Chapter 28 Sawyer
SAWYER
I put my focus back on the road as we keep driving, and I can feel the tension growing in the truck. Outside, fat flakes of snow fall on the road and the windshield of the truck.
Maybe I was too honest just now, but I spoke without thinking.
Violet does that to me sometimes. Something about being around her makes it easy to just let my thoughts spill from my head out of my mouth, without me taking time to consider if I should be saying it or not. It’s just easy to be honest with her.
But it is true, though. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel that tug, that pull to get back on the road, to be moving again.
It could be because I haven’t been home in so long.
Sweetwater Lake will always be the place where I grew up, where my family has its roots.
But there’s probably more to it than that.
I don’t know what it all means, and I’m a little afraid to examine it too closely. So much has shifted in the last few days, and I’m still wrapping my head around all of it. I know it’s the truth though. I’m content where I am right now.
I change lanes to get around a van going at a snail’s pace, shaking my head. “I always forget how people forget how to drive around here as soon as it starts snowing.”
Violet laughs. “At least they’re consistent.”
Feeling comfortable, I reach over and rest a hand on her leg. I can feel the warmth of her skin through her thick leggings, and it just feels… right. To be touching her like this while we head back toward home.
I rub my thumb across her knee, and when she doesn’t complain about that, I let my hand roam a little more.
Violet shifts a bit as I touch her, like she’s trying to keep me from touching certain places. I test the theory, sliding my hand up her thigh, and I’m proved right when she shifts her leg a bit, so my hand ends up on the outside of her leg instead of toward the inner thigh where it started.
“Do you not want me to touch you?” I ask her, getting right to the heart of it.
She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. “That’s not it. I don’t mind if you touch me.”
“High praise,” I tease.
“You know what I mean. I like you touching me.”
“But?”
“But… I don’t know. I just don’t think you should be touching the bits of me that aren’t flattering. You know.” She gestures to her thighs and belly and then looks away, out the window.
My eyes narrow, and I glance over at her quickly. She looks embarrassed, a long way from the sexy glow she had last night when our hands were all over her. It’s interesting how things can change in the daylight.
But I’m not just going to let that stand.
Deliberately, I put my hand between her legs.
“You’ve gotta stop thinking like that, Violet,” I say.
“I thought we showed you last night just how much we like you. All of you.” I cup my hand against her pussy, feeling the heat of it through her clothes.
“Especially this spot right here. It’s perfect.
And so are your thighs. And your belly. And your tits.
Do you have any idea how much focus it’s taking to keep us on the road right now?
It’s hard to think straight when I touch you. ”
She’s quiet for a moment more, and then she looks over at me, licking her lips.
“You mean that.”
It’s not a question, but I nod all the same. “One day, you’re going to have to start believing me when I say it.”
Violet spreads her legs, her face flushing even darker. “Show me?” she whispers.
I grin, my cock twitching in my pants at the access and the request.
“Oh, Peaches, it would be my fucking pleasure.”
The snow is coming down a bit harder now, so I keep one hand on the wheel and one eye on the road, but let my free hand wander up to the waistband of her leggings. Taking advantage of the stretchy material, I slip my hand inside.
Her skin is warm and soft, and when my fingers slip between the folds of her pussy, Violet winces a bit.
“Sore?” I ask. “We really worked you over last night, huh?”
She nods. “I’ve never come that much in my life. I can still feel it.”
“I fucking love that. But I’ll go easy on you right now. Let me make you feel better.”
I use a light touch this time, massaging her clit in slow, almost lazy circles. Violet whimpers, her hips thrusting up. She can’t go far in the seat, but she starts getting wetter and wetter on my fingers.
“Is that helping?” I ask her, grinning.
“Mm, it feels nice. You’re good with your hands.”
“You haven’t seen me at my best yet either.” I wink at her, and she flushes even darker.
There’s something so cute about how she can go from spreading her legs and tempting me to touch her to blushing over a comment like that.
I press two fingers into her carefully, going slow to avoid hurting her more. Judging by the little sighs and moans of pleasure she’s giving off, it must be working.
“Mm, Sawyer,” she moans, and my cock twitches in my pants.
It’s fully hard by now, straining against the clothes keeping it in check, but I’m more focused on Violet and her pleasure than anything else.
“Are you getting close?” I ask. “Are you gonna come for me, right here on the highway?”
Her eyes go a bit wide, like she somehow forgot that we’re in my truck, heading back to Sweetwater Lake.
I laugh, thrusting into her a bit deeper.
“That’s right, pretty girl. There are a hundred other people around us, and anyone could look over and see you looking blissed out because I’ve got my fingers in you. ”
“Sawyer,” she whines, but I’m not fooled.
I can feel her pussy clenching around me, so I know she’s into it.
She whimpers, spreading her legs as far as she can given the constraints of the car seat.
I keep my fingers moving, stroking her over and over, letting her wetness slick the way and make it feel even better.
Her breathing stutters, and the cab of the truck is filled with the sounds that prove she’s about to come undone for me. Her hips shift, trying to get me right where she wants me, but I chuckle, not letting her win that easily.
“Not yet, baby. I’m not ready for you to come just yet. I’m having too much fun playing with your pretty little pussy.”
“Sawyer,” she groans. “You’re being mean.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just trying to make you feel better.”
I can feel the flutters in her pussy as she gets closer to that edge, so I back off, letting my fingers thrust more shallowly, barely giving her what she needs.
Her breathing is jagged and rough, and she glares at me. “Please. I need it, I’m so close.”
“I know. I can feel it. I can feel how much you want it. You think I should give it to you?”
Violet nods intently.
“Mm, let me think about it.”
I go back to my earlier pace, working her up all over again. And then just like before, when she gets too close, I pull away, leaving her panting in frustration.
Watching her squirm is amusing, and my cock is throbbing with approval at the desperate sounds she’s making.
There’s something about doing this in my truck that makes it even hotter, and that makes me want to draw it out even more.
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come. Please let me come for you.”
The ‘for you’ almost bowls me over right then and there. It’s just the two of us here, so she really would be coming just for me.
While this is happening, the snow starts falling harder.
Visibility is low, and I know for a fact that it won’t be safe to drive for much longer.
The exit sign we pass shows that we’ve reached the edge of Sweetwater Lake, and I pull off to the side of the road, not wanting to risk crashing while I work Violet up.
She doesn’t even notice. She’s too busy humping against my hand, trying to get more and more stimulation.
I play with her clit, rubbing it in teasing circles for a while before deciding to finally give her what she so desperately wants.
She grabs on to my forearm, bucking her hips, and I grind my hand against her, pressing fingers back into her pussy, this time not pulling away when I feel her start to come.
“Thank you,” she practically sobs, crying out as she arches and writhes against the seat.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell her, talking her through it. “Let me see how fucking pretty you are when you’re falling apart.”
She clenches hard, riding out the waves of pleasure that seem to keep dragging her under. Her breathing is ragged, and she looks so fucking beautiful, all flushed and sated in the passenger seat.
It takes her a few minutes to come back to herself, and she lets me go to push her hair back out of her face.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs. “I was wondering if I was going to be able to come again so quickly after everything that happened last night. Glad to see it’s not an issue.”
“Me too,” I say, grinning at her.
Violet blinks and then looks around, apparently just now realizing that we’re not on the road anymore. “You pulled over.”
“Yeah. Snow was falling too hard and the visibility was getting to be shit.” I slant a teasing look at her. “Didn’t help that I was definitely a little distracted.”
She laughs breathlessly, that charming blush on her cheeks. “I guess I should praise you for being a responsible driver then.” She looks down at where my pants are visibly tented over my throbbing cock and bites her lip. “You got turned on from that?”
“Of course I did. How could I not when you looked and sounded so damned good?”
The look she gives me is shy but determined. “I could, um… I mean, you didn’t come yet.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t about that. I just wanted to take care of you, and I enjoyed the hell out of making you come. I’m satisfied enough.”
Her eyes flash up to my face and then she grins, leaning over toward my side of the truck. I shiver when her hand slides up my thigh and toward the button of my jeans. My blood heats just from that light touch, my cock already responding.
“What are you doing?”
“I think I’d enjoy the hell out of making you come too. To borrow your phrasing.”