“Later.”
His hand slips under my tank top and skates up my back. When he gets to my shoulders, he pushes me down to meet his lips and I moan, my hips moving on their own now as his fingertips dig into my skin.
“Sawyer,” I moan, ripping away from his kiss and he groans as he leans in and nips at my neck while he reaches over to fumble for the door handle.
“Fuck.”
He finally gets the door open and he grabs my ass, holding me up as he stumbles out of the truck. Grabbing his face between my hands, I steal desperate kisses as he carries me to the cabin and up the stairs of the front porch before he presses my back against the wall.
“Shit. My keys are in the truck.” He lowers me to my feet and smacks my ass. “Don’t you go anywhere.”
I glance around as he jumps to the ground, skipping the stairs completely, and smile as I strip my tank top over my head and unbutton my jeans before he turns back around with the truck keys in his hand.
“Don’t you dare take anything else off without me,” he growls, charging back toward me with a predatory look and I let out a giggle as he wraps one arm around my waist and unlocks the cabin with his other hand. Inside, he sets me down and as I walk over to the bed, I shove my shorts down my legs. He sucks in a breath and I grin.
“You trying to put on a show, baby?”
I peek over my shoulder at him. “Maybe. Do you want me to stop?”
“Absolutely not,” he groans, his eyes glued to my ass as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs before leaning back against the closed door and wrapping his hand around his thick cock. Holy fuck. Pure, undiluted desire races through my bloodstream and steals my breath as I turn to face him and watch as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his shaft.
“Sawyer.”
He closes his eyes, his face bathed in pleasure, as he nods. “Say it again.”
“Sawyer,” I purr, taking a step toward him as I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. He opens his eyes just as it falls to the floor. Hunger and need rage in his blue eyes as he rips his shirt over his head, displaying his damn near perfect body and making me feel so powerful. His eyes never leave me as I close the distance between us and smile before dropping to my knees and peeking up at him.
“Juliette,” he breathes. I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his length, giving it one quick stroke, as he shudders and slides his hand into my hair. The anticipation on his face fans the fire burning inside me and I lean forward, letting my lips hover just above the head while he watches and his body tenses. When I pull back again, he relaxes with a frustrated groan. “Juliette.”
“Oh, I think that’s my favorite way I’ve heard you say my name.”
He shakes his head and closes his eyes before knocking his head back against the door and I take advantage of the distraction, leaning forward and running my tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip. The hand in my hair tightens and he hisses, his hips bucking forward.
“Turn about is fair play, angel,” he warns me and my heart skips a beat at the thought as I lean in again and take him into my mouth. A loud groan rips through him as he throws his head back and I resist the urge to smile as I close my lips around his length and suck.
“Motherfucker,” he breathes, tugging on my hair a little and moisture pools between my thighs as he takes control, thrusting his hips forward as he holds my head steady. He hits the back of my throat and groans again as another shudder runs through his body. As he thrusts again, I wrap my hand around the base and tease the underside of his cock with my tongue before sucking hard and I swear, his knees almost buckle. I glance up and meet his eyes. He hisses a curse, pulling his length out of my mouth before yanking me to my feet and wrapping his arm around my waist as he slams his lips to mine.
Moaning, I hook my leg over his hip as his tongue tangles with mine and he grabs the other leg, effortlessly lifting me into his arms. My skin tingles with need as he grabs my ass in his hands, his fingers so close to my pussy but just out of reach, driving me crazy. I buck my hips, trying to convey what I need to him and he grins as he gently skates his fingers over my panties.
“Yes,” I gasp, tearing my lips from his and he groans into my neck as he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down on the bed with my ass right at the edge before dropping to his knees in front of me and hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties as he meets my eyes. His expression screams raw, primal need and makes me moan as I drop my head back on the bed and close my eyes. The light brushes of his fingertips against my skin as he slowly lowers my panties down my legs heighten every single sensation until I’m on the verge of screaming.
I need relief…
I need this.
I need him.
“Sawyer,” I beg and he moans as he climbs up my body, kissing and licking a path across my skin as he goes and my heart thunders in my ears as my hands shake.
Oh, God.
He kisses up my neck, sending goose bumps racing across my flesh, before he claims my lips again, kissing me like he owns me, like I’m his to do with as he pleases, and I have no trouble complying with that. Not when it feels this damn good to have him on top of me. Planting one last quick kiss on my lips, he starts kissing down my body again and I whine as I reach for him, trying desperately to get him back where I want him but he just laughs as he slips between my legs and runs his hands up the inside of my thighs.
“You want some relief, angel?” he asks and I cry out as I nod.
“Yes.”
I can feel his breath on my pussy as he brushes his thumb over my clit and my entire body jerks like I have been electrocuted, sounds like I’ve never heard spilling from my lips. He nips at my thigh with a groan and just when I think he’s going to tease me some more, his mouth is on me. I scream, my entire body bowing off the bed and he presses down on my hips as he starts flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I chant, digging my fingers into his hair as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and my hips buck again. “Sawyer, please.”
It’s too much.
My body is swamped with too many sensations to name or try to pin down and it’s skirting dangerously close to torture.
“Sawyer,” I cry again when he seems intent on continuing his torment. He growls and climbs up my body, dragging his hands over my damp skin as he goes and I struggle to breathe as my pussy throbs with need and my skin aches to feel his touch. I look up and meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”
With a groan, he presses his lips to mine as his cock brushes against my core and I lift my hips off the bed but he moves away.
“You have no idea how much I love hearing you beg me,” he whispers and I close my eyes as I shake my head back and forth.
“No more, please. I need you.” When I open my eyes again, a tear trickles down my cheek and he moans as he kisses it away.
“I need a condom,” he says, jumping up from the bed and running to his jeans by the door before grabbing one and coming back to bed. He stands over me, stroking himself a few times before he rips the packet open with his teeth and slides the condom on. When he’s back between my legs, he leans down and kisses me again, softer this time like I’m the most precious thing in his life and I gasp as he slowly buries himself inside me. My body arches off the bed and my eyes close as I try to cling to him, my hands slipping across his skin.