Chapter 5
Zenia
I wasn’t even sure if Sawyer answered my question before he whisked me up from the couch and led me out of the room back to the elevator.
“What room are you in?” he asked as the elevator doors shut, sealing us inside.
Once we were closed in that elevator, I was torn between my raging hormones, racing thoughts, and his oaky cologne.
Sawyer was so big and sexy that it made it hard for me to focus my attention on just one thing.
I was used to knowing men were off-limits, so there was no use in staring too long.
There were no rules of engagement for me anymore.
In the moment, the only thing that mattered was the huge onyx god with thick brows, broad shoulders, a gold bottom grill, and magically delicious lips. His dark, brown eyes roved over to me from the panel of numbers as he lifted his brows in anticipation. God, he was handsome.
“If you want me to go with you, I need to know where we’re going, mama. I promise it’s cool if you changed your mind. I’m a big boy.”
“Trust me, I can see that,” I said, giggling as I leaned back against the wall to balance myself.
The giggling along with being slightly unsteady on my feet made me aware of just how much I had drunk. I jumped, surprised by the coolness of the elevator walls as they touched my skin. I didn’t realize how hot I was until the metal hit my bare shoulders.
I was a little drunker than I initially thought I was, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. I wanted this. My body buzzed from the mix of martinis and Sawyer making me cum in his mouth in that private lounge. It had been ages since someone else had touched me.
After Miles went away, there was a night guard who I let eat my pussy a few times, years ago.
He wanted me to run away with him. I considered it just to get the hell away from my father.
That plan fell through before it ever took off when he disappeared a couple of months later.
I was sure that it had something to do with my dad.
Tonight wasn’t about my father, Roderick St. Thomas, or that fucking arranged marriage that would never happen.
Tonight was about what I wanted, and I wanted Sawyer.
I wanted to have him on my terms. It should be up to me how I lost my virginity.
Not some panel of perverted men who only cared about sex, money, and control.
“Give me your room number so I can walk you to your room, mama. You’re clearly too intoxicated to make this kind of decision.”
“No,” I said, pushing off the wall and grabbing his shirt in both hands.
When I stared up into his intense, dark eyes, he licked his lips, making moisture pool between my thighs all over again.
“I want this. I’m tipsy. I might even be drunk, but I want this, Sawyer.
I’m aware of what I’m doing. I’ve just never done something like this before.
I’m sure all the girls say that, but I’m serious.
I’m usually on my best behavior. Tonight, I want to be bad. ”
He cupped my face in his huge hands, backing me into the wall again as his lips found mine. The kiss was deeper, more urgent than before. His hands moved down my body, gripping my waist. I swear, if he wanted to, he could have fucked me right in that elevator.
My mind raced with everything that had taken place in the last couple of hours that landed me in that very spot.
My decisions were reckless and had nothing to do with why I had come to Cashville in the first place.
My initial plan had fallen through. Since there was no way I could get to Reed, I had moved to plan B.
Now I was in an elevator kissing a man I barely knew like it was my last night on Earth.
I wasn’t sure if I would change anything besides the fact that he wasn’t already inside me.
I needed to know what it was like. If I had a bucket list, fucking a fine-ass man in a luxury hotel elevator needed to be number one.
For once in my life, I wanted to do something on my own.
Not because someone else arranged it or because I was waiting on a man to choose me.
I wanted to feel desired by someone that I wanted just as bad as they wanted me.
Sawyer wanted me. That was evident by the way he pinned my body to the wall with his full frame and devoured my lips.
For once, I wanted to decide for myself.
The thought of what I was about to do sent a nervous chill through me.
When he pulled back and looked down at me, this time, I didn’t hesitate.
“Room 726.” I panted.
He reached behind himself, hitting number seven on the panel before turning back to me.
He kissed the top of my head as his hand slid down to cup my ass.
I got comfortable as he repositioned us, putting his back to the wall and pulling me in front of him as the elevator began to climb.
My heart pounded as I rested my head against his solid chest.
Hopefully my intoxication would hold out long enough for me to make one of the biggest decisions I had ever made, defying my father once again.
I didn’t even want to think about him right now.
Emboldened by multiple cocktails and sheer determination, I led the way out of the elevator.
Sawyer held onto my hand and trailed me as I strolled down the hall to my room.
When I made it to my door, I pulled the key card out of my bra and scanned us in. The door had barely closed behind us before Sawyer whirled me around and slammed me into it. His hungry mouth was on mine again. Until I tasted his tongue, I didn’t know how intoxicating a kiss could be.
My head spun from how fast things were moving, but I refused to ask him to slow down. I wanted this, needed it. I needed to go through with this for my own sanity and freedom. Part of me wished that I wouldn’t have had so many drinks. I wanted to feel every single thing that was happening.
His hands moved to my dress, tugging and lifting it over my head until I stood in front of him in my bra and panties.
Thankfully, I thought to wear a matching set.
He took a deep breath as he took me in from head to toe.
Whatever insecurity I might have felt evaporated as he studied me appreciatively.
“Shit,” he hissed, biting down on his bottom lip as he stepped out of his shoes. “You’re fine as fuck, mama. I don’t think I can stop saying that shit.”
He quickly stripped out of his clothes, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the show.
When he was out of his all-black attire, I stared at him in awe.
His deep dark chocolate frame was solid with just a hint of softness across the midsection.
I didn’t know I had a type until that very moment.
Staring at him made me swallow the pool of liquid forming in my mouth.
When he pushed his black briefs down, the thick hard bulge being held captive in them jumped to life. Damn, maybe I wasn’t ready for this after all. I tried to hide my reaction to how big he was, but apparently, he didn’t see the hesitation in my eyes anyway.
Stepping closer to close the space between us, he swept me off my feet like I was weightless and wrapped my legs around him.
My heels clattered to the floor as he carried me to the bed and laid me on my back.
His body covered mine as his lips grazed my neck.
He pulled the straps of my bra down, making my back arch off the bed as his warm mouth covered one of my nipples.
His fingers teased the other, tweaking my nipple and making me press my body further into him.
By the time his thumb pressed against my clit, I was soaking wet and aching to the core. This was really happening. I was about to have sex for the first time with a man I hardly knew. In the moment, I had zero regrets.
I moaned as his mouth alternated between my nipples, licking and sucking until they were so sensitive I could cry. Every pull and tug from his lips sent currents all over my body. He kissed my lips before burying his face in the crook of my neck and sucking hard.
I didn’t know when my panties came off, but by the time I realized that I was naked, I felt the blunt force of the head of his dick pressed against my wet opening. As wet as I was, that shit still hurt like hell.
“I need you to relax for me, mama,” he mumbled against my neck.
I took a deep breath preparing myself for the worst. “OK.”
I felt the moment his body went still. Pushing up on one hand, he looked down at me. His eyes searched mine carefully. “You OK? We can stop if you want to. It’s never too late.”
“No, don’t stop!” I blurted. “I’m fine. I’m just . . . I’ve never done anything like this. Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t want to give him too much time to think about what I said, so I reached for him, pulling him down into another kiss.
He started to push inside again. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the intense burn of him stretching into me almost made me tap out.
Each careful thrust put him further and further in my tunnel until there was no turning back.
I groaned as the overwhelming sensation increased until he was completely inside of me.
Tears stung my eyes as he carefully stroked into me at a steady pace.
“Damn, mama.” Sawyer groaned, shaking his head as he found his rhythm.
Gradually, the pain subsided as his careful movements turned into deep strokes that felt so good I thought I was going to burst into tears.
I didn’t want to scare him, so I fought back the urge.
Still, each thrust of his hips sent electricity coursing through my body from head to toe.
Everything felt so good that I didn’t know what to focus on.
The weight of his body on me, the softness of his lips as he peppered kisses all over my neck and chest, the way his hips rolled, or how full I felt each time he plunged into me.
Was this what I had been missing all this time?
No wonder everybody wanted to keep it away from me.
I was addicted after the first hit. My hands caressed Sawyer’s back as heat continued to build in my core.
“Oh my God!” I shouted, letting my eyes drift closed as the pleasure consumed me.
“You sure you good, mama?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unsure if I was lying or telling the truth at this point. Something was happening, and I didn’t even know how to describe it yet. All I knew was that I wanted more.
He chuckled under his breath. “I’m not. This pussy is so fucking wet and tight. I’m about to lose my shit already.”
“No.” My eyes popped open, and my hands shot to his ass, holding onto him when I thought he was about to pull out.
“I’m not going nowhere, baby,” he vowed as he continued to deliver deliberate strokes, hitting that spot that made me close my eyes in the first place.
He positioned one hand next to my head while slipping the other between us. My head and shoulders pressed into the bed as his thumb carefully circled my clit. Instinctually, my hips rose to meet his, chasing the dull ache that slowly built into a wave of heat.
“Sawyer, oh my goodness,” I whined, throwing my arms around his shoulders and holding on for dear life as he fucked me deeper and faster.
I felt like I would either explode or float away, so I clung to him tighter as my entire body contracted around him.
A rolling wave of bliss detonated inside me.
My thighs wrapped around him as the blissful sensation marched through me in waves.
Sawyer groaned, burying his face in my neck as he continued to thrust into me until his dick pulsed inside me, making us both shiver.
We stayed tangled together for a long while as the weight of his body comforted me.
He didn’t know how much I needed to feel that.
I needed something to counter the weight of my decision lying heavily on my chest. He kissed my forehead, nudging my face until my eyes were on him.
I smiled reassuringly as he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I winced as he finally pulled out and rolled me onto my stomach.
“I can’t get enough of you, mama,” he said, sweeping my hair off my shoulders as he kissed his way up my back. I gasped, and my hand gripped the sheets as he entered me again from behind.