Chapter Twenty-One
Sawyer
Even though Damon told me we didn’t have to study Clara anymore, I can’t help myself. I took a look at some of her codes, and they’re incredible. I may have met my match and it's thrilling. She may have nothing to do with this Brynne woman, but if Brynne turns out to be Sarah then I won't be upset getting to know her more.
“Can't sleep?” I ask Damon as he grabs another smoke from the bedside table. Damon slowly looks at me and gives me his evil eyes. I’ve seen it all and even though he looks scary as hell to everyone around him, he doesn’t scare me one bit.
“How the fuck can I sleep when she is so close and I’m not with her,” he stands up. “Fuck this, I’m going to get her. I don’t care what you say.” Damon grabs the doorknob and starts to twist it. I get up a push him out of the way. Damon is bigger than me in every aspect. “Get the fuck out of my way Sawyer,” he demands.
I would listen and move, but we need to be careful.
When we let our emotions get in the way, that’s when we slip up and get caught. I want Sarah with us as much as Damon, but we have bigger things to accomplish, and getting caught before they're finished isn’t one of them. “You're letting your emotions get the best of you. We will get her soon, but we need to get more information on this Brynne person first,” I explain.
“You do that then. I’m certain it's her so fucking move before I kick your ass,” Damon threatens. I stand there with my arms out reached.
“Do it. I’ll still say the same thing. You’re not thinking straight,” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Damon’s fist meets my face. I take the blow and stand my ground. Damon swings again and I duck and punch him in the stomach. He hunches over and I knee him and he falls to his hands and knees. I put a hand on his back to make sure he was okay.
“Damon, you okay?” I ask hesitantly.
Damon cocks his head back and gets me in the nose and blood gushes out onto the carpet. “Fuck,” I yell. I hold my nose and Damon tries to get up. I kick his jaw and blood squirts out of his mouth. He laughs and sweeps my legs making me fall to the floor. I’m on my back lying on the old seventies carpet and Damon leans over me. He smiles with blood coated teeth. His eyes change to desire and he looks at my nose still bleeding. I reach up to touch his lip piercing and he swats my hand away.
Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine and our blood mixes together. I taste the metallic tang of his blood in my mouth. He flips me so I’m face down. My grey sweats are ripped down and I hear him spit on my ass. Damon wastes no time in giving me all of him. He lines himself up and pushes the tip of his cock into my ass. I relax as best as I can, but I know what is to come. Damon’s cock is the biggest I've ever seen.
“Relax Sawyer,” he coaxes .
I do my best as he pushes another inch inside of me. He retreats and I feel more spit on my ass. He pushes forward and I think I've taken all of him, but he gives me more.
“You’re almost there,” he says. He pushes another inch inside and I groan. He retreats to the tip and then gives me all of him. I moan when his pelvis hits my ass. He wastes no time in using my ass. He pounds into me and gives me all of his frustration. When we needed to escape our foster home horror, we would find each other. I only have ever fucked Damon a few times. He much prefers to be the one in control and I don’t mind being able to calm him. Especially if it means he will drop this Sarah crusade for now.
“Fuck,” he drawls.
“Fuck me Damon,” I beg. I need to cum just as bad as he does. He pushes his hips forward and the force of his body moves me on the carpet. I push back on him and raise myself to my hands and knees. He grips my hips and pulls me back onto his cock. I stroke myself to the same rhythm as his thrusts. The slapping noise of us fucking fills the room. Damon groans and loses control of himself. He tightens his grip on my hips and fucks me harder.
I take the pain and turn it into pleasure with each stroke of my cock. Damon doesn’t lighten up and I take each thrust of his hips. He grabs the top of my ass cheeks and pulls me back.
“Sawyer,” he moans. I can feel my balls tighten, but I continue to stroke my cock. I moan and let myself cum all over the carpet. Damon’s thrusts become messy and he growls as he grips me hard and holds me to him as he empties himself inside of me .
He pulls out and falls beside me on the floor. I turn toward him as he stares at the ceiling. He looks over at my nose and smiles. “Sorry about your nose.”
I laugh. “I don’t think I've ever heard you apologize the entire time I've known you,” I tease.
“I never will again.” Damon touches his lip ring and looks at his thumb covered in blood. I’m surprised I didn’t knock out one of his teeth with that kick.
“Sorry about your face,” I smirk.
He shrugs. “That made up for it. How much more
research do you think we need?” I know he is itching to go get Sarah, but I want to do this the right way. He isn’t going to like my answer, but hopefully, he will understand once we have her here.
“Give me a few days to make sure she doesn’t have any secrets that will spring up on us. Then she is all ours.” Damon looks back at the ceiling and tucks his arm under his head.
“A few days? I guess we can wait until then, but that’s as long as we are waiting. I’ve waited long enough to find her. Now that I have, I don’t want to waste another day.”
“Speaking of another day. You may want to give
Matteo a name because I don’t think he will last another day without killing someone. He was livid when Max slipped through his fingers,” I explain. Damon gets up and grabs his phone. He types something out and then lights another cigarette.
“Done. He can check another person off of the list for us since someone took it upon themselves to kidnap Max.”
“Who do you think took him?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, but whoever it is, I hope they give him what he so righteously deserves.”