24. Sawyer

Chapter 24

Sawyer

I stare at Violet, my breathing fast and labored, and she stares right back. Tension sizzles between us, so strong and palpable that I swear I can feel it arcing through the air. Or maybe that’s the voice in the back of my head telling me that I absolutely shouldn’t be here, that I should go back to my room before I do something I can’t take back.

But my eyes drink in every detail of her appearance anyway. She looks mussy and disheveled, her hair tousled—probably from writhing on the bed when she came. Her cheeks are still flushed, and I can tell from how quickly her chest is rising and falling that she’s still finding it hard to breathe too. The smell of sex radiates off her, mixing with her almond and cherry scent, invading my nose and traveling right to my cock.

It’s fucking intoxicating.

I was already hard before I knocked on her door, but now my dick is throbbing almost painfully.

As I walked from my bedroom to hers, I kept telling myself it was just because I wanted to see her—to see how beautiful she looks after an orgasm. As I raised my hand to knock, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t touch her. Reminded myself that I can’t touch her, no matter how badly I might want to.

I try to remember all of those promises and reminders as I stand in the hallway with Violet staring at me, her hazel eyes dark, her lips parted. Her tongue darts out to wet them, and that tiny movement snaps the last threads of my restraint.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, my voice a low rasp.

Then I step forward, reaching out to tug her toward me at the same time. Our bodies collide, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing my mouth against hers. Her lips are soft and full, and the lingering scent of her shampoo sweeps over me, making me want her more. She stiffens at first, as if surprised by the suddenness of my movement—then she melts against me, her body molding to mine perfectly.

Still kissing her, I step farther into the room, walking her backward so I can kick the door closed behind us.

When it does, I spin us around to pin her back against it, one hand cushioning the back of her head so she doesn’t hit it on the door. We part for a few seconds, both of us gasping, and her eyes flame as she stares right into mine. I’ve never seen this side of her before, but now that I have, I’m never going to be able to forget it.

Our mouths collide again, wild and hungry, as our hands roam over each other’s bodies.

“You taste so fucking good,” I breathe against her lips before breaking away briefly to tug her oversized sleep shirt over her head and toss it aside.

A groan vibrates in my chest. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing her totally naked, but it feels like it. I step back to admire her, my eyes lingering on her peaked nipples and round breasts with the thin red line between them, the curve of her waist and the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy. All I can do is shake my head in disbelief at how fucking stunning she looks. Now that I can actually take in the details, I’m almost overwhelmed by how perfect she really is.

I’m almost a foot taller than she is, and the difference in our sizes feels even more pronounced in this moment, as I take in her lithe, delicate form. My eyes move slowly from her feet up to her eyes. When our gazes meet, she swallows hard, and it makes my cock twitch.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do this,” I murmur roughly.

Violet presses away from the door, closing the distance between us. Her bare chest presses against mine as she winds her arms around my neck, and the feel of skin against skin sends a rush of heat through me. My cock strains against the confines of my boxer briefs and sweats, aching to get closer to her.

“You’re not the only one,” she whispers. “I have too.”

Her words unravel me. I can’t control myself anymore. My arms wrap around her, pulling her even closer as my clothed cock grinds against her stomach. She whimpers, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and lifts one leg to wrap it around me. It drives me crazy, so I scoop her up by the thighs and wrap both her legs around my waist to hold her in place as I roll my hips, our bodies moving in sync as I put friction on her clit.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” she whimpers. “I’m so sensitive. That feels… so fucking good.”

The reminder that she’s already come for me once tonight—even if I wasn’t here to see it—makes a hungry, possessive sound rise in my throat. I grip her thighs tightly, working my hard cock against her pussy and letting her feel my piercings as her arousal slowly starts to soak the fabric of my pants.

“You’re wet,” I rasp. “Is that for me?”

“Yes.” She kisses me again, her tongue tangling with mine as she undulates in my arms, grinding against me as if she’s getting close to coming all over again. “Yes. It’s all for you. Fuck, please…”

“I’ve got you.”

Gritting my teeth against the urge to throw her on the bed and fuck her right now, I draw my head back a little, letting her catch her breath and ease back from the peak as I gaze at her.

My eyes travel slowly up her torso, drinking in her beauty. All the angles and soft curves that her dress clung to so beautifully are just as perfect as I thought they’d be. Her abdominal muscles flex as she uses her legs to grip me, and her breasts are flawless, the nipples firm and responsive as I bring one hand up to toy with them.

Finally, my eyes meet hers. “Fuck, heartbreaker. You’re so damn gorgeous. I want to taste you.”

She nods, her throat working as she swallows, so I turn and carry her to her bed. The covers are a bit disheveled, and when I spot the vibrator that’s still resting on one side of the bed, all I can think about is how incredible she must have looked lying there with her legs spread, taking care of herself.

I lie her down on her back and stand at the foot of the bed like I’m about to kneel at an altar to worship a goddess. But Violet keeps one hand crossed over her chest as if she’s suddenly embarrassed to let me see all of her. I frown, crawling up to hover over her and gently taking her wrist, then lifting it to my lips to kiss her palm.

As I do, I realize what she was trying to hide.

The scar from her heart surgery.

It’s clear that she’s self-conscious about it, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s as gorgeous as the rest of her. More so, maybe, because it’s thanks to that scar and the life-saving surgery she had that she’s here with me right now. That scar represents her brush with death, and all the strength it took for her to come back from it.

“Sorry.” Violet winces when she realizes that my gaze has dropped to her scar. “It’s ugly. I know I’m not perf?—”

I interrupt her with a hard kiss, pressing my lips to hers to cut off her words. I keep kissing her until she softens beneath me, arching her back and sliding her tongue against mine as she gasps for breath. Once I’m sure I’ve made my point without words, I draw back, my face just inches from hers.

“You are perfect,” I tell her firmly, my voice low. I lower my mouth to her chest and place my lips tenderly at the top of her sternum where her scar starts. “Every inch of you is beautiful. Including this scar. Especially this scar.”

I lightly kiss my way down the long red mark, my tongue dragging over and between her breasts. She seems to relax a little bit more with every feather touch of my lips, with every flick of my tongue, and it brings a smile to my face as I move down to the bottom of her scar.

“This mark proves that you’re a fighter,” I breathe. “And that’s one of my favorite things about you.”

She shivers, her fingers sliding through my hair, and I tease and taste her a little longer, sucking her breasts into my mouth and flicking her nipples with my tongue. My hands trail down her thighs as I finally move lower, kneeling between her legs as they fall open to either side of me. My fingers brush the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, summoning goosebumps to the surface, and I clench my jaw as I breathe her in. She’s so intoxicating—all of her—that I almost can’t bear it.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, and I’m not even sure I do deserve it, but I’m not about to stop now. I wasn’t kidding when I told her she deserved so much better than Ethan, and I’m determined to show her how much I meant it. How much she’s worth, and how seriously I take that.

Gripping her knees, I spread her legs even wider for me, and she gazes down the line of her body at me, watching me with hooded eyes. Once I have her right where I want her, I slide my hands back up, resting them on either side of her pussy, framing it like the work of art it is. I don’t want to rush. I want to appreciate every fucking moment of this, so I start slow, dragging my tongue up her slit from bottom to top. She whimpers, throwing her head back as her hips move toward me, seeking more.

She tastes like fucking heaven, so I do it again, sliding my tongue deeper between her folds to taste more of her. She makes another noise, and I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit before lifting my head.

“Were you really thinking of me while you used that?” I ask, jerking my chin toward the vibrator on the bed beside her.

Her face flushes, but she nods, glancing down at me. “Yes.”

Heat surges through my veins at her admission. The gorgeous flush on her cheeks deepens, and my cock swells. Not that I doubted it, but with my hands on her like this, I can feel her pulse pumping, and it can’t lie. It’s telling me everything her words can’t. She really has wanted this as badly as I have.

“I was so fucking jealous of that damned vibrator,” I tell her honestly, my voice hoarse as I lap at her again. “And I was so fucking hard that I almost came just from thinking about what you were in here doing to get yourself off.”

“I was thinking of you too,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling faster.

A possessive grin curves my lips. “Good girl. What were you thinking about me doing?”

I spit on her clit as I finish speaking, making her gasp as her pupils blow wide.

“I was thinking…” She lets out a soft, breathless sound as I start thumbing her clit, encouraging her. “Of you on top of me. Kissing and—” Her voice breaks off in a moan as I stiffen my tongue and plunge it inside her. “A-and touching me.”

“Like this?” I ask as I give her clit a messy kiss and then drag my tongue down her slit. She inhales sharply and lets it out with a shudder, then locks her eyes on mine.

“Just like that. More. Please, don’t stop.”

No fucking chance of that .

My cock is screaming at me, desperate for release. Desperate to feel her. But still, I take my time. I press a finger into her, and the look of shock and pleasure that blooms on her face makes my balls tighten. Before she can adjust, I lower my mouth to her clit, dragging the tip of my tongue around and across it as I press another finger into her. I feel almost possessed, desperate and hungry in a way I can hardly remember being before, nearly feral with the need to make her come.

“Holy shit! Oh my god, Sawyer, what are you—?” She lifts her head off the bed a little when I curl my fingers, her eyes wide as her inner walls clench around me.

I grin up at her, licking my lips. “Has no man ever found your g-spot before? Oh, heartbreaker. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I curl my fingers again, working her g-spot, and Violet starts to shiver and shake, her hips rolling in a rhythm to match mine. My mouth goes back to her clit, and I tease that sensitive little nub as my fingers keep moving, assaulting her with pleasure from all directions.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She chants the word softly, repeating it over and over as she grips my hair, tugging on the strands so hard that my scalp stings. I fucking love it.

I don’t let up, devouring her as if she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat in my entire life, listening to her noises become more frantic and breathless.

Fuck, she’s close .

“Let go. Fucking soak my face. Come on, heartbreaker. Come for me,” I encourage her, my voice muffled against her clit as I work her g-spot with more force and speed.

I can’t get enough of her. I’ve held myself back for so long, berated myself for even daring to think about Violet like this, and now that I have her spread out and shaking beneath me like this, I’m greedy for her. I’m not going to stop until she falls apart on my tongue and my fingers, like I’ve dreamed of way too many times.

I suck her clit into my mouth, working it with my tongue while I keep massaging her g-spot, and she arches her back, pressing herself harder against my mouth and grinding against my tongue. Little whimpers spill from her lips, building into a crescendo as she gets closer to hitting her peak. Her hands claw at my scalp as if she’s looking for something to anchor her, and her thighs tense, her muscles shaking.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl. “Do it, baby. Come.”

And she does.

I can feel the exact moment when her orgasm hits, cracking through her body like a whip. She cries out softly, her inner walls tightening like a vise, squeezing my fingers as I keep stroking her g-spot to work her through the pleasure.

“Sawyer!”

She quietly cries out my name as she half sits up, her thighs clamping around the sides of my head. As her climax slowly peaks and works its way through her body, she whispers my name over and over again, her nails digging into my scalp as she tosses her head from side to side. But I don’t even feel the small sting of pain. The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and desperate, is the only thing that registers.

It might be the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard.

And I’ll never fucking forget it.