38 - Sophie
38
Sophie
It’s over when I say it is .
I considered myself an independent woman. As a bartender, I had to have a strong backbone to deal with all the jerks I saw on a nightly basis, ready to punch back with a joke or sassy quip. I was used to being in control, because I had to be in order to survive.
But being with Sawyer?
I could finally allow myself to let go. To relinquish all the stress and pressure and control I felt on a daily basis, allowing him to take over.
Allowing him to take possession of me.
I felt myself handing him the metaphorical keys to my body and mind… and it was a relief. To allow myself to be submissive with someone in a way I never had before.
Would it be a mistake, or would it give me everything I had ever wanted?
Sawyer brushed his lips against mine, then spun me around and pressed me against the tile wall. I pushed my ass back, praying that he was going to take me from behind, filling me the way I severely needed.
But then he squeezed a glob of body wash from the container on the shelf, rubbed his hands together, then began washing my body.
It was a different kind of pleasure, having Sawyer hold me against the wall and rub every inch of my body with soap. And I meant every inch: down my legs, up my ass, between my cheeks. He planted kisses on my shoulder while he worked, dragging his teeth across the skin in a way that made me shiver with excitement despite the heat from the shower. His fingers were gentle as he scrubbed across my breasts, but I could sense the barely-contained way he craved to do more.
“You’re still playing games,” I whispered over my shoulder. “You’re still toying with me.”
He leaned into me, his hard length sliding between my slick cheeks. “I’m not toying with you. I’m preparing you.”
“For what?”
His mouth was right next to my ear as he said, “For all the filthy things I want to do to you.”
Sawyer pushed in a little further, the tip of his cock brushing right against my backdoor, and I held my breath. Did he want…
Then he pulled away and turned off the water. The muscles in his arm and back flexed deliciously as he reached out of the shower to grab a towel from the rack, then returned to dry me off. His motions were so caring, so tender, as he ran the soft cotton towel over my body. I never would have expected it from a man like Sawyer.
But when he was done toweling both of us off, the possessive look returned to his eyes. He took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom, into the hotel room itself. The bed was made, the corners crisp and clean like maid service had come in the middle of the night. But of course not—it was still made because he’d spent the night in jail.
He kissed me roughly, spun me around, and shoved me face-down onto the bed. I glanced over my shoulder as he climbed on top of me, his skin still hot from the shower. He covered me with his entire body, kissing the back of my neck, sliding around the side while wrapping an arm around my thigh, then up between my legs where it belonged.
“Still soaked,” he rumbled into my ear.
“No towel can get rid of that much moisture,” I breathed back at him, savoring the weight of him on top of me.
I felt him smile against my ear, then his teeth nibbled at my earlobe before he began climbing down my body. He kissed a trail from the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades, and along my spine. I stretched out on the impossibly-soft bed, comfort beneath me and hard masculine Sawyer above.
He slowed down when he reached my ass, planting tender kisses on my left ass cheek, then the right. My entire body relaxed as he explored me with his mouth. His fingers found their way into my lower lips again, sliding along the outside without going deeper.
The scruff on his cheek scratched along my ass, moving lower, pushing inside…
I moaned as he wedged between my cheeks, licking my pussy from behind. Up and down his tongue rolled while his fingers moved to my clit, surrounding my most sensitive spot in a V-shape. Just the right amount of pressure, taking his time.
Even though I wanted more, so much more, I closed my eyes and lost myself in the way he ate me out. After coming once in the shower, quick and rough, it felt good to have him take his time with me. Building up to what I knew would be something bigger. More explosive.
And then, like it had been his plan all along, his tongue moved upward.
I gasped in surprise as his tongue flicked against my tight backdoor. It wasn’t an accident—he stayed there, right there , rolling the tip of his tongue against my ass. I’d experienced this before, once, but my partner wasn’t really into it. He treated it like a chore, a disgusting act that he was suffering through just to make me happy.
Sawyer was the complete opposite. As I moaned louder, he buried his entire face between my ass cheeks, rimming me like it was his favorite thing in the world. I relaxed into the sheets and let him take over my ass with his mouth, luxuriating in the beautiful naughtiness of it all. His arms glided under my thighs and held me down with dominating power, like he knew exactly what I needed and wasn’t going to stop unless I begged him to.
But there was no way I wanted him to stop. Jesus, it felt so good .
Heat and need collided deep in my stomach, a fire that was stoked hotter and hotter with every loving glide of his tongue. I couldn’t see anything, my face was pressed too firmly into the sheets, so I blindly reached behind me until I found his head, lacing my fingers into his dirty-blond hair and holding him against me.
He must have loved this, because he let out a moan which vibrated up into me, electrifying my nerves even more than before.
“God, I could fucking eat you all day,” he said, pulling back and giving my ass a sharp smack. A flash of pain, just the right amount, heated my skin.
“I’d let you,” I replied over my shoulder.
“But I want more.” He moved up the bed, straddling me. “And I think you do too.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
There was a crinkle of a wrapper, and a grunt as Sawyer concentrated on rolling on the condom. Then he was covering my body with his again, teeth dragging along the back of my neck before tugging at my earlobe in a way that drove me absolutely wild .
I was so wet, and the condom held enough lube, that he slid into me with ease. The tip, then an inch, then all the rest in a sudden push forward that filled every inch of my inner walls and pulled a cry of ecstasy from my throat.
“Fuck,” Sawyer cursed, breath hot on my ear. “I wanted to tease you first.”
I was breathing heavily, delighting in how full I felt. “Why. Didn’t. You?”
He exhaled on my neck, part sigh and part moan. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
Sawyer rested his head against the back of my neck, then planted his fists on either side of my arms. He rose up a few inches, enough to allow him to move on top of me, cock sliding in and out of me in a way that I was afraid would never come.
“Ohhh, finally ,” I moaned in the hotel room. “I’ve been thinking about this since the shower.”
“I’ve been thinking about it longer,” he gritted out. Like he was using all of his concentration to go slowly, rather than holding me down and fucking me with every ounce of energy he had.
“Since the car?” I asked.
He grunted above me. “Since you handed me that fucking flier.”
I felt a moment of surprise that he had waited this long, had been thinking about it this long, but then he pushed up off me. He was kneeling upright, knees on the sheets like he wanted to shift into doggy style position. I began following him, moving to my hands and knees, but he planted a hand between my shoulders and pushed me back down.
“I like you just like that,” he said, wrapping his hands around my waist.
I sighed with pleasure as he fucked me from behind, faster than before. My clit was on fire, desperate for any kind of friction, so I slid a hand up underneath me to relieve the pressure. A deeper moan bubbled up from my throat as I rubbed myself in time with his strokes. The angle was intense, but I was already warmed up from the shower and his tongue, that it was perfect .
Sawyer pulled a hand away, then flashed it forward, smacking my ass again. The pain flared bright, morphing into a deeper pleasure. I clamped my pussy tightly around his hard length, letting him know how much I loved it.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” he said, giving it a squeeze this time. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s yours,” I breathed, rubbing my clit with even more pressure.
“Goddamn right it is,” he said, the intensity in his voice rich with ecstasy.
But that wasn’t what I meant.
I thought about what he had said about playing games. He was a blunt man, and I assumed he appreciated the same thing in his women.
And I thought about the way he had eaten my ass without hesitation.
“No,” I said, twisting to look over my shoulder. He was a beautiful portrait of a man, tan and muscular and strong in all the best ways. “I said. My ass. Is yours .”
His eyes widened as he understood what I meant.
“If you want it,” I purred back at him with as much lust as I could add to my voice.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass cheek. “I’ve never done that before.”
“I have,” I replied truthfully. Giving him the bluntness I knew he cherished. “Don’t you want it?”
Sawyer’s eyes raked down my back, settling on my ass. I rubbed my clit faster, urged on by the desire that was impossible for him to hide.
He fell forward onto me, twisting my head around so he could kiss me again, rough and hungry. Then he pushed back into his previous position on his knees. I sighed as his cock left me, sliding against my inner thigh. Then his fingers squeezed both of my ass cheeks, fingertips moving inward, parting them to give himself access.
My breath quickened to match my pulse as his hips moved forward, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against my backdoor. The moment was so perfect, full of anticipation and desire. My entire body was tight like a wire, waiting for him to take what he wanted, my pleasure heightened by the fact that he had never done this before. That I would be his first.
He used a hand to guide himself in.
I was already slick from his rimjob, and his cock was coated with my own juices. I closed my eyes and relaxed, fingers slowing on my clit, moving to a calmer pace. Sawyer breathed deeply, then pushed into me with his weight.
The tip slid in with ease, and I let out a long sigh. There was something so sexy, so forbidden about anal sex. I didn’t know why it turned me on so much; I just knew that it did.
The groan of ecstasy Sawyer let out turned me on even more.
“Yeah?” I asked, twisting to look back at him. “You like that?”
“You’re so tight,” he said, brushing back the hair from his face while gazing down at me. His eyes were wide as he dragged them up my body, colliding with my own gaze. “You can handle it.”
It was part question, part statement. I responded with a long moan of permission, moving my fingers faster on my clit.
Sawyer started slow, adding more weight behind his cock, pushing deeper into my ass. But I was relaxed now, and he slid inside without any real resistance. One inch, two, then three—I took it all, moaning louder to tell him it was perfect, that it was exactly what I needed.
“You like that?” he asked.
My cheek rubbed against the sheets as I nodded.
“Tell me,” he commanded, giving my ass another slap, harder than before. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like. Your cock. In my ass,” I gritted out.
“Good,” he purred, smacking the other cheek now. “Because I. Love. Fucking. Your. Ass.”
The pleasure was intense, a nuclear bomb beginning to consume me from the inside out. I opened my mouth and tried to tell him again how much I loved it, how deep in my ass his cock was, but all that came out was a ragged moan of intense ecstasy.
Then Sawyer fell forward on top of me again, teeth scraping against my neck as he breathed, “I’m going to come in your ass.”
“Oh please,” I begged. “Come in my ass.”
“It’s so deep in your ass,” he gritted out as he slammed into me with unrestrained lust.
“So. Fucking. Deep.”
“Sophie,” he gritted out, and I couldn’t tell if it was a prayer or a curse. “Sophie!”
“I’m coming,” I practically screamed as my body was obliterated by overwhelming pleasure scouring every nerve ending in my body. “Ohhhh fuck, I’m coming!”
“Come for me,” he growled into my ear, taking hold of my free hand and holding it down on the bed. “I’m going to come with you.”
“Come with me!” I cried out.
“Beg for it,” he said, pace quickening as he fucked me.
I couldn’t take my fingers away from my clit—I would die if the bliss ended. “Please, oh please come with me.”
“Where?” he cried out, face red with effort as he nibbled at my ear. “ Tell me where .”
“In my ass!” I screamed for him. “Come in my ass, Sawyer, please come in my ass, I need it so deep, hurry…”
He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, like a python that wanted to squeeze me to a shuddering, shaking finish. Then the hand around my waist bulled its way lower, knocking my hand away and taking possession of my clit. Now we were both crying out, voices ragged as his hard length exploded inside my ass, trembling as he pushed as deep into my forbidden hole as he could, extending my own eviscerating climax until my throat was hoarse and neither of us could move.