Chapter 3 Autumn Loses Her Mind
Autumn Loses Her Mind
I was still buzzing like someone had plugged a live wire right into my central nervous system. My skin felt stretched and sensitive, like I’d gotten sunburned and now every brush of fabric over my raw nerves ached.
My emotions were running so high, I wanted to curl into a ball and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist—or find one of those sensory deprivation tanks. I wasn’t sure our small town had any of those. Maybe that was a good business opportunity. Probably not.
Worst of all, I was soaked between my thighs. It was bad enough I was a little worried that I’d peed myself, but from the tingles racing through my vagina, it seemed to be sexual in nature.
What the hell?
Each step rubbed my thighs together, and I felt like I was going to combust. I needed… I needed a cold shower and my vibrator, not in that order.
My hands shook as I unlocked our apartment door and shoved it open. Sawyer glanced up from his spot on the couch, his face already pinched into a look of concern, almost like he’d sensed my distress before even seeing me.
He often seemed to sense my moods, probably because we’d been best friends for so long. Unfortunately, that meant I couldn’t fool him.
Forcing myself to look somewhat normal, I closed the door behind me and crossed the room. Sawyer leapt to his feet, stepping into my path.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice gentle. His hands came up to grab my upper arms.
I sucked in a breath at the contact. That simple touch set me off, and images of Thorne flashed through my mind, followed by a blur of skin, fingers, lips, sweat…
“Um, something weird happened at work,” I started, my voice unnaturally high and rough. “I don’t even know what to think about it. I’m just a little freaked out.”
Sawyer went rigid. His nostrils flared, his lids dropping.
“No, nothing bad. Just weird. I need to figure it out, and then I can explain better. I don’t even know. I don’t know what to do with myself.” My last few words shook and shuddered.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to explain anything.”
Before I realized what was happening, Sawyer pulled me to the sofa and settled me against his side, his arm wrapped tight around my smaller frame.
I leaned into his touch, trying to get as close to him as possible. His other hand brushed wisps of hair off my face, his fingers trailing down my cheek.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured.
As if some magnet drew us together, I found myself pressing into him, grabbing at his shirt, until I was leveraging a leg over his hips to straddle him.
My face pressed against his neck, his cozy hazelnut scent doing nothing to calm me. If anything, it heightened my arousal. Without realizing it, I was slowly grinding down on his lap.
His muscles tensed again, and I muttered an apology, pulling back. His arms tightened around me, keeping me pressed against his body.
“What’s going on?” he asked again, his tone suddenly harsh.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just going to go to my room.”
Sawyer didn’t release me. “Autumn?”
“I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t think straight,” I blurted out.
We’d always been brutally honest with each other, but I’d never told him I was horny before. Blood rushed into my cheeks, the flush climbing from my neck all the way to my scalp and out to my ears until my entire face prickled with embarrassment.
I couldn’t believe I’d said that. But I was so beyond horny, my thoughts were mush. If I didn’t get off of his lap soon, I’d leave a wet spot on his jeans. But Sawyer held me tight to his muscled chest, not letting me move an inch.
I needed to move. Shove him away. Say something!
Maybe if he wasn’t so damn hot, this would be easier. Having a sexy best friend was finally biting me in the ass. Not literally, thankfully. Or at least, not yet.
The image of my ass in the air and Sawyer biting my flesh had me letting out a soft moan. Sawyer’s fingers dug into my skin at the sound, his chest moving quicker as his breathing accelerated.
“If you need it, you can use me,” he rasped, sounding like he’d just run a marathon with a sore throat.
My lips parted, and no sound came out. No way my best friend and roommate just offered to let me dry hump him to completion.
I needed to get the fuck off his lap and lock myself in my room with my hot pink monster dildo.
But the silicone had no appeal when Sawyer’s heart raced until my palm and his body heat soaked into me, sending another wave of need through my stomach and straight to my core.
Things had always been platonic between us—for the most part—but that little hidden part of me that believed we were more than friends reared up, screaming in my head that it was finally happening! Sawyer was going to admit his feelings and we would live happily ever after!
No!
He was not confessing that he romantically loved me. He was helping out his very horny friend. Which was a terrible idea, but he was clearly turned on too, and neither of us was thinking clearly.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I managed to say.
“Then we can pretend it never happened afterward. But I can tell how badly you need it. Let me help. I want to.”
My logical brain knew this was the worst idea—monumentally stupid, and likely risked our relationship. Not to mention my heart! Finally having some small taste of him, knowing he saw me as nothing but a friend, would kill me.
But lust was pumping through me, feeling like fifteen shots of tequila hitting my system all at once. My thoughts swam through thick molasses. No matter how bad of an idea this was, my body was screaming for it.
Unconsciously, I moved against him, rolling my hips in a slow, deep movement that ground down against his thigh.
“Fuck, Autumn,” he murmured. “I don’t think you have any idea how badly I want you right now.”
That was enough to shatter my remaining resolve. We’d pick up the pieces later. Right now, I was about to burst into flames, and Sawyer wasn’t done.
“Do you know how good you smell, or how much I want to hear you making all those noises I sometimes hear through our thin walls when you’re getting yourself off?”
His words should have shocked me, and maybe I’d be horrified later, but right then, they only fueled my frenzy.
“I can’t believe you heard me,” I whimpered.
“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever listened to.”
Rolling my hips, I rubbed the seam of my jeans over my center, adding pressure to my sensitive clit. My head fell forward, resting in the crook of his neck. As I ground down again, another pornstar-worthy moan ripped out of me.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Touch yourself, please. Fuck, I need to see you come. Do it now.”
My inhale was a shudder, but my hands fumbled with my button and yanked my zipper down like Sawyer had some sort of mystical power over me. I didn’t even remember deciding to do it.
Luckily, my jeans were loose, and my hand slid easily into my panties. My fingertips slipped through my slick folds. There was so much wetness, more than ever before. My entire body jerked as my middle finger brushed over my clit.
Moaning, I plunged two fingers deep in my pussy, pressing them against my g-spot. Stars exploded in my vision. I froze, trying to regain my composure enough that I could keep breathing.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Sawyer muttered. “Stretch yourself out, so I can lay you down on this rug and split you open with my cock.”
The image of him doing exactly that sent a shiver through me. Each breath was a whine as I slid two fingers back inside of me, the meat of my palm pressing over my clit.
“I’m going to fucking breed you until you can’t remember your own name, until you’re screaming. Fill you with my cum so it’s dripping out of you. Until you can’t walk without remembering how I fucked you.”
Filthy words flowed from his lips, and my fingers shoved back in.
Normally I’d just touch my clit, but I needed something in my pussy, filling me.
Three of my own fingers wasn’t enough, but it was all I could manage.
If I got up to get a toy, I was worried Sawyer would throw me down and make good on all his promises.
And it scared me how badly I wanted that.
Getting myself off while on his lap was one thing, but actually letting him stick his dick inside of me? That was a boundary I wasn’t ready to cross, even in my frenzied state. No matter how tempting it sounded.
A wave of pleasure washed over me, tension building, until I pressed my forehead into his. He whispered a stream of incoherent words, all the things he’d do to me, as I broke.
Tumbling over the edge, my orgasm took hold. My body seized, and his hold tightened, keeping me in place as my core pulsed and squeezed and my lungs refused to work. My vision went spotty, and as it faded, I was gasping for air.
“Fuck!” was all I could say, pulling my hand free. Shoving back, I staggered to my feet and stumbled to my room. “Sorry!” I yelped, slamming the door between us.
Fuckity fuck shit!
What the hell was I thinking?
I’d never forgive myself if I just ruined the most important relationship in my life. Throwing myself onto my bed, I spluttered, still struggling to take in air.
My body throbbed, begging for more. I could go back out into the living room, take off my clothes, and open my legs in a lewd invitation. He wouldn’t deny me. Not the way he looked at me like I was a juicy steak he wanted to tear into.
Nope, I was not going to make this even worse.
As another wave of arousal hit me, I yanked open my drawer and felt around for literally any sex toy I could shove into my pussy.
And to my shame, it was Thorne, not Sawyer, I pictured as I ripped off my shorts and impaled myself on the hot pink giant. I was going to be so sore by the time I relieved this ache.