8. Sawyer
CHAPTER 8
Sawyer
PUBLIC INDECENCY
I’m wrapping Ava in a towel when she spots the speaker on the vanity beside the sink.
Her eyes light up. “Perfect! Here, lemme get my phone and I’ll put something on. Any requests?”
“Surprise me.” I grab a towel and dry myself off before knotting it at my waist.
Ava ducks into the bedroom, clutching her towel to her chest. I glance in the mirror above the sink and blink at my reflection.
Something’s different. My eyes, maybe? My hair is a fucking disaster, but that’s nothing new. I’ve always had too much of it, a thick mop that Mom used to love ruffling with her fingers when I was little.
My handsome boy , she’d say.
Even now, almost thirteen years after she passed in a car accident, I feel that sense of love, of being cherished, that her touch provided.
And even now, the memory of it makes my chest cramp.
I blink again, refocusing on the mirror.
I don’t look exhausted. That is what’s different. The perpetual circles under my eyes have magically disappeared. My skin is flushed. Eyes bright.
I look—feel—like a whole new person.
Ava reemerges, phone in her hand. Her towel is nowhere to be seen.
“What?” Her lips twitch as she scrolls.
Reaching for her, I grab her hip with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. Heaviness gathers between my legs, my dick beginning to perk up again. “Don’t ‘what’ me, pretty girl. You’re a naked person, aren’t you?”
“A naked person?” She hits a button on the little speaker, and a beat later a Thomas Rhett song fills the bathroom.
“You’d walk around naked all the time if you could.”
“Wild, remember?”
Turning up the volume, she drops her phone on the vanity and drapes her arms around my neck. She turns a little so her body melts into mine, tits pressed into my chest. I circle her waist with my own arms, my fingertips marveling at how smooth and soft her skin is.
“Lemme guess. You’re not a naked person, even with this ridiculous body.”
“I’m not.” I debate telling her why I’m not: because I’ve been a dad for what feels like forever. I don’t remember a time when I could stride bare-assed through my house without worrying I’d scar my daughter for life.
But then Ava is untying the knot at my waist. The towel falls to the floor. My thickening cock meets with her belly as she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to my ear.
“Lemme rub off on you, then?”
I nearly bite off my own tongue when she nips at my lobe, sending a full-body shiver through me. “I like a rub.”
“Who doesn’t?” She grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s dance.”
I feel more than a little awkward as I let her lead me out of the bathroom. When I see that she wants to go out into the living room, I dig my heels in.
“Oh, no no no,” I say. “Those windows—let me at least draw the curtains?—”
“Don’t you dare.” Glancing over her shoulder, she smirks. “Like you said, we’re hot as fuck. Let them see. Better yet, let them watch.”
“Watch what?”
She cocks a brow. “The show we’re about to put on.”
Then she gives my arm a hard tug, and together we stumble into the middle of the living area. The inky-black darkness fills the windows; no doubt the people below could see everything if they looked up.
You wouldn’t know it by the way Ava begins to dance. She throws up her arms and bites her lips and moves, hips carving slow, deep circles in time to the music.
A rush of blood sends my dick full salute. I never recover this quickly.
I also never have naked girls dancing in my living room.
Her hair is still in a clip, allowing me a glimpse of her long, lean neck. I’m gripped by the very real urge to wrap my hand around her nape and hold her still while I pump into her.
She twines her arms above her head. Turning, she beckons me to join her, her eyes pure liquid fire as she crooks a finger.
The music plays. My blood runs hot. I’m already leaking everywhere, the drip of my pre-cum hot on my skin. Being around a free spirit like Ava is medicine I didn’t know I needed.
Fuck it.
Turning to the table by the door, I rip open the pack of cigarettes and tuck one behind my ear. Toss a handful of condoms onto the nearby couch.
Then I pop open the second bottle of champagne. This time, I don’t bother with cups. I take a thirsty swig, wiping my chin as I watch Ava sway her hips, her tits impossibly full and soft and beautiful as they sway with her.
I take another sip of champagne. Feeling the beginnings of a renewed buzz in my knees, I stride into the center of the room, curl an arm around her waist, and start to dance with her.
I close my eyes, and I move like I’m not dancing buck naked in a life-sized fishbowl.
The deep, throaty sound of her laughter fills my ears. I slip a leg between hers, my skin feeling two sizes too tight as she grinds against me, this steady, athletic roll of her hips that has me grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a hard, rough kiss.
Who the fuck am I ? I wonder, opening my eyes. Was this unhinged exhibitionist inside me this whole time? Or did Ava bring him to life?
She laughs into the kiss, pulling back to nod at the bottle. “I’ll take some of that, please.” Then she opens her mouth and tilts back her head.
Goddamn this girl is fun.
I pour into her mouth, trying to be careful. But it still spills everywhere, and she cups her hand underneath her chin in a futile effort to catch it.
“Aw, pretty girl, I thought you were better at swallowing than that,” I say, laughing.
“How ’bout you show me how good you are at swallowing? On your knees, Sawyer.” She puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down.
The carpet bites into my kneecaps. Not like I give a shit. Not when Ava is grinning down at me, using her fingers to tip back my chin. She holds up the bottle and pours champagne into my waiting mouth.
Again, it goes everywhere. All over my face. My chest. Her belly.
Again, I laugh, feeling stupid happy as I grab her by the hips and yank her to me, pressing a scruffy kiss to her stomach. She seizes with laughter, clearly ticklish, bending at the waist as her free hand finds my head.
My dick throbs as I kiss my way to her pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a blinking red light move across the nearby window. An airplane, maybe, or a helicopter.
The idea that we might actually be watched is … really fucking hot.
“You wanna give ’em a show?” I look up at her and use my hand to guide her thighs apart. “Let’s give ’em a show.”
The last thing I see before I lick into her slit is Ava bringing the bottle to her lips, her eyes alive with laughter. Her breath catches when I flick her clit with my tongue again and again.
Zach Top comes on next.
Because of fucking course Ava is a Zach Top fan. He’s only my most played artist on Spotify. As a fan of ’90s country, I love his throwback vibe to the days of classic George Strait and Tim McGraw.
Can’t help it. I stand up. I grab the bottle from her and take a long, thirsty pull. I set it down, and then I roughly spin her around and bend her over the back of the nearby couch. Leaning in, I gently bite her right ass cheek. She yelps, the sound morphing into laughter when I move to the other cheek.
“I been wantin’ to do that all night,” I say, using my knee to spread her legs apart. “You got the sweetest little ass, Ava.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her lips twitching. “Yours isn’t so bad either.”
My balls are in agony.
I give her ass a soft smack. “You noticed.”
“You were shaking the thing all over the damn place.”
I grin, reaching between her legs. “Course I was. You were there.”
“What does”—she shudders when I nudge her entrance with my middle fingertip—“that mean?”
Means you make me wild too.
We both make a noise when I press my finger deeper and find her slickness. I press deeper still, stretching her to make room for me. She goes up on her toes as my heart thunders in my chest.
“There she is,” I breathe, gathering her arousal on my finger. Then I gently paint her pussy with it. I circle her clit, getting her nice and wet. At the same time, I run my hand up the furrow of her spine. I curl my fingers around her nape and press her face into the cushions, spreading her pussy wider around my fingers.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I grunt. “Open for me.”
I dip my finger back inside her. She’s wet enough now that I slip another finger in beside it. She moans, rocking her hips so that she guides my fingers deeper. I slip them in and out, in and out, getting her soaked all over again.
“Perfect pussy. Perfect ass. Perfect tits. God, if I had more time, I’d fuck you everywhere.” I give her nape a squeeze. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She moans in reply, nodding her head. “Yeah.”
“Gimme a condom.”
Wordlessly she grabs a foil packet from the sofa and holds it up to me. I know you’re not supposed to open these things with your teeth, but this girl’s clearly enjoying me fucking her with my fingers.
Case in point, she cries out when I pull away to roll the condom on.
“Greedy,” I say with a chuckle. “How deep you gonna take me this time, huh?”
She’s grabbing at me, hand finding my waist. “Hurry. Please. Sawyer, I can’t—don’t make me wait?—”
“Aw, baby, you’ll wait as long as I please.” I tap her ass with my latex-covered dick. “You been teasin’ me all night. Now you know how it feels.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re begging.”
Lifting her chest off the cushions, she gives me one of those hot looks over her shoulder. “I will.”
“Tell me.” I guide my tip through her swollen slit, back to front. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Ava digs her teeth into her bottom lip. “So fucking bad, Sawyer. Please. I’m dying.”
I press myself against her clit. Her legs shake. I’m learning it’s her tell.
“Aw, baby, look how close I already got you. Want me to make you come?”
Her eyebrows curve upward, like she’s in pain. “My God, yes .”
“You gonna let me feel it? You squeezing my dick so hard that I see stars?”
“Yeah.” The word is half breath, half moan.
I flick my head over her clit again, and again, and again. “I want all of you, pretty girl. Don’t fucking play with me.”
“ Sawyer. ” She grabs on to the cushion. “I’m so close. So, so close. Please ?—”
“Stop it.” I grit my teeth. I’m not even inside her, and I already can feel how hot and soft she is through the condom as I circle her clit with my tip. “Stop it and come. Right now, Ava.”
Her back arches, the muscles in her legs drawing taut as she pushes up on her toes again and comes.
“Sawyer. Sawyer. Oh, please, God, this—I can’t— Sawyer .”
The way she chants my name—how she reaches behind to grab on to me—the feral way her nails dig into my side?—
I fucking can’t.
I can’t take it.
My hand shakes as I notch myself at her entrance and push inside her while she’s still coming.
“Oh, fuck.” My voice—that shakes too as I grab on to her shoulder and pull back, thrust. Pull back again. “Fuck me, pretty girl, you feel like heaven. Fuck. Keep coming.”
“More,” she manages. “Deeper. Go. Fast, please?—”
I cut her off as I impale her on an especially vicious, hard thrust. Her pussy grips me like a vise, making my balls contract. I feel unhinged as I thrust again, just as hard and deep, our bodies making a lewd slapping noise.
Ava rewards me with a happy shout. “ Yes. ”
“You like that, me balls deep.” I pound into her. “You like that so much, I can tell. Such a greedy fucking girl.”
But I’m the one who’s greedy. I want more. I want to see her face while I fuck her. Watch her eyes go all hot and hazy as her body melts.
It takes Olympic-level effort not to blow my load while I wait for Ava’s orgasm to subside. But somehow I manage to do it, and then I’m looping an arm around her middle and pulling her upright.
Her back is to my front. I’m holding her up so I’m able to still be inside her. For a second I just hold her like that, marveling at how deep and full the angle feels.
Her chest rises and falls in a rapid beat. Her clip is gone, and her hair hangs in disheveled waves over her shoulders and back.
I reach around and cup her breast, thumbing her nipple just how she likes.
“Oh,” she breathes, her fingers finding the hair at the nape of my neck just how I like. “So good, Sawyer. This feels so good.”
She’s practically boneless as I pull out of her and spin her around. Kissing her mouth, I back her toward the wall of windows on the far side of the room.
“Arms around my neck, pretty girl. I need you to hold on to me. Think you can do that?”
Pulling away, she meets my eyes and nods. “Yeah. Wait, are you gonna—I’m not light?—”
“I got you.” I glide a hand down to her thigh. “Arms around my neck, Ava. Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Or what?” Her lips twitch. “You gonna spank me again? ’Cause I liked that.”
I stare at her mouth. “Now who’s the evil one?”
“You’re rubbing off on me too, I guess.”
I lift her leg so that her knee is notched at my hip. “When I lift you, wrap your legs around my waist. Then I want you to put me inside you.”
Ava glances over her shoulder at the windows. “You’re taking this put-on-a-show thing pretty seriously, huh?”
“I take everything seriously.” Grabbing her other leg, I guide it to my hip. “Ready?”
She tightens her arms around my neck. “Ready.”
Curling my palms around the backs of her thighs, I lift her up. At the same time, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her back against the windows. Wordlessly she reaches between us to grab my dick, lifting her hips a little so she can put me back inside her.
“Look at that teamwork,” I pant as I sink to the hilt.
Her features soften. Ava looks good when she’s satisfied. All swollen lips and pink cheeks and happy eyes.
“Look at this show,” she replies. “They’re gonna see everything.”
“They’re gonna be jealous.”
Ava smiles. “Future me is jealous. Hard to come by this kind of sex.”
“No shit.” I begin to thrust.
“You don’t mind it?” she pants. “Me being … like this?”
I grunt. “Like what?”
“The opposite of ladylike. The opposite of good.”
How could this be anything other than good?
How can you be anything other than perfect, just as you are?
“Fuck good,” I manage. “Good is boring. You’re better. So much better than that.”
She rolls her hips in time to mine, creating exactly the kind of friction I need. “Can we pretend like tonight’s gonna last forever?”
Something about her voice makes my heart twist. There’s tenderness in the question. Vulnerability. Like thinking about tomorrow hurts her.
I get that.
“Just as long as you don’t expect me to last forever.” I lean in to nip at her neck. “You feel too fuckin’ perfect.”
She laughs, burying her face in my neck. “Go, Sawyer.”
I do. I fuck her every way I can think of. First I have her crying out against the windows. Then we’re on the floor. On the couch. She’s sitting on my dick while I’m sitting in a chair, her tits in my hands.
I have no idea how I last that long. The condom, maybe? Whatever the case, by the time I come I feel like I’ve pulled every muscle in my body. The release is brutal in its intensity, brutal and blinding, and I find myself smiling when Ava, who’s still on my lap, plucks the cigarette from behind my ear.
“You might need this more than I do.”
I can’t catch my breath. Pinching her nipple, I smile. “Forgot. About that.”
“You gotta have a balcony, right?” She glances around.
I nod. “Off the bedroom. Chilly out, though. Lemme grab us some robes.”
Ava pauses, her green eyes searching my face. “You’re—well, you’re not sweet.”
“Thanks?” I laugh.
She shakes her head. “I don’t like sweet. Sweet is fake. What I’m trying to say is, you’re really thoughtful. You’re genuinely, deeply kind.”
“You’re genuinely, deeply good at compliments.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “I like that.”
I like you.
I help Ava into one of the hotel’s plush terry-cloth robes. I put one on too, and then I rummage around the suite until I find a box of matches.
The view from the balcony is stunning. Sliding the door closed behind us, I fall into the metal chair that’s tucked into the corner and pull Ava onto my lap.
“Gimme that.” I reach for the cigarette in her hand, but she shakes her head. Instead, she carefully places it between my lips, her thumb trailing through my scruff when she pulls away.
My dick twitches. Jesus, at this rate, I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. How many times can I fuck this girl before my legs give out?
I light the cigarette and take a deep, and deeply satisfied, inhale. Wyatt’s the smoker in our family, but I’ll occasionally bum a Marlboro or two when I’m especially tired or stressed.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Holding the cigarette between my first two fingers, I offer it to Ava.
She takes it, looking like a golden-age Hollywood siren when she takes a slow, unhurried drag. The cherry burns a bright shade of crimson, the earthy smell of tobacco filling the air.
“Really good,” she says, passing it back to me. “Can’t remember the last time I smoked.”
Holding the cigarette between my thumb and forefinger, I bring it to my lips. “When was the last time you came that hard?”
Grinning, she curls an arm around my neck and tucks her fingers into my robe, running her fingertips over my collarbone. “Can’t remember that either.”
“What do you think makes up chemistry? Like, why does it exist between some people and not others?”
The question comes out of nowhere. Or maybe it’s been simmering in the back of my mind since Ava and I collided on that dance floor back at the Blue Stallion.
Whatever the case, I’m dying to know what she thinks.
Lifting the cigarette out of my fingers, Ava brings it to her mouth and takes a thoughtful inhale. “There’s physical attraction, which is a big part of it. But chemistry goes beyond that, right? I think it’s about connection.” She wiggles her ass, pressing it into my lap. “You can be attracted to someone, but you can only really feel them when they turn your mind on too.”
Of course she’d have a thoughtful answer to my random question. This , I want to tell her. This is chemistry. Being understood. Being able to talk without worrying about being judged for who you really are and what you really want.
“Yeah,” I say instead. “Maybe that’s why it’s so rare.”
She holds out the cigarette to me. “But when it hits, it hits .”
“Ain’t that the truth?” My head buzzes as I suck down the last of the Parliament. “I value sleep above all else. Like, sleep is my happy place. Except right now.” The smoke swirls between us as I meet her eyes. “I don’t wanna waste a minute sleeping tonight.”
Ava bites her lip. “Let’s have another cigarette, then. Just because we can.”
* * *
We fuck again in the bed. This time does Ava in, and she nods off after I clean us up.
Much as I wish I could say I stayed awake, I don’t. But before I pass out, I call room service and order some breakfast to be delivered in the morning. The longer I can keep Ava here, the better.
Then I give her shirt a quick soak in the sink. When I’m satisfied the stain and the smell are gone, I hang it up to dry with a hanger I hook on the doorknob.
I climb into bed and pull Ava against me. She sighs, reaching up to touch my nape.
I drift off with her fingers in my hair, her body curled up against mine.