welcome him straight into my pussy.
And when his body settled into the space I’d made, I hooked my legs around his hips, trapping him close.
He groaned. “Matt’s going to murder me for this.”
“Forget about my brother long enough to do this to me, Sawyer. You’re not allowed to stop now.” Every late-night fantasy I’d ever had was coming to life, and I didn’t want to give the man any time to second-guess himself.
A low, guttural groan escaped his lips as he pulsed himself towards me. Something hard and hungry pressed against my bikini bottoms. Him.
I rocked my hips up in a shameless, seeking grind.
The friction was immediate and electric. And two seconds later we were grinding against each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Fuck, Rissy,” he growled against my lips, his voice ragged. “You feel that? You feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
I could only nod, my mind emptying of everything but the warmth of his skin and the relentless pressure where our bodies met. We moved together in a frantic rhythm.
His hands slid up from my waist until his thumbs brushed the bottom of my breasts through my bathing suit. I arched into his touch, a needy whine escaping me.
“Rissy, I need you,” he rumbled as his lips trailed from my mouth down to the delicate skin of my neck. “I’ve needed you for so fucking long.”
Was this a dream? Could this really be happening?
His fingers found the tie of my bikini top. A quick, expert tug and the knot gave way. He ripped it away, the flimsy material snapping as he tugged. The cold air hit my nipples for a second before his big, warm hands covered me completely.
“Damn, woman,” he breathed, his thumbs circling my tight, pebbled peaks. “Look at you. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Then he bent his head and took one of my waiting nipples into his mouth.
The world dissolved into an ecstasy of pleasure. Sawyer’s tongue was warm and hungry, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh just enough to make me gasp. His free hand kneaded my other breast, keeping it from getting lonely, as his fingers pinched and rolled until my breast ached in the best of ways.
I was panting, my head thrown back, my fingers clutching his shoulders.
“Sawyer… god, please…”
“Mmm,” he murmured, switching to my other breast, giving it the same devastating attention. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me everywhere.”
He let out a husky laugh that transformed into a low growl as one of his hands slid down my belly, over the swell of my hip, and dipped beneath the band of my bikini bottoms. He didn’t hesitate.
His fingers slid down. He cupped my heat, then drifted lower through my slick folds, exploring me intimately.
His groan shook the mountain, deep and hungry as he made contact with my pussy. “You’re so wet, Marissa. Soaking wet for me.” He found my clit with his thumb, applying a steady, circular pressure that made my thighs tremble. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes! Please, yes,” I whispered. I was grinding against his hand now, hungry and desperate.
He pushed one finger inside me, then a second, curling them just right. I clenched around him.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his mouth back on mine. “Fuck my fingers, baby. Take what you need.”
So I did. I rode his hand as the water churned around us, my hips bucking on him. His mouth was on my breasts at the same time his fingers worked me deep and steady.
Pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I felt certain I couldn’t handle another moment without release. I was hardly aware that my hands were everywhere. In his hair, clawing at his back, sliding over the hard planes of his chest, even dragging through his beard.
“I’m gonna make you come, girl,” he promised, his voice a dark, delicious rumble in my ear. “I want to feel you come on my hand. Will you do that for me, Rissy?”
But I was too far gone to answer. The only thing coming out of my mouth now was the desperate, ragged sound of my breath as I climbed towards my orgasm.
His thumb pressed harder on my clit, his fingers thrusting faster.
That’s when my world narrowed to the friction between us, and the unbearable, delightful, delicious need. A tension that I couldn’t control.
My breath came out in ragged cries until everything in me tightened to a pinpoint of exquisite pleasure. I climbed to the apex of my need, then shattered for him.
He held me through it, his fingers still buried inside me, drawing out every last pulse and shudder until I was a trembling wreck pressed against his chest.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, then my cheeks, and finally my swollen lips. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his own mouth to suck them clean.
I clung to him, wondering what had just happened between us. Would he retreat now and retake his position as my brother’s best friend? Or did he have more for me? Because I was just getting started. Before I could make sense of it, I felt his greedy hunger take over.
His hands were on my hips as he yanked my bikini bottoms off. He made quick work of his own shorts, tugging them down low enough to release his cock. And then he was right there, the thick, heavy length of him nudging against my sensitive entrance.
I stared into his eyes as the snow fell in steady, silent flakes around us, catching in his dark hair before melting away from the heat of the hot tub.
His eyes were black with need, locked on mine.
“Tell me you want it, Rissy. Tell me you want me.”
Feeling suddenly shy, I nodded, words failing me in this moment.
But he didn’t need to be asked twice.
He gripped my hips and positioned his tip against me before sinking into me in one long, slow, thrust, groaning the entire time.
Sawyer was perfect. He was everything. My mouth fell open with a silent cry as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me to fill him.
Then he stopped, his forehead pressed to mine, his breaths coming in ragged pants that fogged in the cold air as he let me adjust to our connection.
“Fuck,” he choked out, sounding almost overcome with emotion. “Rissy, you feel so fucking good. I almost can’t handle it.”
Then he began to move.
It was a deep, relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing the water around us, sloshing over the edges of the tub. He angled his hips, hitting a spot inside me that made me melt around him with every plunge.
I wrapped my legs tighter, meeting him thrust for thrust, the splashing of the hot tub water the only other sound in the silent winter night other than our desperate moans.
“More,” I begged, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his back. “Give me more.”
Sawyer let out a ragged breath. “I won’t last long if I do.”
I kissed him then, our tongues tangling together as I whispered, “I won’t either.”
He gave me what I’d asked for, his thrusts turning punishing, driving into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs.
The heat of the water, the chill of the snow on my face, the burn of my muscles, the incredible, mounting pleasure, it was all too much.
I was climbing again, faster this time, hurtling toward another peak.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his movements becoming more erratic, urgency in every thrust. “I’m going to come inside you, Rissy. I have to.”
His words tipped me over the edge.
My second orgasm vibrated through every cell in me, even more intense than the first.
My whole body locked on him, holding him in place as I came. A raw, guttural cry tore from my throat as I clutched him as tightly as I could.
Then Sawyer lost control, groaning out my name. He drove into me one last time, as deep as he could.
He shuddered as his release flooded into me, warming me from the inside out.
A moment later Sawyer collapsed against me, his weight pressing me against the wall of the hot tub, his face buried in my neck as we both gasped for air, trembling in the aftermath of what we’d just done.
The snow fell around us, silent and beautiful, melting against our overheated bodies as we slowly came back to reality. His heartbeat was steady and even against me, and I never wanted to move again.