Chapter 40 Ellie #2
“Fuck.” His voice vibrated against me between frantic strokes of his tongue. “Just as good as I remember.”
Every time I rocked down on him, every broken sound I made, he moaned like it only drove him higher. When he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them as if he knew exactly what I needed, I gasped, and my hand flew to the headboard for balance.
My legs were shaking, and my fingers gripped the headboard tighter. He kept me right there, holding me down through every sound.
“God, you’re perfect like this,” he murmured against my skin. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
I nodded, unable to make any sounds but whimpers and moans.
“Come on, El. Let go for me.”
A ragged cry slipped past my lips as my body went tight around the flood of sensation. Release tore through me in waves, each one stealing my breath until I was left trembling on top of him.
“Ride it out, El,” he said, easing his grip.
I was still shaking when I moved down his body and lay next to him. We were both sweat-slicked and flushed, but I wasn’t anywhere near done. I slid down his body, dragging my nails over the ridges of his abs. His abs flexed again, and his hand shot to my shoulders.
“El,” he said, still breathing hard. “You don’t have to—”
“I know.” I was already working his sweats down his hips. “I want to.”
His cock sprang free, and my jaw dropped as I took him in.
“You’re not even pretending not to stare.” He let out a raspy chuckle.
“As if you’re complaining,” I shot back, wrapping a hand around him.
He twitched in my palm, and I dragged my thumb through the bead of precum at the tip and smeared it down, teasing the head. His hips jerked up.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
I took him into my mouth slowly, heavy and hot against my tongue. The taste of him was perfect. He was thick, stretching my lips, and I didn’t even care. I wanted to make him fall apart and see how he reacted to me.
His hands tangled in the sheets. “El… Jesus—fuck—stop for a sec.”
I pulled off, dragging my tongue over the tip, just to be a menace. “What?”
“If you keep going, I’m gonna come,” he said, breathing hard. “I want to be inside you. I need it. I need you. Please.”
I crawled back up his body and straddled him.
“You could’ve just said that,” I said, pushing my hair over my shoulder.
His eyes were blown wide as I reached down and dragged his cock through my center.
“Please, baby. Please. I need you. Don’t play right now.”
“I’m not.” But I kept doing it anyway, watching his jaw clench, the way his abs locked up under the pressure.
“Condom?” he asked.
“I’m clear. Birth control. You?”
He nodded. Then, I sank onto him without another word. His head fell back, a low sound tearing out of him.
“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You feel—God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
I paused halfway down, panting, already shaking from the stretch. “You’re uh...”
“Big?” He let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, and you’re tight. Stop stating facts and ride me. You can take it.”
I tried to take more, but my thighs still trembled.
“Relax, baby. I got you,” he whispered, his voice somehow gentle and desperate at once. “Let me help.”
He sat up, one arm braced around my back, the other sliding down to circle my clit with steady pressure. I melted under his touch. My body eased finally, and he slid all the way in. I cried out—part in shock, part from the stretch, part in pure fucking bliss.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his lips dragging over my jaw.
I whimpered and started to move—slow, deep grinds, rolling my hips just to watch him unravel. Sawyer’s grip tightened.
“Look at you, taking all of me.” He lifted his hips to meet me once. “Riding me like you were made for my cock.”
I smiled through my haze. His chest rose and fell like he couldn’t catch his breath.
“Ellie,” he said. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and rolled my hips down again, deliberately tight, slow, dragging every inch of him.
“Try to last longer than last time,” I teased.
That was when he snapped. His hands grabbed my ass, flipping me under him so fast, I gasped.
“Oh, you wanna tease me?” he growled, standing. “Two can play that game. Hands and knees. Now.”
I obeyed, flipping over and crawling to the edge of the bed. Behind me, I heard the rustle of movements. His hands gripped my hips, and I leaned down on my elbows.
He lined himself up and drove into me with one hard, deep thrust. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled back and slammed into me again.
Every stroke knocked the air from my lungs, every sound he made bringing me closer to the edge. Again. And I gave it to him. Every inch, every sound, every part of me he wanted.
My back bowed as he thrust into me, one arm wrapped around my stomach, hauling me closer while the other caught my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
“You’re unreal.” He panted. “You were made for me. Say it.”
I couldn’t speak, just gasps and whimpers.
“Say it, El,” he demanded. “Tell me I’m the only one who gets you like this.”
“You are,” I choked out. “You. Sawyer, don’t stop.
His rhythm faltered, and he pulled out.
I whined in response. “Sawyer.”
“Oh, you don’t like me teasing you?” he asked, sliding his cock over my center. He slapped it up, earning a gasp from me. “I thought you wanted to tease? Huh, Ellie baby?”
“Please, Sawyer. Please.”
“Hmmm. You sound pretty when you beg for me too.”
Then, he pushed back inside, moving in long, languid strokes.
“Ellie, I’m close.” He dropped his mouth to my shoulder. “Fuck, I can’t—you’re too good.”
His hand slid between us, rubbing tight circles over my clit, and I shattered. My back arched, body shaking as the orgasm tore through me. He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, holding me down while I came apart underneath him.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my neck. “That’s it. Fucking perfect.”
He went still, a raw, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he came, grinding deep. His whole body tensed, like he was trying to drag it out. He cursed again, breath broken, hips twitching as he emptied inside me.
When he finally collapsed next to me, I couldn’t feel my legs. My body was Jello, shaking in the best way.
His hand stayed curled around mine, thumb brushing back and forth over my skin as our breathing slowed.
Then, finally, barely audible, almost ashamed, he whispered, “Still would’ve taken the crumbs.”
I turned to him, caught that messy, real smile, and let my eyes fall shut.