Sweet Temptation

by K. C. Lynn

  She whimpers, grinding down on my dick. I fucking love how she gets off when I talk dirty to her. I pinch her nipples, spurring on more sexy noises that fall past her lips.

  “Is that a yes, Grace?”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” she moans incoherently, causing a smirk to form on my lips.

  “Say it, baby.”

  When she only makes noises again I give her neck a sharp nip and pinch her nipples with more force.

  She gasps, “I want you to touch me.”I lick the sting of my bite away. “Good girl.”

  Bringing my hand to the tie around her neck, I give it a gentle tug, pulling the string free. Tugging the other one at her back, her top falls away, revealing sweet perfection.

  Her head drops to my shoulder, and my groan mingles with her whimper as I cup the bare heavy weight of her breasts, the tight tips scraping across my palms. “I fucking love your tits, Grace, I swear they were made just for me, baby. Just like the rest of you.”

  I coast one hand down her stomach now and slip it in her tiny swim bottoms. The mixture of her arousal and water has my fingers gliding easily through her slit.

  “Mmmmm, Sawyer.”

  Fuck! Hearing her sexy voice moan my name is almost enough to make me come in my fucking shorts.

  Skimming over her swollen clit on my way down, I insert one finger then follow quickly with another. She cries out the same time her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

  “Fuck, Grace! Your pussy is so hot and tight. After I make you come on my hand I’m going to make you come again on my dick.”

  She whimpers and brings one of her arms up to wrap around my neck. I lick and nip her earlobe, grazing the soft flesh with my teeth, the same time I continue to pinch and roll her puckered nipple.

  Keeping my pace, with fast, deep thrusts of my fingers, I move my thumb to stroke her clit.

  Her hips pick up the rhythm, telling me she’s close. “That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel her inner walls grip my fingers. “Oh god, Sawyer, I’m coming.”

  A low growl erupts from my throat at hearing her sob out her orgasm; she bucks her hips, which has her ass fucking my dick. I keep my momentum until the last of her cries dissipate and her body goes lax.

  Not being able to wait a second longer, I pick her up and climb out of the hot water. With one arm around her waist, I grab our towels with the other, and walk us into the house.

  Grace starts planting her sweet kisses along my jaw to my ear, and I let out a groan when she tugs on it with her teeth.

  “Woman, stop that shit before I lose control and fuck you up against the wall.”

  She laughs, finding it funny how hard she makes my dick. Walking into the living room, I flick on the fireplace before grabbing the blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch. I lay it out on the shag carpet in front of the flames, not wanting her to get cold. I’m just about to lie her down on it, when her grip tightens on me. “I want to go on top this time.”

  I look at her in surprise for being so bold. Her face flushes with embarrassment, bringing a smirk to my lips.

  “Um well, I mean, if that’s all right with you?”

  I can’t help it- I fucking laugh. God, she’s sweet, and cute and… Oh fuck what am I saying, she’s just goddamn perfect. “I fucking love that idea, baby.”

  She smiles now, feeling more comfortable. Keeping her against me, I lower us to the floor, with her straddling me. She pushes on my chest, forcing me to lie down. “Damn, Cupcake, look at you, being all forceful trying to have your way with me… I like it.”

  She rolls her eyes but laughs, “I have a feeling you like me any way I am, as long as I’m naked.”

  Isn’t that the goddamn truth? Little does she know I love her anyway she is, clothes or no clothes. But I decide to keep that to myself for right now.

  She leans over me, bringing her sexy mouth to mine, and gives me a kiss that has my dick screaming to be inside of her. My hands cup her tight round ass, bringing her pussy to grind down on my erection.

  Ripping her mouth away she starts kissing her way down my chest. She stops at the few scars, giving them extra attention. I watch her expression turn sad. I cup her face to tilt her head up to me and see her eyes glassy. “No being sad when we’re about to fuck, Cupcake. It’s my number one rule.”

  Her lips twitch, “You have rules?”

  “Yup! And that’s rule number one.”

  “Hmmm and what’s rule number two?” she asks seductively, dragging her hot, wet mouth down to my stomach. She licks the curves and lines of my abs, making me almost lose my shit and come embarrassingly.

  “Rule number two is: time to speed this up.”

  She smirks, knowing what she’s doing to me. Undoing my board shorts she pulls them down achingly slow and grasps my dick with one firm fist. Once my shorts reach my shins, I kick the fucking things off and tug the tie of her bottoms on one side. As soon as they fall free I grab her hips, bringing her hot, wet pussy over me. One of her hands braces on my chest, while the other brings my cock in line with her entrance. Then she slowly takes me, inch by fucking inch.

  I grind my teeth to restrain myself from plunging inside of her. I have never felt anything as good as her. I was serious when I said she was fucking made just for me.

  Grabbing both of her hips I help bring her down until my cock is buried all the way inside of her. Both of our groans fill the air. “Holy fuck you’re so goddamn tight!”

  She gives herself a second to adjust before she starts moving on me. Her rhythm is slow and unsure. Bringing one hand up, I cup her perfect tit, while the other stays on her hip to help guide her.

  I pinch and tug her nipple with force. “Oh god, that feels so good,” she whimpers.

  Rising up, I latch my mouth to her other nipple and moan when she picks up rhythm. “That’s it, baby, fucking ride me.” Another whimper escapes her.

  Looking up, I raise my hands to her hair and pull out the clip she has at the top, letting her hair free. I lay back down so I can get a good view of her, and Jesus what a fucking sight she is. Her expression is soft and sweet, just like her. Her long messy blonde hair tumbles past her shoulders and lies against her perfect tits. The firelight flickers across her bronzed skin giving it a glowing affect. Not being able to restrain myself any longer I grip both her hips and slam up inside of her.

  She gasps loudly, and I’m not sure if it was pain or pleasure, so I still. “You okay, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth.

  “God, yes. Do it again and don’t stop.”

  Sounds like a good fucking plan to me! Without another thought I plunge myself inside of her with slow, hard stokes. Her cries fill the air and our bodies begin to glow with a light sheen of sweat as I pick up speed. When she bites her bottom lip,

  I reach up with one hand and tug it from her teeth. She shocks the shit out of me by taking my thumb into her hot, wet mouth and sucks it, as if it was my cock.

  I become unglued; growling, I fuck the shit out of her like I’ve been dying to. I fuck her so hard and fast that she digs her nails into my chest to hold on.

  Fire and pleasure begin to spread through my veins, and I’m fucking thankful when I feel her pussy start to flutter around me.

  “That’s it, baby, fucking give it to me, Grace; let me feel your sweet pussy milk on my cock.”

  My dirty words were all it took to send her over the edge. She throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy. I watch bliss wash over her sweet, soft face as her pussy contracts around me. It’s fucking beautiful and makes me come harder than I ever have in my life.

  She drops down on me, not being able to hold herself up anymore. I pull her in close and kiss the top of her head.

  A few minutes later, when our breathing returns to normal, she lifts her head giving me one of her sweet smiles. “That was fun!”

  I grunt, “That was more than fun, Cupcake. That was fucking amazing, explosive, awesome… take your pick
.”

  She giggles, “Mmmm, all of the above.”

  “Agreed!” Rising up, I press a hard kiss to her mouth.

  I want to cry like a fucking pussy when she lifts up, pulling my cock out of her. When she begins to get up, I grab her and pull her to me, “Where the fuck are you going?”

  “To clean up, Mr. Nosy.”

  I grab the towels I brought in earlier. “Here, use this. I don’t want your sweet ass going anywhere.”

  I’m satisfied when she grabs the towel, until she wraps it around herself and gets up. “Hey! What the fuck did I just say?”

  She rolls her eyes, “I ain’t cleaning up in front of you, Sawyer. So stop bein’ bossy and sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

  “Well the least you could have done is walk there naked and give me a damn show,” I grumble at her retreating back.

  Shaking my head at Sawyer’s last comment I walk into the bathroom, and even lock the door behind me, not trusting him to come in and force me back there…

  Not that I would really fight it, because I was already missing the feeling of his hard, warm body.

  Being quick, I use the bathroom and clean up. When I walk back out he’s sitting up on the floor, with his back against the couch, a blanket wrapped loosely around his hips.

  I stay where I am and watch him for a minute as he stares into the fire, lost in thought. The orange flames flicker over his strong sexy body and handsome face. He really is the most beautiful man… inside and out.

  “Are you going to check me out all night or are you going to come join me?”

  He looks up at me with a cocky smirk, and my face heats with embarrassment for getting caught. I roll my eyes trying to play it off, “How did ya know I was here? You didn’t even look.”

  “I know everything, baby, now get your sweet ass over here,” he opens the blanket for me to join him.

  Smiling, I walk over and straddle him so we’re face to face. As I do, he rips the towel from me.

  “Hey!” I try swiping it back, but of course I’m not fast enough. “You don’t need it,” he replies, bringing the blanket up, around me.

  I fold it under my arms since I’m warm enough from the fire and Sawyer. Pulling me close, he brings us chest to chest, our faces only a mere inch from one another. His green eyes bore into mine as he reaches up and cups the side of my face tenderly. The small gesture warms my heart and makes me feel cherished. Not taking my gaze from him, I lay my hand over his and turn my face slightly to kiss the inside of his palm.

  “Let’s stay here and never go back,” I whisper softly, not knowing where the words come from, but I realize they’re partly true.

  “Why?”

  “Because here is happy and safe. Here it’s just you and me, where nothing can take this away from us,” I take a deep breath before continuing, “I have barely thought about him the whole time we’ve been here, Sawyer. I’m scared what awaits us back home.”

  His expression turns deadly serious, “I’ll tell you what awaits us when we go back, Cupcake: our friends, Chuckie, Mac. Wherever we are, I promise, you will always be safe and happy. I meant it when I said I won’t let anyone fuck with this, Grace, no one will ever take this from us. Okay?”

  I nod and swallow thickly, feeling bad for not thinking about everyone else, because I do need them too. Especially Chuckie. Leaning in, Sawyer gives me a soft kiss.

  “I promise we will come back, maybe next time I’ll teach you how to play hockey,” he says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

  “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, could ya imagine me in all that gear? I couldn’t even stand up without all that heavy stuff on me. I’d be scared to see what would happen if I was loaded with equipment.”

  We both chuckle at the thought of that. Him bringing up hockey has me thinking about something else I’ve wanted to know about him.

  “What made you decide not to keep playing hockey and join the Navy?”

  His easy smile slips a little, “It was my dream to be a professional hockey player for as long as I can remember. I had scouts looking at me from the time I was thirteen years old. Nothing ever made me second-guess it… until 9/11. I was still pretty young when it happened, around fifteen, but I’ll never forget the impact it had on me. I remember my mom crying for days about it. We had some guys from the army come and talk at the high school, trying to recruit seniors. Listening to them, well, it just made me realize that everything I thought that was so important in life actually wasn’t. Cade and I talked about it after they left; he said he had always planned to do something like that after high school but was more interested in the Navy. So that day I went home and read all there was to know about it. I knew right away I wanted to do it too. I called Cade that night and told him I was in, that after high school we would go together, and we did. Much to my dad’s disappointment, as you know.”

  I smile now, thinking about him and Cade at a younger age. “How long have you been friends with Cade?”

  His easy smile returns, “Since the first day of second grade. We were the most unlikely duo. I was a kid from a good family who had money, and well… let’s just say Cade was the opposite. One day, after school, three older kids were picking on him at the playground, so I walked up and beat the shit out of all three of them. I saved his life. After that he followed me around everywhere I went. No matter what I did I couldn’t get rid of him, so I thought: ah what the hell, I’ll be his friend.”

  I stare at him a second before I burst out laughing, “You’re lying!”

  He looks at me, affronted, “I am not! You should have seen me, baby, I kicked major ass.”

  Continuing to laugh, I shake my head, knowing he’s lying. “Okay, okay, it was actually the other way around, but don’t judge, Cupcake, I was small for my age, believe it or not. I didn’t get all this until closer to junior high.”

  I have a hard time picturing Sawyer small for his age, considerin’ what a giant he is now. “So you followed Cade around until he became your friend?”

  “Wouldn’t you?” he asks, looking at me like I’m crazy, “the guy kicked the shit out of all three of those fuckers for trying to steal my new Pumas. I decided right there that he was going to be my friend, and I was going to bring him everywhere I went, which I did. At first he tried acting like he didn’t want to be my friend, but of course it didn’t take long before he realized I wasn’t going anywhere. In the end he decided to give in, and we have been best friends ever since.”

  With a big smile I wrap my arms around his neck. “That’s a great friendship story. I’m glad y’all met, and he was able to save your Pumas for you.”

  He grins, “Me too, baby. My mom had just bought those for me, she would have been pissed.”

  I giggle again, but it fades as I tread into darker territory, “Can I ask you somethin’?”

  “Anything, Cupcake.”

  “How did Cade’s sister die?” His expression turns to stone, his eyes become cold and hard. I immediately regret asking. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

  He shakes his head, as if pulling himself out of some sort of turmoil, “No, it’s fine. It’s just… I have never told another soul this story, but I will tell you. But don’t ever bring it up to Cade, okay? Because it’s something that will send him right over the fucking edge; it’s why he never talks about it.”

  My stomach turns to lead and I swallow nervously, knowing what I’m about to hear is going to be awful.

  “He comes from a real shitty family. His dad died a few years after we met, drove into a tree when he was drunker than shit. It was one of the best things that ever happened to Cade. We never talked about it much but I knew his dad beat the shit out of him. Sometimes so bad that he would be in bed for days. Anytime I tried bringing it up he would flip out. He didn’t want anyone knowing, all he cared about was taking care of his sister. She was eight years younger then him… a surprise I guess you could say. And the cutest little thing you ever met. Anyways, hi
s mom was always messed up but even more so after his dad died. Over the years she dated assholes that were just like Cade’s father, then she hooked up with a real crazy fucker: a guy who called himself a minister and acted as if he was God. He owned a commune that was only a little ways from here. This commune was all sorts of fucked up, of course Cade didn’t know how fucked up at the time. Not until it was too late.” Pain washes over Sawyer’s face and he blows out a breath before continuing, “Listen there’s no easy way to say this and if I gave you all the details it would take me days, so I’m just going to say it… The guy raped his little sister when she was only seven years old. She died from complications surrounding the rape.”

  I gasp in horror, “Oh my god! Sawyer, that’s so awful.”

  My heart breaks for the little girl, and most of all Cade. “What happened to him? To the guy?”

  He stares at me for a second before answering, “Cade killed the motherfucker.”

  “Oh my gosh…” I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised. I don’t know Cade well, but from what I do know, there is no question that he seems capable of it. Especially if it was to protect his family.

  “He was fifteen when it happened. He walked in on the son of a bitch doing it.”

  “Oh God!” I know I already said that but I can’t find any other words.

  “To say the guy has had some shitty fucking luck is an understatement. It’s also why you will never ever see him step foot in a church. It’s illogical, especially since the asshole wasn’t any kind of figure of God, but Cade associates it with that. That’s why it shocked the fuck out of me when the only chick to ever get under his skin was a church girl.”

  “He dated a religious girl?” Wow, I didn’t see that coming.

  “Not exactly. He met her in Iraq. She was on a mission trip with her church. She was the rescue mission we went against orders for, with the admiral, and ended up walking into a fucking ambush, which was how we were held captive.”

  I remember Julia telling me about the rescue mission, but I didn’t realize the girl was someone Cade cared about. Reaching up, I cup the side of his cheek, “Do you miss it? The Navy?”