Chapter 22
Autumn
“ A utumn, let me take you to bed.” His gravelly voice vibrates through the table and goes straight to my chest. I have been aching to hear him say it for weeks. I press my thighs together, willing the fireworks in my vagina not to explode and make a show of themselves.
“Let’s go, but first, I want to shower, and you’re going to come with me.” I extend my hand out for his, and he takes it, his warm, calloused hand swallowing mine. It’s more like holding a bear paw than a hand. Sawyer is so large and manly, but there is something fragile about him, too. We had such an intense conversation tonight, but it felt so normal, so natural.
This is not a standard first date, but nothing about us, how we met, or how we’ve interacted has been standard either. Can we really class this as a first date? The lines are blurry. If you count him turning up at the park, then at the grocery store, then arriving unannounced at my house, then at Edith's, then unannounced everywhere else his stupidly sexy face has popped up, then this would technically be date… five, six, seven?
I know that this won’t go anywhere because I can never let myself, but I feel safe in his presence. I want to be so fucking ruined by this man. The need is so strong to have fun, be dominated, manhandled, and fucked so hard that my eyes roll into the back of my skull.
We reach the bedroom, and without saying anything, I peel my t-shirt off over my head and stand to face him in my bra and shorts.
“Fuck, Autumn. Look at you. You are so perfect.” His words of praise hit me straight between the legs.
“Shorts,” he barks.
“You want me to take them off too?” I ask coyly, biting my lip.
“Fucking do it. Now.”
I turn away from him, unbutton my shorts, and slide them down over my hips. Bending at the waist, I shimmy them down my legs so Sawyer gets the perfect view of my ass. It’s my best feature. I must use it to my advantage sometimes.
"Holy shit, you look so good bent over in front of me. I am going to enjoy taking what is mine.” Sawyer lets out a low whistle.
Mine. There is that word again.
He walks up behind me and presses his hardness into me through the fabric of his jeans, then steps away and slaps my ass. The noise echoes throughout the bedroom. Takes his shirt off and tossing it aside. Sawyer’s arms flex under his white t-shirt as he shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. I completely ignore him, walk into the bathroom, and turn the shower on.
“Autumn, you better get back here,” he yells through the door.
“No, I told you that I want to shower first.” I laugh. Feeling bold, I take my lingerie off so I am completely naked. I walk back through the bedroom, thighs jiggling as I walk. Sawyer is lying on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head. I swear his mouth pops open and closed about four times, acting like a goldfish would when fresh out of water.
“You seriously didn’t walk in here naked. Don’t make me chase you.” He groans and rubs his hand over his face.
“I did. I needed to get my robe.” I pop my ass out as I reach for the robe on the hook of my bedroom door.
Then he is up on his feet, chasing me across the bedroom before picking me up and lifting me over his shoulder.
“Such a fucking tease, Sugar. You’re going to pay for that.” He turns his head and sinks his teeth into my thigh, then slaps my ass again. This time hard enough to sting. I let out a moan.
What the fuck. Nothing is light about me, but he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He walks with me over his shoulder into the bathroom, lowers me to the floor, and then pushes us both into the shower, him still fully clothed.
“Sawyer, you dick. Take your clothes off!” I am laughing now.
“Autumn shut your beautiful mouth.” He drops to his knees in front of me and covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh god. Fuckkkk.” I moan. He pulls his head from between my legs long enough to look up and say, “No, Sugar, not god.” He pulls one side of his mouth up into a small grin, then latches his lips to my clit. Sucking until I scream. I reach down to hold his head in place. With him on his knees in front of me, Sawyer acts as if eating my pussy is all that’s keeping him alive.
“Sawyer, please. Please, fuck me.”
“No, Sugar, I want you to come for me,” he replies, sliding one finger inside me, then another. “You are so fucking tight, Autumn. You feel so good on my fingers.” Dropping his mouth back to my clit, Sawyer expertly licks and sucks me as he fucks me with his fingers. I steady myself on the shower wall because my knees start to tremble.
“That’s it, Sugar. Come for me.”
So, I do. I come undone at the seams. With my hands on his shoulders and one of his hands on my ass, grinding his face into me, I scream his name. He fucking told me I would, and I did.
“SAWYER,” I yell through my orgasm. He doesn’t back away and continues eating me and finger fucking me while I buck like a bronco.
My soul has left the damn building.
Sawyer is on his feet, and his soaking-wet clothes are off before I can even blink. We are both dripping wet, and for me, that’s not solely because I am in the shower. Holy fuck. He is beautiful. I let my eyes trail over his body. His broad chest heaves with each breath he takes. The skin on Sawyer's chest is absolutely covered in tattoos, framed by his equally tattooed, veiny arms and hands. He is so muscular. You can tell this man does a physical job. He is rough, hard, and huge. I lower my eyes to his legs. The sight of him naked and wet is too much to handle. His thighs resemble tree trunks, and it makes my mouth water. I imagine running my hands over them as his cock is in my mouth. I am a grown ass woman, and I have never sucked a dick before, but I want to change that right now. I want to suck him right into my mouth until my eyes start to water and my jaw aches. Sawyer’s cock is gorgeous. Thick and delicious, exactly like the rest of him. I can’t look away. He probably thinks that I’ve never seen a naked man because the way I’m looking at him can only be described as wonderment. He is delectable.
“Holy shit Mr. Green, look at you,” I pant, water running over our bodies.
“Call me Mr. Green again. It sounds so sexy coming from that pretty mouth.”
“Mr. Green, are you going to fuck me now?” I say in a breathy moan.
“Baby, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you were on your knees in front of me.” I can’t help but laugh. How we got from there to here, I will never know, but my body is vibrating. When he touches me, I can feel it everywhere. His touch prickles over my skin. Lowering his head down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I gasp as he drags his teeth over my pebbled skin. For the first time since he arrived at my house, we kiss. The kiss is so deep and devoted, and he takes my breath away. The passion in this kiss makes me feel as if this is the last thing he will ever do.
“You are so soft, Autumn. Your lips, your pretty tits, that sexy stomach,” he says as he grabs handfuls of me. I have never felt more confident in the presence of a man. His words and his touch make me feel comparable to a complete goddess. As if he can read my mind, he says
“You are a fucking Queen, and I am going to take my time exploring every inch of you, Sugar. Put your arms around my neck.”
Without much hesitation, I do as he says while he lifts me. My legs instinctually wrapping around his waist. His hardness the perfect contrast to my softness. Sawyer slams me into the wall of the shower, the chill of the tiles making me squirm. I attempt to hiss out from the cold against my skin, but he claims my mouth again, swallowing down my protest. We are both moaning, and I grind my pussy into his abdomen. With water running over our bodies, he puts me down in the hot shower and brushes the hair away that is stuck all over my face and neck.
“Are you safe?” he says as he looks at me very seriously.
“Yes. I’m clean, and I have an IUD. I do have condoms in my drawer, though.” Knowing exactly what he is asking of me.
“I’m glad that you’re safe, but if I said I wasn’t pissed at the thought of another man touching you, I’d be lying.”
“Oh, stop waving your dick around, Sawyer. I bought them in case things went, well, like this.” I gesture between us. “I told you that I haven’t even kissed or had sex with someone for five years.” He chuckles at me. I am not intimidated by his jealous outbursts, but it makes me feel completely desirable that someone is jealous over me.
“Are you clean?” I ask. “You have a way shadier past than me!” I smile at him playfully.
“Yes, I’m clean, now get that pretty ass into the bedroom before I fuck that attitude right out of you.” I giggle, knowing that I haven’t experienced something of this nature before. I think I like it. My previous sexual partners were, well, what is plainer than vanilla? I have never been with someone that I have wanted to explore kinks with. Although this thing between us isn’t permanent, if there were anyone I’d like to experiment with, it would be him. I walk in the bedroom and turn to face the Adonis standing in front of me.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say, and he groans.
“I want that too, Sugar. But not tonight. Tonight is about you, and I want to worship this perfect body. For every time I’ve been an asshole to you, I’m going to make you come for me.”
Who is this guy? Nobody has ever cared about my pleasure in this way.
“Go to the bed, Autumn,” I respond instinctively and shuffle my feet backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed frame. “Sit.” I drop my ass down on the bed and look into his eyes.
“So beautiful. I wish you could see yourself the way that I do right now,” he says to me. I feel drunk from his words. I don’t allow myself to miss anything he says, waiting for what is coming next. I hang on everything he tells me.
Sawyer walks to stand in front of me, his cock at my eye level, rock hard and begging for attention. I reach out to touch it.
“Ah, ah, ah. No. Don’t touch, baby. Remember what I told you.” I sit on my hands to show my conformity.
“Good girl. Now move back and spread your legs for me, Sugar.”
Good girl . Jesus. Those words have me practically coming. I didn’t know I had a thing for praise until right in this very moment, but here I am, obeying a man who looks at me as if I belong on a throne with him worshipping me at my feet.
Sliding back towards the top of the bed, I lean back on my elbows and open my legs, just as he told me to do. Sawyer crawls up the bed and nudges my legs wider with one of his thighs, then bends down and licks the entire length of my pussy before humming against my clit.
“You taste so good. I would die a happy man if this were my last night on earth.” I smile at him as he looks at me with his beautiful eyes. I’m more aware of his touch now that water isn’t running over our bodies, his beard and breath drawing all my senses to my thighs. “How does it feel?” he says before he bends down and devours me again. His hot breath on my pussy and beard gently tickling the sensitive skin in between my legs.
“So good. So fucking good,” I cry out, gripping the bed sheets, and I come on his face again while screaming his name for the second time tonight. Before I can catch my breath from my second earth-shattering orgasm, Sawyer crawls between my legs and looks directly in my eyes.
“I need you to listen to me now. I’m going to fuck you, and if you want me to stop, tap my arm, okay?” I gaze at him with anticipation. “Tell me you understand, Autumn.”
“I-I understand,” I gasp out as he thrusts fully into my pussy, and groans. The initial thrust always takes my breath away. The pleasure rolls through me instantly. I feel myself tighten around him. Everything I’ve been waiting for since I met Sawyer is happening right now, and I can’t get enough.
“You are so tight, Autumn. Look at you, taking all of me. You’re so good at taking me.” He looks down at the place where our bodies connect and watches his cock thrust in and out of me as he pushes harder into me. I cry out in pleasure and pain.
He slows a little, and a look of concern flashes across his eyes. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? Remember that you’re in control.”
“No. Please. Harder,” I plead with him, desperate for him to claim me. He pulls out of me, and I gasp at the sudden withdrawal of his cock.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees for me, Autumn. Now.”
I flip over and raise my ass into the air as he kneels behind me on the bed. He latches onto my hair with one fist and pulls it tight until I moan in intense pleasure. It feels so good to be completely commanded and dominated by someone. I am about to unravel.
“Are you ready for me, Autumn?” He pulls my hair, forcing my head to snap back, and I groan.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
He thrusts back into me again. Reaching around the front of my body with his free hand, he swipes his fingers over my clit. Once, twice, three times, and I come apart. My pussy convulses around his cock. Letting go of my hair, he grips my shoulder while slamming into me again and again, his expert fingers never letting up as he talks me through my orgasm. “That’s it, Sugar. You feel so good. Look at you, coming for me. Just like that. You take my dick so well. You're so good.” Then he reaches his own climax. An animalistic roar leaves his throat, and I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he comes in my pussy. His grip still tight on my shoulder. I am going to ache tomorrow. Worth it.
He pulls his cock out of me, releasing his grip on my shoulder, then presses a kiss to the center of my back while holding my hips.
“Watching my cum leaking out of you is so sexy, Autumn.” He swipes a finger up my slit and pushes his cum back inside. “That’s it. Where it belongs. Inside of that needy pussy.”
This felt way too intimate when all I’d wanted from Sawyer was sex. Nobody has ever talked to me like that, and instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel empowered.
“Can you stay?” I ask him. It comes out as barely a whisper. Sawyer rolls onto his back, chest rising and falling under his rapid breaths.
“Autumn, I wouldn’t leave even if you asked me to. Come here,” he says as he stretches his arm to me and I nestle into the crook of his armpit, draping my leg over his. Our sweaty bodies pressed together. It seems so natural, as though it is something we’ve done hundreds of times. Not once.
“That was so good. So fucking good.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I lie there, in a satisfied silence, basking in his appreciation of me while stroking his chest hair.
He says nothing else for the rest of the night, and I stay pressed to his warmth, feeling incredibly comfortable. Wanted. Jesus, he’s treated me like the most delicate princess while simultaneously making me feel like I am a whore, all in one night.
I fall asleep as he presses kisses to the crown of my head and runs his hand up and down my back.
I am a lost cause.