Chapter 13 Taste Me
Taste Me
In a flash of green flannel and blond curls, Sawyer pounced on me. His hands gripped my ass, and he carried me the three steps to the bed, dropping on top of me as we tumbled back. My hair splayed around me in a cinnamon mess.
“Sawyer!” Snatching his glasses, I tossed them onto the bedside table.
Unapologetic, he nuzzled into my neck, his hands digging into my hair, flattening over my ribcage, anything he could reach with our chests smashed together.
“You’re all I want,” he growled. “I won’t lose you.”
“Shhh.” Framing his face with my hands, I forced him to look at me. “You won’t.”
“But it’s a fated mate bond.” His voice broke.
“Hey,” I said, looking into his eyes. The green glowed. “Some mystical bond doesn’t matter. You’re the one I’ve built a life with. We know everything about each other, and I love you.”
“I love you,” he whispered, dipping his head to brush his lips over mine.
We’d told each other we loved each other many times, the way best friends do. But this was different. We both knew it. I could tell from the hungry way he kissed me.
“I need you,” he murmured against my lips.
“Me too,” I breathed, sliding my fingers under the neckline of his shirt to feel more of his heated skin.
“I want them to hear you and know that you’re mine.” His lips moved against the skin on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. It was really hard to think when he flattened his tongue to the sensitive skin under my ear.
“Are we seriously going to do it for the first time with them in the other room?”
“Do it?” he said, leaning back to grin at me.
“You know what I mean!” I released his shirt to lightly smack his very firm chest.
Chuckling, Sawyer kissed my jaw on his way back to my mouth. “No, baby. But I watched you come in my lap, and I’m dying to taste you. Let me?”
My heart rate increased, and heat rushed from my face down to my stomach, sinking lower.
I should say no. The last hour had been a rollercoaster of emotions, but my body was humming, aching to be touched.
Maybe it was a decade of tension between Sawyer and I finally snapping, or maybe it was Thorne’s presence on the other side of the door, but I was desperate.
“Okay, but please order our pizza first.”
Shoving himself off of me, Sawyer tripped over his feet in his rush to grab his phone. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched, enjoying the furrow in his brow as he ordered double of our favorite pizza in record time.
“I hope they like roasted mushrooms and bacon,” I said. “I’m going to laugh so hard if they actually expected pineapple.”
“I don’t give a shit if they like the pizza,” he said, tossing his phone aside. “It’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
“Then you’ve got fifteen,” I said, arching my eyebrows.
Sawyer wasted no time, kneeling on the bed.
My jeans were unceremoniously tugged down my hips.
He kissed the inside of each ankle as he pulled the fabric off my legs.
Sitting back on his heels, he took me in—my shirt pulled up to show my soft stomach and cotton bra, my panties printed with tiny pumpkins, and my bare legs.
“Pumpkin,” he murmured, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. The muscles of his shoulders and back flexed as he crawled toward me, settling between my legs.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
My lungs constricted, and I couldn’t get a full breath in. This couldn’t be real. Sawyer was staring at the wet spot on my panties. His breath ghosted over it, and my hips jerked.
I couldn’t help my nervous giggle. This was Sawyer, my best friend, and here he was, getting ready to eat me out.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. You’re fulfilling all my horny teenage fantasies about you,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” he said with a smirk as he drew my panties down my legs and tossed them aside, leaving my pussy bare and exposed. “What exactly did you imagine? I’d love to make all of your dreams come true.”
My cheeks stung with my blush. “Mostly, us making out, and then you impregnating me. I was a little unclear about how that would work at the time. I promise I’ve figured it out since then.”
His eyes glowed, and his voice dropped to a lethal tone. “I’d love nothing more than to put a baby in you. Now come here. I need you to ride my face the same way you rode my thigh.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hips and flipped me so I was straddling his head. He grinned up at me before pulling me down onto his mouth.
Shocked, I pushed up, trying to hover over him. Sawyer growled. “Give me all your weight, and then grind down on my mouth. I want you to come on my tongue.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pumpkin, I want you to fucking waterboard me.”
The ridiculous nickname had me giggling again, but his hands landed on my hips, guiding me down and into a rocking motion.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit!
His tongue dove into my entrance, and then flattened as I rocked and rubbed my clit over his mouth. Using his grip on my hips, he held me in place while he sucked and nibbled at my most sensitive spot.
A guttural moan ripped from my throat, sounding more like an animal than a woman. I was too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed. He kept working my clit while one hand moved to my ass, squeezing and massaging, wringing another moan out of me.
Distantly, I could feel a swell of jealousy.
What the hell was that?
Intense pleasure filled every corner of my body as I rode Sawyer’s face. My head tipped back, my mouth open in a silent scream.
Sawyer used his hand at my ass to reach between us and push two fingers into my cunt. The added pressure and friction was too much, and I broke.
Tears dripped down my face as I gasped, unable to stop my entire body from arching. His movements gentled, extending my climax without overwhelming my sensitive nerves.
Shaking, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.
Grinning, Sawyer licked his lips, tasting me. “Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.”
My breathing stuttered, the intense memory of coming on Thorne’s mouth in that vivid dream flashing through my mind. Shaking my head, I focused on Sawyer.
“To think, we could have been doing that for the last few years,” I said softly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for lost time.” He smirked, turning on his side and gathering me against his chest.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed back against his chest, unable to help my matching grin. It should feel strange, laying here with my best friend, half naked and slick between my legs from his mouth and my own cum.
But it felt so natural, it was easy to pretend we’d always been like this. Reveling in our new relationship, I ran my hand down his chest.
“Can I do something for you?” I asked, reaching down to cup his cock through his jeans.
“Not right now,” he said. “This was just about you.”
“I can’t believe you’re turning down a blowjob.” To emphasize my point, I ran my thumb over his length.
Sawyer let out a groan. “Believe me, neither can I. But we’ve only got about three minutes before pizza will be here, remember?”
Glancing at the door, I realized that meant I’d have to go back into the living room and face our guests—werewolves with fantastic senses.
Thinking of Thorne, another wave of jealousy washed over me. But the emotion didn’t feel like mine.
“Will they be able to smell what we were doing?”
Sawyer’s laugh made me flinch. “Yes, but I don’t think it matters. You weren’t quiet. I’m sure they heard everything.”
“Oh, no!” My cheeks heated, and I buried my face in his chest. “Honestly, I feel bad. This feels cruel. I think that he considers me his mate, like his wife, I guess? But I didn’t choose that.”
His smile was enough to show his fangs. Curious, I reached between us and touched one with the tip of my index finger. He opened his mouth, allowing me to explore. They were sharper than I realized, and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel if he bit me.
When my hand dropped, he ran his tongue over his teeth, and my mind went blank. His lips thinned, pulling up on one side into his thoughtful expression.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered.
“Look, I wasn’t raised in a pack. We were lone wolves living among humans. So there’s a lot I don’t know.” He scrunched his nose. “But my grandma told me a few things.”
“Yeah?” I said, trying to keep my heart from climbing into my throat at his words. I didn’t think I could handle any more revelations. My fingers dug into the sheets as I tried to stay silent and patient.
“Apparently werewolves aren’t typically monogamous.”
“Like, they cheat?” I whispered, horrified.
“No, sorry, that’s not what I mean,” he rushed to say. “I guess it’s common for three or four partners to all be together. I think.”
It shouldn’t have been funny, but I couldn’t help a giggle. “So, polyamorous werewolves?”
His cheeks reddened further. “Yeah, so if you and I are together, Thorne probably won’t see that as much of a deterrent. He’s probably open to sharing you.”
“Are you telling me I could be with him and you?”
His nose wrinkled. “I hate that idea. I want you all to myself. But you deserve to know.”
“I wonder if Cole would come along, like a package deal,” I said in a poor attempt at teasing.
Sawyer swiped his tongue over his lip as he thought. “He’s beautiful, but kinda creepy with those eyes and the whole vision thing, don’t you think?”
My eyebrows shot up. “Sawyer, I was kidding.”
“Whatever,” he said dismissively, a flush rising in his cheeks. To stop me from laughing, he rolled me over and nibbled on my neck until I was holding back my moans.
His phone pinged, signalling the pizza was here. Growling, he climbed off me and gathered up my clothes, tossing them to me. Then he slipped out the door to get our dinner while I quickly dressed.
It would be awkward facing Thorne after what I’d just done with Sawyer, but maybe he’d understand and gracefully step aside, despite what Sawyer said.
I crossed my fingers, hoping for the best.