6. Sawyer
CHAPTER 6
Sawyer
LONG-LEGGED SLAYER OF MEN
I take the bottle. Take a swig, then set it on the bedside table.
Reaching for the back collar of my shirt, I undress quickly. Button-up, undershirt. Boots, jeans. Briefs.
I don’t miss the way Ava’s eyes flash again when they land on my dick. I’m rock hard, my tip already leaking.
I take myself in my hand and give my shaft a hard, slow tug, working my wrist to curl my palm over my head. Sensation rockets through me as a renewed rush of blood courses through my dick.
I hiss. Ava’s lips part.
Chuckling, I gather my pre-cum on my thumb. “You want a taste, don’t you, greedy girl?”
“I am greedy.” She sits up straighter so she’s seated on the edge of the bed. “Give me what I want. Do we need a condom for this, or?—”
“Ava, you got nothin’ to worry about. Negative across the board.”
“Good. Really good. I’m negative too. I still wanna use some protection when we?—”
“Right. Just to be safe.”
“Just to be safe.” Her gaze burns. “Now give me what I want , Sawyer.”
Of fucking course she’s into this.
Of fucking course she ain’t afraid to say what she wants. To show me what she’s into.
Reaching down, I use my thumb to smear my cum on her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out to taste it, and I must black out because the next thing I know I have my thumb in her mouth and my other thumb on her clit.
Her legs fall apart as I touch her there, her lips spread around my finger. Sucking on my thumb, Ava lets out a deep, satisfied moan, rocking her hips.
I see stars.
I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. Pressing. Teasing. I glide it south and dip it inside her, thrusting both thumbs in a smooth, easy rhythm. She’s tight and hot and perfect everywhere.
“Tell me how I taste.”
Ava gives my thumb one last quick, hard suck. “You taste like I want you inside me. Now.”
I smirk and repeat her line back to her. “Who made you boss?”
“You really wanna see who’s boss?”
“I do, yeah.”
She digs her teeth into her bottom lip. Leaning in, she purses her lips and presses a warm kiss to the tip of my dick. I do that growling thing again. She opens her mouth and works her lips over me, eyes flicking to meet mine the second before she sucks my head all the way into her mouth.
My balls contract. Need shoots up my length.
Yeah, we definitely need to use condoms. I’m not gonna last two seconds without one.
“Fine.” I suck a pained breath through my teeth. “Fucking fine. You win. You suck dick like you mean it. You greedy fucking girl . I’mma give you what you want. You want me to put this dick everywhere, don’t you? You want me to fuck your pussy, and then you want me to shove my dick down your throat. Bet you’d like me to fuck your tits, too, yeah? Come all over you?”
Who am I and since when do I do dirty talk like this?
I blame Ava. Honky-tonk queen. Barrel racer. Long-legged slayer of men.
Hollowing her cheeks, she takes me a little deeper before slowly— Christ almighty —pulling back, a string of saliva and pre-cum drawing taut between my tip and her mouth.
And then the woman grins . “Supposedly greed is good, isn’t it?”
Without thinking, I ram my hand into her hair and fist it. Ava doesn’t flinch.
Instead, she says, “Condoms. Now.”
I’ve never run so fast in my life. A handful of heartbeats later, I’m tearing open a box of Trojans and tossing a foil packet to Ava.
I climb onto the bed and kneel beside her, holding my dick in my hand. “You want it so bad, you wrap it up.”
“Yes sir.” She peels open the packet.
My breath comes in hot spurts as I watch her pinch the tip of the condom. She rolls it onto my length with tender, short strokes of her hand. My head falls back.
She laughs. “What?”
I blink up at the ceiling. I’m about to die, that’s what.
Gathering the few shreds of self-control I got left, I look down. “On your back. Show me how pretty that pussy is.”
Eyes on mine, Ava falls back onto the small mountain of pillows set up against the headboard. The light from the nearby table lamp catches on her tits, and I notice silvery, barely-there scars on the underside of each.
Before I can ask about them, though, Ava reaches for me, bending her knees so she’s spread wide.
My dick surges. Her pussy is pink. Soft-looking. I wanna sink inside her tight heat so fucking bad that it’s killing me.
Falling onto my elbows, I put my palms on the insides of her thighs and push them a little wider. Looking her in the eye, I lean in and lick her slit, flattening my tongue against her. She arches her back when I press my tongue against her clit. I tease her there, moving with the kind of slow patience she showed me when I was in her mouth.
“Sawyer,” she breathes, rolling her hips against my mouth. “You’re good at this.” She digs her fingers into my hair, tugging my head a little higher. “I like it there. Right— yes , cowboy, there .”
The pressure in my core spikes. I like how she guides me. Tells me what she wants.
I maintain eye contact as I eat her out. I suck on her clit. Dip my tongue inside her. When her thighs begin to tremble, I wet my thumb with her moisture, then reach up to slather it on her nipple.
I pull back.
“Sawyer, please, don’t stop. I’m close?—”
“Here’s the deal, pretty girl,” I growl. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. Greedy as you are, I know you want me to fill you up with my dick first. You want that, don’t you?”
Her eyebrows curve upward, like she’s in pain. “Yeah.”
“Say it. Exactly what you want.”
“Sawyer—”
“Fucking say it, Ava.”
Her eyes flash. “I want you. All of you. That gorgeous dick—give it to me. Right now.”
“There she is.” I smile. “My greedy girl.”
I climb over her and suck that nipple into my mouth. She gasps, hands finding my shoulders, knees finding my hips. Her finger traces the line of Roman numerals I have tattooed on my left pectoral, back and forth, back and forth.
Planting my elbows on either side of her head, I kiss her lips, opening them with my tongue. She lets me in easily, kissing me back with a messy fervor that makes my blood riot.
Her hands move over my shoulders and onto my back. She digs her nails into my skin, trailing them over my shoulder blades.
I bite her lip. She reaches for my dick. I yank up my hips, staying out of reach.
“You said you wanted to ride,” I pant into her mouth, “so you’re gonna ride.”
Shaping her waist with my hands, I roll over onto my back and bring her with me. She half gasps, half laughs as she adjusts to the new position, her knees straddling my hips. Her hair is everywhere, and she uses her hand to pull it back from her face.
“Show me how good you can sit on my dick.” I hold her by the hips, my grip firm. “Bet you can’t take all of me.”
Ava arches a brow as she pushes up on her knees. “That a challenge, cowboy?”
“Fuck yeah it’s a challenge.” I squeeze her tit. She’s fucking gorgeous from this angle, hair a mess. Thighs flexed. Eyes on fucking fire. “You take all of me, and I’ll let you swallow my cum. Deal?”
Seriously, where is this shit coming from? I’d never have the courage to be so filthy and so … open, I guess, with anyone else.
Only Ava. I feel at ease with her in a way I haven’t in forever. Maybe because I know I’ll never see her again? There’s no pressure to be anything other than myself.
Doesn’t hurt that she makes me feel sexy. Alive. Wanted.
She makes me feel like I’m easy to want. To like. It’s a nice change of pace from feeling like a burden all the damn time.
Everything about this has been easy. Dancing with her, talking with her. Having fun with her.
Why don’t girls like Ava exist in Hartsville?
Or maybe just a different version of me exists here in Austin, and the better question is: why am I not like this more often at home?
Because I have a kid I love more than life itself . And that kind of love comes with responsibility.
Hard to be fun, to have any kind of freedom, when you’re a parent. Much less a single parent.
But I’m not going to think about that right now. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this tiny bit of freedom I do have.
“Deal,” Ava says, wrapping her hand around my dick. She puts the other on my chest, flattening her palm so that her first finger brushes my nipple. A bolt of lust cracks down my middle.
“Fuck, Ava.” My voice shakes. “Get. On. My. Dick.”
She brushes my nipple again. “No one wants that more than I do.”
My fingers flex on her hips as she lines me up at her entrance. The breath leaves my lungs at the hot press of her pussy on my head. Even through the condom, she feels silky soft. So tight that I have to grit my teeth.
I watch her face as she sinks a little lower. A groove appears between her eyebrows, deepening the further she sinks.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she pants, biting her lip. “You’re a lot.”
“Too much?” I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her up.
“No.” She shakes her head, her hair falling over her shoulder onto her chest as she closes her eyes. “Just give me a minute.”
“You got it, pretty girl.” I grab the hand she has on my chest and twine our fingers. “Press back on my hand. I’ll hold you up as long as you need.”
She nods again, her fingers curling around mine as she does as I told her and leans her weight into my hand. I wait, sweat prickling along my scalp and spine. I can’t breathe.
I don’t say that being an inch inside her, maybe less, has me seeing stars.
I don’t say that I’m dying to yank her down so I’m sunk to the hilt inside her.
I don’t say a fucking thing. I just watch her and wait. Heart drumming all the while.
She sinks a little lower, her breath catching. She opens her eyes, and they lock on mine.
I’m hit by the idea that she’s looking for something. Comfort. Encouragement.
Safety.
My body responds before my brain does. I swipe my thumb across the back of her hand, same way she touched me. Ordinarily I’d shy away from being so openly affectionate, but I’m able to do it now because I’m not worried about scaring her off. After tonight, we’ll never see each other again. Might as well leave nothing on the table.
It’s a small gesture. But her green eyes still soften. She sinks a little lower so that I’m most of the way inside her, the tight grip of her pussy on me unreal.
So Ava likes the dirty talk and the gentle caresses. The vicious neck bites and the sweet, simple way our fingers are tangled.
She’s hungry for it all, and that makes me feel at home—at peace—with my own hunger. Like I’m not some deviant for wanting her the way I do. For saying the things I’m saying.
Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling.
I could get addicted to Ava.