Chapter 29 Violet
VIOLET
This is so much bolder than I usually feel, but something about this moment makes me brave enough to do it.
It helps that Sawyer curses under his breath, his cock immediately twitching under the denim of his jeans.
A thrill runs through me to see it. It’s exhilarating, having this effect on him, and I love it.
He’s such a hot, strong man, and he could probably have anyone he wanted.
But he’s here, making it really clear that he wants me.
I’m still turned on from being fingered by him, and I want more. I want to make him feel just as good as he made me feel.
So I undo his pants, unzipping them and reaching inside to feel the pulsing heat of his cock. There’s already a damp patch in his boxers, more proof of just how turned on he is right now.
“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah, I am. So… tell me what you want me to do?”
He swallows hard and looks down at me. “You’re such a fucking good girl. Touch me. Over my boxers to start.”
I obey, stroking the hard, hot line of his cock through the fabric. I let my fingers map the shape of it, and my pussy remembers the feeling of his cock inside me. It feels so much bigger in my hand now.
I find the head of him, rubbing the tip in slow circles, feeling the seeping wetness, sticky and warm.
Sawyer hisses out a breath, his hips bucking up. “Goddamn. Okay, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up. Take it out. I wanna feel you with nothing in the way.”
My heart pounds as I do. I pull him free of his boxers and wrap my hand around his shaft.
“Good girl,” Sawyer praises.
Andrew was never one to like it quick and dirty, so I didn’t give him a lot of hand jobs. I never really took the time to explore his cock or get to know what it felt like on this level.
But with Sawyer so exposed and willing, I have the chance now, and I seize it.
I stroke him slowly from base to tip, getting used to the firmness and weight of his cock in my hand. Gently, I trace a finger around the piercings in the tip, and Sawyer hisses a breath through his teeth.
“Sensitive?” I ask him.
He nods. “Yeah. Even more so when it’s you doing the touching.”
That makes me blush, and I look up to see that the windows have gotten all foggy from our heated breaths. “What do you want me to do?” I ask again.
Sawyer looks down with heat in his eyes. “Spit on it,” he tells me.
I’ve never done anything like that before, but the boldness is still in me, and I want to make him feel good. So I do, spitting on his cock and feeling my body react to it at the same time his cock twitches in my hand.
He groans, hips shifting.
“Fuck yes.”
I could wait for him to tell me what else he wants… but there’s something I want to do too. I have to lean over more, but I manage, dipping down low so I can take the head of him into my mouth.
“Oh shit.” His voice goes even lower and slightly strained. “You don’t have to—”
Before he can even finish that sentence, I take more of him in my mouth, sliding down lower and then a bit more. His words dry up and I can feel the tension in him. The way he fights not to buck up and bury his cock in my throat.
I’m grateful in the moment, but a part of me wants to know what it would feel like too.
“Fuck. Fuck, Peaches, your fucking mouth. Fuck, you feel so good.”
That just spurs me on, and I work to take him deeper, using my hand to cover the parts of his shaft that I can’t take.
Slowly, I suck my way up, getting used to the way his cock feels on my tongue. The warm metal of his piercings feels strange at first, but I map those out too, letting my tongue slide over the places where the bars disappear into his skin.
Sawyer doesn’t hold back his noises, or his praise.
“How are you so good?” he asks. “How are you this fucking sexy? You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?
Shit. You have no idea how good you look either, I bet.
Fucking perfect. Fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around my cock.
Like you belong here, with my cock buried in your sweet mouth. ”
Everything he says just gives me more confidence.
I start bobbing my head, trying to take a little more each time I work my way down.
His cock leaks a salty drip of precum on my tongue, and I swallow it down, pulling off every now and then to catch my breath before diving back in to give him even more.
He starts to get more and more into it. One large hand comes up to palm the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He doesn’t force me down or hold me in place, but he does rock his hips up, meeting me halfway as I move up and down.
Having him anchoring himself to me like that just makes it feel even better, and I really start to go for it. I let the saliva that gathers in my mouth slip past my lips, sliding down to coat his cock, making the blow job messy and slick.
Sawyer’s groans and gasps of pleasure are the best soundtrack to this, adding to wet sucking noises that I can’t help but make as I try to make him feel so good.
Just as I’m really getting into it, there’s a knock on the window of the truck.
My heart stutters in my chest, and I freeze halfway down Sawyer’s cock. Sawyer freezes as well, and my head is filled with the mental image of the cops pulling over to check on us and finding me sucking dick from the passenger seat.
There’s another knock, and then a familiar voice calls out Sawyer’s name.
Andrew.
Better than the cops, but still not exactly what I want to hear right now.
I pull off Sawyer’s cock, licking my lips, and he shoots me a look before he unrolls the window a little. It’s a good thing they’re so foggy because Andrew can only see through the top. I keep my head down, so I’m hidden.
“What’s up?” Sawyer asks. I can still hear the strain in his voice, but he sounds normal enough that hopefully Andrew can’t pick up on it.
“I saw your truck and wanted to make sure you were good,” Andrew replies. “Did you get stuck?”
“Nah, I was on my way back into town and visibility was shit, so I pulled over until the storm passes.”
“Oh. Smart. But I guess your truck probably has all-wheel drive, right? So you wouldn’t have gotten stuck.”
Something impulsive strikes me then, and I give in to the urge to let it win. I’ve never done anything like this before, but so far this has been a week of firsts. And there’s no reason not to indulge.
So I put my mouth back on Sawyer’s cock, taking him down as much as I can.
I can feel it all through his body when he tenses, and he turns his sudden low groan into a cough at the last minute.
“You okay?” Andrew asks.
“Yeah. Just this dry air, you know. Uh, what were you saying?”
“What did you go out of town for?”
I drag my tongue up and down the underside of Sawyer’s cock, and he fists his hand in my hair tightly, body going rigid.
“Uh—Violet.”
“What about her?”
“She, uh… she wanted some Christmas decorations, so I went to pick some up for her.”
It’s flattering that he’s having such a hard time getting his thoughts out just because of what I’m doing to him.
But of course, Andrew can’t let it go.
“Violet never decorates for Christmas. I don’t know why that would have changed this year. It’s like she never bothers to make the effort.”
“Couldn’t tell you. She just asked us to help this year,” Sawyer says.
I suck my way up his cock, swirling my tongue around the head of him to tease. My scalp tingles pleasantly as he grips my hair tighter, showing how close he is just from that.
“Listen, about Violet,” Andrew is saying, but Sawyer is done.
“Look, I need to, uh, get back on the road in a bit, and I need to make a phone call first. Work stuff. So I’ll see you later.”
“But—”
“Bye, Andrew,” Sawyer says firmly. He rolls the window back up and I keep going.
I can practically taste how close he is, and the power I have over him is going right to my head.
This is so naughty and illicit, and while Andrew is annoying, something about doing this right under my ex’s nose just makes it even better.
Andrew leaves, and Sawyer lets out a string of curses.
“Fucking minx,” he pants. “You’re so fucking hot. Goddamn, I’m close.” He holds on to the back of my head and thrusts up, hitting the back of my throat. I nearly gag, but manage to swallow through it, breathing shallowly as he comes hard.
“Fucking perfect little slut. You couldn’t even—fuck—you couldn’t even wait until he was gone to get my cock back in your mouth, could you? Fucking desperate for it. Well take it, baby. Swallow my cum.”
I do it, swallowing as the spurts of salty release hit the back of my throat. My head feels floaty, and even though it’s been some time since I came, I still have that bone deep feeling of satisfaction.
Probably the aftermath of a job well done.
When I lift my head, Sawyer’s eyes are flashing with heat.
“Who knew you were such a bad girl, Peaches?” he teases. He reaches for me, dragging me into a rough, messy kiss. He must be able to taste himself on my lips, but that doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. His tongue swipes into my mouth, and my insides go molten all over again.
I kiss him back, one hand on his chest, feeling daring and sexy in a way I never have before. I would never have dared to do something like that with Andrew, but with Sawyer and his brothers, it’s getting easier to just let myself have fun.
When we finally part, my heart is still pounding, and I feel breathless. We take a minute to get ourselves put back together, and I watch as Sawyer tucks his softened cock back into his pants.
“About what Andrew said,” he says after a while, and I jerk my eyes up to his face.
“What about it?”
“You don’t decorate for Christmas? You love Christmas.”
I shrug a little, looking out the window at the snow as it falls more slowly now.
There’s a thick blanket on the ground, but the sudden squall seems to be dwindling.
“I just never have the time,” I say. “I have the bakery to run, and I make sure it’s festive there, but…
I don’t know. When I get home, I never have the motivation to put anything up. ”
All of a sudden it’s like the bubble of my bold feeling from before has been popped, leaving me embarrassed and a little sullen. Maybe Andrew is right that I am boring. All I do is work and then come home. I don’t even have the time to get a tree.
“I think you should do it if it brings you joy though,” Sawyer says. “There should be time for things that make you happy.”
“I guess. It just doesn’t feel worth the effort. I don’t have a family or anything, so it would be just for me. And I can see decorations at the bakery or at my parents’ house if I really want to.”
He gives me a look. “Then you have to go to your parents’ house. Look, if you want to do it, there’s no reason not to. Especially this year.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have three able-bodied men very much at your disposal this holiday season.” He grins and shoots me a wink. “So you should use us.”
There’s no way he doesn’t mean to let that be a double entendre, and I blush immediately. My heart flutters in my chest, and it would be easy to tell him that he doesn’t have to go to the trouble. That he and his brothers are already doing me a big favor, so they shouldn’t have to do this as well.
But instead I smile a little and nod. “Yeah, okay. I guess I could put you to work.”
“Good girl,” he says, and gets us back on the road.