Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Nova
We barely get inside the door before our hands and mouths are all over each other. Sawyer cups my face, and I try to shrug his cut off his shoulders.
He grins against my mouth. “Eager, baby?”
“You can’t go around looking like that and asking dumb questions,” I say, but I’m silenced when his mouth crashes over mine and he pushes me back against the wall.
Holy mother of God. This is hunger at its finest, and we’re both pent up, both probably equally frustrated, though I can only speak for myself.
“Cheeky,” he mutters when he pulls back and I whimper when he pushes his dick against my hip. “Got me so hard, Princess. That’s not what best friends are supposed to do.”
“So now I’m your best?”
He does it again and I groan. Lower. I want him to rub me lower. “Ha-ha. You get away with a lot, wiseass.”
“I’ve been imagining what it’d look like you stripping me out of this dress,” I say, pushing him slightly. He steps back, then I turn, holding my hair over my shoulder. “Would you mind unzipping me?”
The way his hungry eyes skate down my body makes my heart race. His fingers are so gentle when I feel them at my nape. He lowers the zipper slowly, a groan leaving his throat when it’s all the way down. I have no bra on, and a lace, pale blue thong.
“Fuck, baby, did you wear this for me?”
“Y-yes.” My dress drops to the floor.
He crouches down. “Leave these heels on,” he says, and I love the way his gruff voice sounds.
Oh, I don’t mind him being bossy when it’s sexy.
He presses his lips against one ass cheek, then the other, and words I’d never thought I’d hear leave his mouth: “Spread those legs, baby. I wanna play with this pretty pussy.”
Holy shit.
I swallow hard, my palms flattening against the wall as he fondles my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, baby, I can smell your fuckin’ heat.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Then he palms my pussy, gripping it until my eyes flutter closed. “Sawyer,” I whisper.
“That’s it, baby, you always need to tell me what you like and don’t like…”
“I like everything you do.”
He chuckles. “Even so — red, yellow and green work, okay?”
“Safe words?” I muse, then I sober. Holy shit. I’m an idiot. “Sawyer, I didn’t mean to laugh—”
He kisses my butt cheek again. “Don’t be sorry. I have safe words, baby, but it’s not you, it’s me, remember?”
“W-what are your no-go zones?” I’m panting so hard because he’s teasing. His middle finger circling my clit like he’s got all the time in the world.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, well—”
“I mean, with you, I don’t know. I feel like I’d let you do anythin’.”
His words not only fill me with so much love, but they also haunt me. Because someone hurt my Sawyer. My Sawyer. And they can’t take that back.
“Okay,” I say. “But please don’t tell me I can’t have your dick in my mouth.”
He groans, gripping an ass cheek with his spare hand. “I wanna bite this fuckin’ perfect ass.”
“Do it,” I groan. “I want to feel you, all of you.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
His contradictions make me smile. “You’d never.” We’re always careful with each other. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not a doll that’s gonna break, I promise. I want it.”
“Do you like to be spanked?”
I swallow again. “I’ve never…” I clear my throat. “I’ve never been spanked before. Usually punishment isn’t my thing.”
“Baby, I wasn’t thinkin’.”
“No, no,” I start. “That isn’t what I meant. I can’t believe we’re talking about this while you’re about to finger fuck me, but here goes. My ex hit me, but this isn’t that. You’re not violent or angry. Spanking when done like this is hot as fuck. At least the idea of it is.”
His words feel dark when he mutters, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him some day soon.” Then he kisses my cheek and pulls my panties aside. I’m shameless, stepping wide as his fingers tap at my pussy. Oh, god, that feels amazing. Feeling my slickness, he groans. “I wanna taste you.”
“Y-you do?”
“Do you like that?”
I shrug. “I’ve never…” I blow out a breath. “I’ve only ever given, not received.”
“Assholes,” he mutters, then I moan loudly as he blows on my pussy. He’s also not letting me come, and I don’t even think he’s doing it on purpose.
“How wet are you?”
“So wet.”
He moves his fingers, dipping to my entrance, spreading my slickness all over his fingers. “Nova. You’re gonna have me comin’ all over myself again.”
“That was so hot, by the way.”
“Not from where I was standin’.”
I groan when he leans up, his tongue sliding through my heat and up to my clit. The sensation of being eaten out is like nothing else, especially from behind. Like, my god. Yeah, they were fucking selfish assholes come to think of it.
“I bet if I flicked this little clit with the tip of my tongue you’d come like a rocket, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I cry when he does just that. “Sawyer, I’m so close.”
“Come baby, come on my tongue, let me taste you.”
His words send me into an oblivion as I do just that. It’s so freaking hot, and he’s right, I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. The noises he makes as he laps at my pussy make my orgasm draw on and on.
I grapple with some form of his name, but then he murmurs. “On the bed. I wanna see all of you.”
He pulls my panties all the way off, and tells me to step out, which I do. Then he stands, pulling me over his shoulder and I yelp. I can’t say I’ve ever had a man do that before, another first.
When I wiggle around, he spanks my ass, but it isn’t hard. A new heat flares in my lower belly.
Oh, maybe I do like that…
“Again,” I pant.
He does and I groan.
I hate that he’s fully dressed. I want to take his clothes off, but I need to learn his triggers, and what he does and doesn’t like.
I’ve got to be careful. As much as I want to jump his bones, his confessions about not sleeping with anyone — and I wince at this next memory — he consented to, makes me want to cry.
No, Nova. This isn’t the time or the place. This is a happy occasion. Sex is fun, and it feels good. It doesn’t have to be vengeful, rough or violent. I close my eyes.
This feels right.
Safe.
Good. Better than good.
Sawyer sets me down on the bed and I roll onto my back. I bite down on my lip and close my legs. He kneels on the bed, then removes his shirt, ever so slowly.
“Are you teasing me?” I murmur.
He thumbs to himself. “Me?”
“Oh, don’t look so innocent. You know what you do to me when you look at me with those pretty eyes.”
“Don’t say that too loudly around the boys, they’ll never quit givin’ me shit.”
I smile and his eyes shift as he parts my legs. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
He dips his head and swipes his tongue through my core. I scrunch the sheets up in my palms, my head rolling back. Heaven. That’s what this feels like. “Sawyer,” I whisper.
I feel him shift, and then he says, “You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
“Open your eyes, watch me.”
Oh, my.
I do as he says, looking down my body as I prop myself up on my elbows. He parts me with one hand, then licks through my pussy, moaning as he flicks my clit with his tongue. “You have such a pretty pussy, baby. This could be my new favorite hobby.”
Glad I kept up with my waxing appointments, I bite down on my bottom lip. This man and that mouth.
“I think you have a newly found skill for it.” It’s hard to speak because he’s lifting my ass ever so slightly, his blue eyes on mine as he eats me out with rumbles from his own moans that vibrate right through me.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn. “Oh, Sawyer.” I grip his hair, tugging slightly and he moans, too. Shit. I keep forgetting that I shouldn’t just do that and I loosen my grip.
As if reading my mind, he breaks away. “Do that again.”
“W-what?” I murmur.
“Tug my hair, I like it.”
I do as he says, wanting to please him, loving that I’m pleasing him. “Even your hair is perfect.”
His voice is low and hoarse when he says, “Eyes on me when you come, baby. I want to see you lose control.”
Holy freaking Hannah. This man’s mouth is so dirty. Dirty in a good way, not a degrading way. Not that I’d kink shame anyone, but after abusive relationships, I’m not into degradation. Praise, maybe, but I don’t want to be called a slut.
“Fuck,” I cry when his tongue is back swirling my clit. “Jesus, oh, god.”
“That’s it, come for me, baby, you’re making me so fuckin’ hard.”
I’ve never done this before: came while staring at someone, and I’ve never come so quickly, twice in one night already. It helps that this new experience is with him and the trust is there, and Sawyer is so good at it.
I cry out, my entire body freezing as I still, never wanting him to stop. His name is a strangled cry and I’m suddenly glad we’re at his place and not mine. We can make all the noise we want here.
“That’s it, fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you come.”
“That,” I pant when I come down from my high. “That right there.”
“What?” he blows again on my sensitive flesh. He is truly fascinated by my pussy.
“Praise. I like praise.”
Our eyes meet and he grins. “You do, baby girl?”
I nod. “I didn’t think I liked dirty talk because it can be triggering. I don’t like degradation, I’ve realized. But I like praise.”
He slowly inserts a finger. “You take it so well, don’t you? Look at how wet you are.” He coats his fingertips in my slickness and then I gasp as he sucks his fingers. “Fuuuuuck.” When he closes his eyes and groans, I’m done for.
“This is hardly fair.” My panting hasn’t ceased because he’s still playing with me. “I’m getting all the benefits.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ve got plenty for you to do.”
My cheeks flush thinking about what he’ll let me do. Let’s face it, any form of touching him is a good thing. I want that. I want that more than anything. “That sounds promising.”
He slowly slides his finger back inside, pumping in and out slowly, watching me from the source as I arch my back. Sawyer has a magic touch, there’s no doubt about it.
“So wet,” he says, his voice so low it makes me hot all over. I’ve never heard him like this before, and if he thinks doing this is his new hobby, admiring him is mine. “So perfect. Is this okay?” He inserts another finger and I nod.
“It’s good.” It is really good, but I want his cock. I don’t know how to ask for it, or if Sawyer is even willing to do that. I want his dick in my mouth, I want him to feel good, too.
It looks like he’s pretty settled on playing with me, and I don’t mind that one bit, but it prompts me to ask again, “What will you let me do?”
His eyes meet mine again. “What do you want to do?”
I don’t hesitate. “Return the favor.”
He swallows hard, then he nods. “I’d like that.”
It’s hard not to let my mind wander to all the bad things that happened to him. How sex, for him, wasn’t something he consented to, nor did he want, but now isn’t the time or place to be sad.
I also want to be the one who makes this pleasurable for him, just as he has done for me.
“I’ll do whatever you want, however you want,” I reassure him, arching my back when he curls his fingers. Oh, fuck, that is goddamn amazing. “If your fingers don’t send me to oblivion before then.”
He smiles, reaching up my body to squeeze one breast. “Come for me like this, squeeze that tight little pussy, that’s it, baby.
” When he presses down on my clit with his thumb, I make a sound in the back of my throat that’s foreign to me.
My god. Sex is so much better when you care about the person.When you love them.
And I do love him. I know we said it to each other in a funny, friendship kind of way, but this isn’t that. I fucking love you.
“Sawyer!” I cry, lifting my hips as he pushes them back down.
I see stars. Literally. I’ve never felt this kind of pressure before, and never had a g-spot orgasm.
Previous lovers wouldn’t have a clue where to find it, and neither can I.
I’m not that coordinated. But Sawyer is.
He definitely knows his way around my body, and I love that he’s enjoying it.
He rides me through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and when I come back up for air, I’m a dripping, wet, sobbing mess. Jesus, this man is more than gifted.
“Open your eyes, that’s a good girl.”
Good girl.
Oh, I like that.
When I sit back up onto my elbows, I drift my eyes down his torso. His body is ridiculous. He has abs I could take a nap on, not that I’d get any sleeping done because I’d just want to stroke and play with him, just like he has to me. “I want to touch you,” I whisper. “Please let me touch you.”
He nods. “Where would you like to touch me?”
My lips part and my eyes drift south of his belt. “Your cock.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as he bites down on his lip. “I think I like my girl talkin’ dirty. You wanna do the honors?”