25. Violet

Chapter 25

Violet

I shudder through the last of my orgasm and slump back on the bed, my fingers still wound up in Sawyer’s hair. My eyes slowly flutter open, and the ceiling seems to spin as I gaze up at it with blurry vision. Every nerve in my body is screaming, totally overcome with pleasure, and I can barely breathe.

But Sawyer isn’t finished with me yet. Although he lightens the pressure and slips his fingers out of me, he keeps dragging his tongue through my folds, licking and lapping at me as if he can’t bring himself to stop. Each touch of his tongue is electric, lighting my skin up with goosebumps and making my entire body jolt. I’m so sensitive that if he keeps this up, he could make me come again with just these light licks.

Even though he just gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life—definitely even better than the one I gave myself before he got here—part of me still can’t believe this is real. It all happened so quickly. Not that long ago, he and I were on a double date with two different people, seemingly determined to start something with anyone but each other.

Now here we are, sweaty and turned on and firmly out of the bounds we’ve been clinging to for weeks.

A pang of anxiety hits me at that realization, although it barely pierces through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. I don’t know how this is going to change things between us, but I know it will. It’s inevitable. I’m supposed to be just his nanny, with clearly defined roles and boundaries, and what we just did smashed all of them to pieces.

But now that we’ve soared right past those boundaries into uncharted territory, I realize this might be the only night we spend together like this—and that means I can’t afford to waste a second of it. We can figure out where the hell we go from here later.

I force myself back up on my elbows to stare down at him as he keeps lapping at me, dragging his tongue over my pussy with long, indulgent swipes. My clit is so sensitive that it feels like an electric shock every time he grazes against it, but even so, I can feel a fresh stirring of arousal low in my gut.

Still, as easy as it would be to let him keep going until he makes me come again… I want more.

I tug gently on his hair until he glances up at me through his dark, thick lashes. When our gazes meet, I lick my lips and murmur, “If you’re planning to make me come again, it’d better be with your cock.”

Sawyer lets out a deep growl of approval, and his expression turns hungry. A filthy look flashes in his gray eyes. “Is that what you want? My cock inside you?”

With my heart pounding in my ears, I nod. I want it—want him— more than I’ve ever wanted anything, consequences be damned. And now that I’m so close to finally getting it, after the weeks I’ve spent fantasizing about it, I’m not going to let anything stop me.

Sawyer pushes himself up to his knees and tugs his sweats off, tossing them away along with his boxer briefs. His pierced cock juts out from his body, and I bite my lip as he drags two fingers between my slick pussy lips and then uses my wetness to lube his cock, running his fist up and down his length.

I hold my breath as I stare up at him, unable to believe that this god of a man is here, in the flesh. I already knew how unfairly ripped he is, his muscles honed from hours in the gym and on the ice. But I’ve never been able to appreciate how perfectly it all goes together—his broad chest, his lean waist, his powerful thighs and hard abs.

My gaze drops lower, and I can’t help the tiny squeak that escapes my lips. I’ve seen his cock before, but that was an accident, and I truly did try my best not to look that time. Now I don’t have to look away, which is a good thing, because I don’t think I can.

It’s… huge.

It’s probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, thick and long and veiny, and the piercings that line its underside somehow make it seem even bigger, thanks to the length of the studs. The idea of feeling all of that inside me makes my pussy clench with arousal—even as my stomach tightens with a flicker of nerves.

“Do you know what I was thinking about that day when you walked in on me jerking off?” Sawyer asks, his voice husky as he keeps stroking himself, almost teasing me.

“No.”

“I was thinking about you. About how you would taste, how you would sound when you come. But none of my fantasies could even come close to how good the real thing was.”

I shiver, my jaw dropping a little at his admission. “You were thinking about m e ? ”

He nods, his eyes burning in the light of my bedside lamp. “Yeah, heartbreaker. I was. Fuck, I tried not to, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’ve thought about you too,” I confess in a whisper. “About your hands. Your mouth. Your cock. I’ve never seen a pierced one before.” I steal another look at it, my throat suddenly dry, and swallow as I bring my eyes back to his. “Are you sure it will…? Um, you know.”

“What?”

“Fit.”

He smirks, a languid curve of his lips. “Do you want to find out?”

Despite my nerves, I nod immediately. We’ve already crossed the point of no return, and there’s no fucking way I’m stopping this now.

But then I grimace as a realization hits me.

“Shit.” I curse softly with feeling, and when Sawyer shoots me a questioning look, I shake my head. “I don’t have any condoms with me. I wasn’t expecting to need them.”

A surprised look crosses his face, as if he’d forgotten all about that in the heat of the moment, and he reaches up to scrub a hand down his face. “Dammit. I don’t have any either. I haven’t needed them since…”

He trails off, and I try to fight down the wave of disappointment welling inside me.

“That’s okay,” I say, starting to sit up. “We can do other stuff. We don’t have to?—”

“Wait.” He catches my wrist.

I break off, my brows furrowing. “What?”

Sawyer hesitates, gazing down at me for a long moment before he speaks. “I got a vasectomy after Miriam and I had Jake. And I get tested regularly. I’m negative for everything. So, assuming you are too…”

My stomach flutters as I realize what he’s getting at.

“I’ve been tested too,” I whisper. “I’m clean. And I—fuck, Sawyer, I want you so badly.”

The muscles in his jaw ripple, something passing through his eyes. He releases my wrist, holding my gaze as he grips the base of his cock with his other hand. His abs are tight, his muscled chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.

I nod, anticipation swelling in my chest. I’ve never had sex without a condom before—never been with a guy I trusted enough to do that with—but I trust Sawyer. And I can’t stop thinking about what it will be like to have that huge, pierced cock inside me… bare. The idea of the polished, round steel studs dragging against my walls with nothing between us makes my pussy clench, and I reach for him, tugging him down with me as I lie back on the bed.

“Yes,” I whisper, just in case the nod wasn’t enough. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Fuck,” Sawyer groans, sounding almost tortured.

He drops his head to kiss me, gently but with a fiery edge. I whimper against his lips as he grips my knees and spreads my thighs farther apart. The thick head of his cock finds my entrance, and I steal a deep breath between our kisses as I feel him start to press inside. He goes slow, and the breath I just inhaled comes rushing out as my body stretches to accommodate him.

He really is huge. Like, shockingly huge. If I’d gotten a chance to wrap my hand around his shaft, I don’t even know if my fingers and thumb would’ve touched.

I cling to his shoulders, and I don’t even realize that I’m digging my nails into his skin until Sawyer chuckles softly, turning his head to press a kiss to the back of my hand.

“Just breathe, heartbreaker,” he murmurs. “I won’t go any faster than you can take. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

“Oh my god, it’s so much,” I gasp, struggling to keep my eyes open as the intensity of the sensations coursing through my body threaten to overwhelm me.

“I know, but you’re doing so well already. Look.”

Sawyer glances down between us, and I lift my head a little to follow his gaze. Another plaintive sound pours from my lips at the sight of my pussy stretched around him. It’s filthy and intoxicating all at once, and as we both watch, he slides inside another inch. Then another.

“Fuck,” I whisper, squirming beneath him. I feel like he’s splitting me open, like he’s going to touch a part of me that no man ever has before.

“You good?”

“Yes.” I nod desperately.

“Good. You told me you wanted me.” He nips at my lower lip, heat blazing in his eyes. “That you wanted my cock. Do you want half of it, or all of it?”

Arousal spikes in my chest, burning away any hesitation I was feeling before. “I want it all ,” I insist, a hint of a challenge in my voice, and I’m rewarded by Sawyer’s deep chuckle. The sound seems to vibrate through his body and into mine through the connection between us, and something warm pools low in my belly.

With one arm braced on the mattress by my head, Sawyer trails his lips along the line of my jaw.

“Then count,” he murmurs in my ear.

I don’t know quite what he means until he presses his cock in a bit farther only to pull out, and I feel the studs of his piercings slipping out of me. He starts to press back inside, and I do my best to keep count. One, two, three, four, five…

“How many?” Sawyer asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Five,” I reply breathlessly.

“Good girl.” He nods approvingly, sending a burst of sparks through my veins. “But there are plenty more, so pay attention.”

Keeping his gaze fixed on me as if he doesn’t want to miss a second of this, he rocks his hips backward and forward again, driving into me slowly—both to give me time to adjust, and to let me feel more of his piercings working their way inside me.

“Six… seven…”

I whisper each number as another two piercings join the others. The deeper his cock presses into me, the more it stretches me, and the harder it gets to concentrate.

Sawyer pulls out again, almost all the way, and reaches up to cup my jaw. His thumb strokes my cheek. “So fucking good. More?”

“Yes. Oh god. Keep going.” My hands wrap around his back, pulling him closer as I wrap my legs around him too.

“You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Sawyer’s eyes darken until the gray of his irises appears almost black as he sinks into me another few inches. The stretch is so intense that my breath catches in my throat and my eyes shoot open, and he brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “You like that, baby?”

I moan an affirmative, and satisfaction flares in his eyes. “Good. Because I’m not done yet. Don’t lose count.”

“Eight… nine…” I count breathlessly as more of Sawyer’s piercings slip inside me with the matching inches of his cock.

Oh my god, how much more can there be?

The answer comes seconds later when he pulls almost all the way out once again—but instead of pressing back in like he’s been doing, he pauses. I feel like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster, about to go hurtling down the other side, but his expression softens for a moment as he looks at me.

“Goddamn, heartbreaker.” He shakes his head, his thumb tugging gently at my lower lip. “You look more beautiful right now than I think I’ve ever seen you. And that’s saying something.”

My cheeks flush, warmth radiating through my entire body as Sawyer trails his hand down my face to my neck and finally to my scar, which he traces with one finger until he reaches the spot right above my heart. He rests his palm there as if feeling my heartbeat.

It’s pounding in response to his touch, and to the feeling of his cock poised at my entrance, about to fill me up completely. There was a long time in my life when my doctors worried my heart would never beat regularly like this, but I can feel it pumping blood through my veins with its full strength.

It strikes me in a rush that, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel alive .

Since all that shit went down with Elijah back in Chicago, I switched off in a lot of ways. I had to just to get through it, to protect myself. My walls were up so high and strong that even I couldn’t see past them—I couldn’t even see they were there in the first place. But somehow, Sawyer slipped past them without me even noticing.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “All of you. I’m ready. Please.”

A look of hungry determination crosses Sawyer’s face. Lifting his hand away from my scar, he pinches one of my nipples lightly, drawing a soft cry from me as an electric shock of pleasure shoots straight down to my clit—and at the same time, he pitches his hips forward, driving in to the hilt this time.

My cry turns into a low moan, and I cling to him, holding on tightly as he bottoms out inside me.

“Ten,” I breathe, feeling his cock pulse as I squeeze around him. This is the fullest I’ve ever felt, and it’s breath-stealing and incredible at the same time. Sawyer leans down to kiss me deeply.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. I told you I’d take care of you,” he breathes, making me mewl softly. I still can’t believe I took all of him, but when he starts to drag himself out, my breath catches in the back of my throat again. I swear I feel him in every nerve of my body.

“Yes!” I gasp, tilting my head back on the pillow. “Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t.

He keeps moving, fucking me with long, even strokes that make his piercings rub against my inner walls in a way that’s unfamiliar but amazing. I lose myself in the rhythm and sensation of it, and he gradually picks up the pace until he’s driving into me, pushing my breath out of my lungs with each forceful thrust.

The bed creaks softly every time our bodies come together, and our quiet noises fill the room. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, gripping him like I’m afraid I might drift away without something to hold on to, and my eyes squeeze shut, because the pleasure he’s giving me is overpowering.

As if he’s reading my body, Sawyer fucks me even faster, his body clapping against mine, and even though I’ve already had two of the best orgasms of my life tonight, I can feel the telltale signs of another one building.

“Fall apart for me. I want to see you come first,” Sawyer grunts in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “I want to feel you come on my cock, heartbreaker. I need it.”

There’s a raggedness to his voice, an edge of desperation, that makes it clear how true his words are. That thought lights a fuse inside me, pushing me closer to the precipice I know is waiting for me.

“Keep going,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on that little spark as it builds into a flame. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Sawyer, oh my fucking god.”

“Won’t stop,” he grunts, his thrusts growing wilder. “Jesus Christ, you feel so damn good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

And that’s what does it.

The thought that he’s only hanging on by a thread, that he’s barely holding himself back, sends me hurtling over the edge.

My body goes tight, my mouth opening on a silent scream as I fly apart. Pleasure spreads through my limbs all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes as I crash into an earthshaking orgasm.

Sawyer keeps pounding into me, hard and fast, his dark hair falling over his forehead and the tendons in his neck standing out. He fucks me through it, and as the waves of pleasure are still rippling through me, he goes rigid, his cock pulsing inside me.

“Violet! Fuuuuck.”

He groans my name, and my breath catches as I feel the warm flood of his cum. He draws out partway and then slams into me two more times, wringing out the last of his release. When it’s finally over, he collapses on top of me, his breath stirring my hair. My heart hammers against his, and in the aftermath of such intense sensations, my body seems so light that I feel like I’m soaring.

“Wow,” I whisper, and I can feel him smile against my neck.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Wow.”

We lie silently for a long moment as our breathing syncs, as if neither of us has the strength or will to move. Completely boneless and wrapped up in Sawyer’s warm, firm body and the scent of him like this, I start to drift off despite the dull, sweet ache already starting to take hold in my muscles.

My eyes flutter open a few moments later when he gently pulls out of me and rolls off to my side. I fall back asleep briefly, but in the haze between wakefulness and sleep, I’m vaguely aware of him cleaning me up with a warm, wet towel. Then I hear him pad down the hall again.

He’s not coming back .

That thought floats through my head like it’s coming from another room, but I stir out of sleep when the mattress sinks a little, and I blink open my eyes to find Sawyer crawling back into bed with me.

He smiles at me and opens his arms, beckoning me in, so I snuggle up against his chest. He kisses my forehead, and I fall back asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating gently and easily in my ear.