by K. C. Lynn
“Sawyer?” I call out as I head towards the living room. I come to an abrupt halt when I find him on the couch. My heart stops when I see him reading my book. He looks up at me with a knowing smirk.
“Hey! What are you doin’? Give me that!” I stomp over and try to grab it from him, but he stands quickly, holding it over his head. Of course there is no way in hell I’m anywhere close to reaching it, even with trying to jump.
His cocky grin gets bigger, “Well, well, well, my little Cupcake reads porn. Who knew?”
My face flames with embarrassment. “I do not! It’s a romance novel. Now give it to me.” I try reaching for it again but he holds it higher, out of my reach.
“No it’s not, this shit is porn, baby. Old school porn, but it’s still porn all the same.”
I clench my teeth, “Sawyer, I mean it, give me back my book.”
He chuckles, finding my irritation funny, which makes me want to slap his sexy face. “I have to admit, Grace, this shit is pretty fucking hot. Do you get wet reading it?” I feel my face turn a darker shade of red, which I didn’t think was possible. He opens to the page he was on, holding it over his head and quotes: “He thrusts his cock inside…”
“That’s it! Give it to me now!” I jump and launch myself at him, trying to swipe the book in the process.
Laughing at my attempt, he spins me around so my back is to his front and pulls me in close while I continue to fight against him. “Come on, Grace, you can tell me, it’s okay, even I’m fucking hard reading this shit.” His rough voice rumbles softly in my ear, causing a familiar ache to start between my legs, which just makes me angrier.
“Sawyer, stop it, you’re embarrassin’ me!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. Tell me, do you touch yourself while reading it?”
“No!” I grind out.
He chuckles, “Don’t lie. There is no way you don’t get yourself off, reading this shit.”
“I don’t, you big stupid jerk. I’ve never even had an orgasm before!” I regret the words as soon as they spill from my mouth, but at least it shocks Sawyer enough to let me go. I turn around and rip the book from his hand now.
“What the fuck did you just say?” he asks, staring at me in shock.
I look away, embarrassed. “You heard me. Now if you’re done being an asshole…” I start to walk off but he grabs my arm.
“What do you mean you have never had an orgasm? Are you a fucking virgin?”
I can tell the thought is appalling to him. Looking up, I glare at him, “I am not a virgin, you stupid jerk. For your information I’ve had sex three and a half times!”
Oh geez, shut up Grace! He doesn’t need to know that!
“What?” he asks again, looking at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind, “how the fuck do you have sex three and a half times? That’s not even possible.” Chuckling, he shakes his head, “You know what, hold that thought, first things first- clearly the fucking loser you were with didn’t know how to get you off. All right, fine. But are you seriously fucking telling me, you haven’t been able to get yourself off?”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to get anymore embarrassed, but I was wrong. “You don’t ask random people personal questions like this. What is wrong with you?”
“I’m not asking random people, I’m asking you.”
“Well it’s none of your business,” I mumble, hating this conversation more and more every second.
I feel him watch me for a few seconds before he opens his stupid sexy mouth again. “Ho-ly fuck! You have never touched yourself, have you?”
“Would you stop looking at me like I’m a damn alien? You know what? Forget it, you’re a jerk.”
I storm off but don’t make it far. “Whoa, not so fast there, Cupcake.” He grabs my arm and pulls me back against him, again my back to his front. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be an asshole. I’m just shocked as fuck right now.”
I relax a little at hearing the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not that big of a deal, Sawyer,” I mumble quietly.
His arms tighten around me, becoming more intimate. When his mouth brushes my ear my heart rate kicks up. “On the contrary, Cupcake, I think it’s a very big fucking deal that someone as beautiful as you has not experienced that kind of pleasure before. It’s an abomination.”
I roll my eyes, “That’s a little bit of an exaggeration there, Evans.” I clear my throat now, feeling incredibly uncomfortable I’m about to admit this, “I’m not real sure I can; maybe there’s somethin’ wrong with me?”
His grip strengthens on my hips, and I gasp when he presses his erection against me. A low growl erupts from his throat, “Believe me, baby, there’s no way there’s anything fucking wrong with you. Let me show you, Grace?”
I tense with surprise from his question. The ache between my legs intensifies and has me desperately wanting to say yes. “Let me touch you, baby. Just that, nothing else, I promise.”
Oh lord, I can’t say no and I don’t want to either. I have thought about his touch for so long…
I nod my head because my throat is too dry to speak. I whimper when his tongue licks my earlobe then tugs it gently between his teeth. “Say it, baby, I want to hear you say it.”
My breathing shallow, my dry throat has my response coming out breathless, “I want you to touch me.”
Sawyer lets out a deep groan, then, before I know it, he’s spinning me around and crushing his mouth to mine.
Oh god!
My knees go weak from the warm connection of his firm lips, and when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth his beautiful, erotic taste floods my senses, leaving me light-headed. My fingers clutch tight in his shirt and I hold on for dear life while he kisses me with a desperation and longing that matches my own.
Reaching down he cups my ass, hoisting me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. The belt, that holds the denim low on his lean hips, hits me right where I need to feel friction. Moaning, I grind myself against the buckle, trying to relieve my ache.
Sawyer rips his mouth away and I gasp for air as he trails hot, wet kisses down my throat. “Jesus, you taste even fucking better than I remember.”
I want to tell him the same thing, but all I can manage is incoherent noises because too many sensations are tearing through my body to form any words. By the chuckle he lets out, he knows it. Walking us over to the couch, he lays me down gently, his big hard body coming on top of mine. My fingers twine in his silky strands, as he trails those sexy lips of his down my neck to my collarbone.
His hand cups my breast through my thin tank top. “Sawyer,” moaning his name, I raise my hips connecting with his hard cock.
He groans, “Fuck, Grace, I’ve waited so fucking long to touch you… lift up, baby.” He sits up just enough to lift my tank top over my head. Lying back down, I watch him stare at me and can’t decipher his expression. Looking down, I turn red when I realize what bra I’m wearing: just a plain white cotton one with cherries on it.
Well darn!
Of course I couldn’t be wearin’ any of my sexier stuff… I clear my throat, “Uh, I didn’t think we were gonna be doin’ this, otherwise I would have worn a different bra.”
When he grins down at me in amusement I close my eyes and groan. “Shut up, Grace,” I mumble quietly to myself.
This makes him chuckle. “Baby, you’re fucking sexy. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing because it’s coming off anyways.”
I giggle, but it turns into a moan when he leans down and kisses me again with that delicious mouth of his. Soon his warm, rough hand runs up my stomach and flicks open the front clasp of my bra, baring me to his stare. Insecurity has me wanting to cover myself. I imagine he’s been with some real beautiful women.
A growl erupts from his chest, “You’re fucking perfect.” Leaning down he closes his hot, wet mouth over my aching nipple and any insecurity I had flies right out the window.
“Oh!” I
cry out in pleasure as he sucks and nips at the tight bud. I arch into his mouth as he goes back and forth between my breasts, tormenting my nipples.
I grab at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. “Take off your shirt.”
He groans and lifts his mouth from my breast. “No, baby. If I take my shirt off, and feel you against my body, everything else will end up following and tonight is just for you.”
Before I can argue he puts his mouth back on my breast and sucks so hard that pain and pleasure become one. “Ah! Sawyer!” I cry out his name, the ache between my legs beginning to feel like torture. I raise my hips into his erection, desperately seeking relief. Suddenly I start to feel a delicious sensation I’ve never felt before, one that has my tummy pulling tight.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!” He pulls his hard cock away from my efforts, making me whimper in disappointment. He brings his mouth to my ear, “You are not going to take away the pleasure of me touching your sweet pussy myself, baby.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth he reaches down and cups me through my shorts. I gasp and he growls, “Jesus, you’re fucking wet! You’re so ready for me to touch you, aren’t you, Grace?”
Oh boy, am I ever.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re ready for my touch.”
“I’m ready,” I pant breathlessly, “I’m really, really ready.”
Chuckling, he slips his hand into my underwear, and freezes. His head rears back in shock, “You fucking wax?”
Uh, is that good or bad? … I clear my throat, “Umm, yes?”
He lets out a half-chuckle, half-groan, “Fuck I never expected that.” He sees me watching him, unsure. “It’s good, baby, really fucking good. So good in fact that this shit’s coming off now.”
Pulling his hand from my shorts he grabs the waistband and begins to slide them down, bringing my panties with it. His eyes turn molten as my most sensitive part is bared to him. I feel extremely exposed, especially since he’s still fully dressed. I attempt to close my legs from his stare but he grabs my knees and forces them open. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Grace, you’re fucking beautiful.”
And when he looks at me like this, I believe him. Grabbing his shirt, I pull him back on top of me. He infuses his mouth with mine again, and this time I give back just as good as I get, our tongues sliding together in a wild tangle. He trails a finger up the inside of my thigh towards my center, then runs it through my wet slit. When he grazes my clit, electricity shoots through my body. I cry out, and would have flown off the couch if it weren’t for his hard body pinning me in place.
“Fuck you’re soaked.” I shiver from his rough voice in my ear. Once his fingers are lubed he inserts one inside of me, then quickly another, and lets out a tortured groan, “And so fucking tight.”
I gasp and whimper in pleasure, his big fingers stretching and filling me in the best way.
“It feels good, baby, doesn’t it? Just wait until it’s my cock invading this sweet, tight pussy of yours. It will feel so fucking incredible, Grace, you will beg for more.”
Oh I don’t doubt it. That arrogant, dirty mouth of his is already making me want to beg for more.
Bracing one arm on the couch behind my head, Sawyer rises up so he can look down at what he’s doing to me. “Watch, baby, watch my fingers fuck your sweet pussy.”
Moaning again from his dirty words, I do what he asks, watching the erotic sight of his fingers thrusting in and out of me. “I’m going to show you how to do this one day, Grace, show you how to pleasure yourself.”
I gasp when he flicks his wrist and curls his fingers inside of me. “That’s okay, you can just do it, I think you will be better at it anyways,” I pant out heavily.
He chuckles, “Oh you better fucking believe I’ll always be better at it. But sometimes I won’t be around when you need it, and you should never go without pleasure, baby.”
Before I can reply he starts pumping his fingers faster inside of me, vanishing all coherent thoughts from my head. When he circles my swollen clit with his thumb, I whimper and arch into his hand. My breathing becomes faster and a delicious feeling begins spreading low in my tummy. “Get ready, baby, because I’m going to make you come so goddamn hard you’re going to fucking scream.”
Oh god! I can feel it; I am on the edge. The pleasure is so intense and so foreign to me; it begins to scare me. “Sawyer?”
I don’t know what exactly I was asking. “Let go, Grace!”
I shake my head frantically back and forth, “I can’t!”
“Look at me!” My eyes snap open at his harsh command and I stare into his savage expression, his green eyes glowing with lust. “Yes you can! Let yourself go, baby, I’ve got you.” Leaning down he takes my beaded nipple into his mouth and bites down at the same time his thumb presses on my clit.
That did it. I shatter into a million pieces and Sawyer was right… I scream as ecstasy flows through every part of my body.
“Fuck yes! That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers.” He groans out the erotic words as sensation after sensation rips through me. He keeps his momentum, dragging out the intensity of my pleasure.
“Again!” he growls, moving down my body.
Huh?
Before I can fully come down from my high and grasp reality, he latches his hot mouth to my wet center.
“Ahhhh!” As my back bows off the couch, he splays his big hand across my lower stomach, holding my hips in place, while his warm, wet tongue devours me.
“Oh christ! You taste so fucking good!” His words vibrate against my already sensitive clit, sending shock waves of agony and pleasure to ripple through me.
Gripping and pulling his hair roughly, I whimper his name. I don’t know whether I want to push him away or bring him closer. His tongue moves in me skillfully, knowing exactly where to lick and how much pressure I can handle. He eats me like he can’t get enough, and I’m starting to get that tight feeling again in my tummy.
“Oh yes!” I clench around his tongue as he spears it inside of me. The exquisite pleasure has my knees falling open and my hips moving to the same rhythm as his mouth. Growling in approval, he slides a hand up to my breast and pinches my sensitive nipple with force. When the sharp, delicious pain shoots to my clit he’s there with his mouth, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth, and it sends me crashing over the edge again. Another scream rips through my already raw throat, and black spots dance before my eyes as white-hot pleasure soars through me.
My body eventually becomes limp and sated. I try opening my eyes, but find them too heavy to force open. I can’t seem to really do anything but heave for breath.
I feel Sawyer slowly move up my body, trailing his soft lips across every part of bare skin he passes. I shiver, goose bumps breakin’ out across my over-heated flesh. I’m shocked my body is even capable of the simple reaction right now.
“Wow!” I pant out breathlessly, finally able to form words, “You’re really good with your mouth.”
He grunts, “Baby, just wait till you see what I can do with my dick.”
I giggle, but it quickly turns into a moan when he leans down, giving me a deep, hard kiss. My pleasure mixed in with his yummy taste, floods my mouth, the combination is incredibly erotic.
I begin to slide my hand up his shirt but he pulls away. Getting up, he grabs the blanket off the couch and drapes it over me. A gasp of surprise leaves my mouth when he picks up my limp, satisfied body. I try to wrap one of my arms around his neck but it slides down to his chest, feeling like Jell-O.
A smug smile graces his sexy lips as he carries me to my bedroom. He lays me down in my bed and I’m surprised when he turns to walk away.
I quickly grab his arm, “Don’t leave. Sleep here with me tonight.”
He looks down at me softly, “I plan to, baby. I’m just locking up, I’ll be right back.” He drags his finger across my cheek before walkin’ away.
Closing my eyes, I smile and revel in my blissful state.
I’m still amazed at the intense pleasure my body just went through. Ingredients start flying in my head for a new pie…
Chocolate covered graham crust
Whip cream
Bananas
Raspberries… no wait, I smirk to myself as I think of a far more appropriate ingredient for the pie: cherries…
“What is going on in that pretty head of yours, Cupcake?”
My eyes snap open to see Sawyer standing over me with a sexy smirk. I quickly realize I’ve had a smile of my own this whole time. He walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down beside me. I don’t miss the fact that he’s still in his clothes and on top of the blankets.
“I’m creatin’ a pie.”
“Oh yeah and what’s this one called?”
I smile and shrug, “Not sure yet. Grace’s First O Pie, Orgasm Pie, Pie of Pleasure…”
“Sawyer Fucking Rocks Pie.”
Gigglin’, I roll my eyes, “Nah, I don’t like that one.”
His smirk spreads to a full smile, “Is it going be good?”
“Oh it’s goin’ to be delicious. No… it’s gonna be explosive.”
He belts out a loud husky laugh, a contagious one that has me joining in. He throws a big warm arm over me and kisses my head. The simple gesture has warmth spreading through my chest. He stares at me with amusement and affection.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I say seriously, but with a smile.
He groans, “Fuck, baby, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you,” he leans in and nuzzles my neck, “you’re fucking perfect, Grace.”
I scoff but his sweet words have my throat feeling tight. Leaning back now he stares at me in question, “Okay, you need to tell me how exactly you have had sex three and a half times. Because, I have to tell you, baby, that number confuses the fuck out of me.”
I roll my eyes, “Because the fourth time we never finished.”
I try to push the memory out of my head; the thought of it has anger bubbling up inside of me.
“Why?” Sawyer asks curiously, but there’s also a hint of anger in his voice. “Wait, does the prick live here? Because if he does maybe you shouldn’t tell me.”