Chapter 13 Sadie
SADIE
He moves away from me, and I try to hold him still, but he shakes his head.
“No, you’re not comfortable. I see indecision written all over your face. That’s not what this is, Sadie.”
I sit up on my elbows and take a deep breath. “I like the way I feel when I’m with you. In and out of bed.” I swallow hard, trying to get the words out. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, Danny.”
His eyes hold mine, and a smile graces his face. “I haven’t either.” Hearing him say that does something to me. I sit all the way up now and kiss him, but he says, “But we’re not having sex tonight.”
Yanking my head back with brows furrowed, he laughs at me. “Yeah, I’m just as shocked as you are.” He pecks my lips again. “I want you unhinged, not caught up in your head.”
I let that wash over me. He’s right. I’m already in a different mind state now because I’m worried about all the what-ifs and what does this mean now?
“I’m sorry,” I say as he sits back against the headboard, tucking me in tight to him. He pulls the comforter over our legs, giving me a chance to cover up if I want.
He scoffs. “Are you kidding? I’m not! You sucked my dick, let me play with your tits, and then rode my face. Sounds like a perfect night to me.”
I groan and cover my face with my hands. “Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Say things for shock value.”
“Because my shock value gets an honest reaction from you every time. And reactive Sadie is hot. Don't get me wrong, planned Sadie is hot, too, but when you give it right back to me good? She’s my fave.”
I settle against his chest, both loving and hating how he knows me so well.
This gala has been stressing me out, even though I love the work.
I’m strung tight all the time, and I know it's not good for me. Danny always knows exactly how to change that for me. And maybe if I see it more as he’s helping instead of picking, which is what I think he’s actually doing, I can adjust more easily to him and his flippant ways.
“Can I stay?” he asks.
“You’re going to anyway.”
He laughs. “You’re right.”
The room is dark except for a bit of the moonlight filtering through the window. It feels comfortable, and for tonight, I let myself enjoy it.
“I hate how good this still is,” I whisper and reach for his hand.
He gives my hand a squeeze and says, “I hate that we ever stopped.”
I turn on my side and let him wrap me up in his arms, with his front to my back. “Danny?”
“Hm?”
“Your dick is still hard.”
He scoffs. “Sadie?”
“Hm?”
“I fucking know that.”
I giggle and wiggle my butt against him, and he grabs my hip, stilling my movements. “Unless you want me humping your leg, I suggest you stop moving.” I hear him swallow. “It hurts, baby.”
I turn over to face him and whisper, “Let me help.” I kiss down his chest, to his taut stomach, before gripping his cock and taking him deep. No warning, no warm-up. He’s already hard, so I know it won’t take long.
He grips my hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. “Yes, Sadie. Please, baby.”
I bob up and down, sucking hard with every downward motion. I nip at his head before creating suction again. I feel every vein, and he gets even harder.
When I cup his balls and tug, he shouts, “Fuck! I’m coming!”
His hips punch out, and I continue sucking, feeling him explode down my throat.
I wait until his body relaxes before I lazily stroke him with my hand now.
He pulls me up next to him again. I lay my head on his chest, still lightly brushing my fingers over him as his breathing gets heavy and I feel him drift off, but not before he says, “I don’t ever want this to end. ”