“Want you.” His voice was muffled between kisses. “So fucking badly.”
“Please” was all I said. It was practically all I’d been thinking over and over since sucking him off. I wanted more. I wanted him fully naked.
I wanted him stroking deep inside of me.
The thought surprised me since I hadn’t bottomed for anyone in years. Something about Sawyer made me want to feel whatever he wanted to do to me. For once, there was no pressure to take charge. I expected to feel wrong-footed with the change in dynamic, but I didn’t. Sawyer was dominant and sure, especially now that things were physical between us again.
He began stripping my clothes off without hesitation, completely confident in the direction we were going. I felt a little dazed, to be honest. I’d wanted him again desperately, but I hadn’t actually thought it was going to happen.
“I don’t have condoms,” I blurted.
He glanced up at me from where he’d crouched down to slide my boxer briefs off. His full lips widened into a sultry grin. “I’ll handle it. I just want you to lie here and enjoy yourself. You did all the work last night. It’s my turn now.”
Did that mean he had a condom? Did he know I wanted to be fucked, or did he expect me to fuck him? Or maybe he wasn’t planning on anal but wanted oral instead. Or maybe something altogether different. “But—”
Sawyer surged upward and took my mouth in his again, effectively cutting off my upcoming nervous chatter. I had no idea why I felt so restless with him all of a sudden. We’d been here before. Kind of.
But maybe we needed to clarify what this was and what it wasn’t. I needed to be clear that I wasn’t looking for anything other than rebound sex. Obviously. Sawyer lived in Cape Cod, and I lived in New York. Our lives were as far apart as they could be and… and…
As soon as Sawyer’s hand grabbed my dick, all the thoughts disappeared from my head like a pin jabbing a soap bubble.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear as he began to stroke me. “Stop thinking all those thinky thoughts and let go, sexy.”
With his hand on my cock, he led me to the bed, pushing me back until I was prone beneath him. He climbed over me, his gaze hot and his smile wolfish, like he was starving and I was a feast spread out before him. He was predatory in the way he moved, in the way he took his time, in the way he kept his eyes on mine as he kissed his way up my inner thigh, watching me all the while. When his mouth finally met mine again, I was whimpering and panting, trying desperately not to beg. But I would have. If that’s what he’d wanted, if that’s what he’d asked, I would have done anything for him in that moment.
Which is why I groaned in pleasure, precum leaking from my cock when he pinned me with his eyes and told me what he wanted.
“Turn over on your stomach, James.”
12
Sawyer
There was a part of me that thought I should walk away, put some distance between me and the man sent here to destroy the Gilley legacy. But there was not a single cell in my body that could leave this man’s sexy naked body and the addictive noises he was making. My hands couldn’t touch enough of his skin. My tongue couldn’t capture enough of his taste.
When I was young, my cousins and I would race to the wild honeysuckle vine in Karlie’s backyard and pinch the end of the honeysuckle blooms off before pulling the little string out to get a taste of the sweet nectar inside. It was never enough. Those tiny trumpet flowers were the greatest tease of my childhood, and now I felt like James’s body was like the honeysuckle blossom.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to taste him over and over and over again until I was full of summer and sunshine and sweetness.
My lips moved up his spine to the nape of his neck and over to his ear. “Please tell me I can fuck you.”
He moaned, his fingers curling against the mattress. “God yes. Yes.”
I moved off the bed and found my wallet while James reached under the pillow and produced a bottle of lube. I couldn’t help but grin. “What were you doing in bed earlier, James? Hm?”
He grunted and tossed the bottle my way without looking at me. His singular focus made me feel light and free. For some reason when I was with him like this—just the two of us without talk of the business—everything else dropped away for a little while.
The pale white globes of his ass beckoned to me. I leaned over and kissed one while sliding the condom on myself. He squeezed his muscles, and goose bumps came up all over his skin, causing me to grin. He was so responsive.
I poured out some lube into my hand and leaned in to start prepping him, all the while trailing nipping kisses up his side and behind his ear. Whispered words of desire slid out of me into the hush of the space between us, and when I saw the clench of his fists in the sheets, I knew they were hitting their mark.
James was tight and tense, but his body was a furnace and I wanted his heat surrounding me.
“Breathe. Let me in. That’s it.” I moved behind him and bent his knees up underneath him, spreading his legs until I had him exactly where I wanted him.
This vulnerable version of him was so at odds with the man who’d laid out the offers of millions of dollars to my uncles only the day before. Was that why I wanted him like this? Was it some kind of messed-up desire to feel control in a situation I didn’t have control of?
As I pressed inside of his body and heard the sharp intake of his breath, I realized how ridiculous that thought was. I didn’t have an ounce of control in this situation.
James owned me in that moment. Anything he wanted from me was his as long as I was allowed to stay right there with him, joined together in the most intimate of ways.
“Keep going,” he choked out. “Don’t stop.”
I knelt up behind him and laid my entire body over the back of his so I could feel our connection from head to foot. Even though he wasn’t as muscular and dense as I was, he was tall and strong, fit and healthy. He had a body I wanted to explore for hours and a personality that seemed to shift from confident to unsure at the press of a button. James intrigued me.
When I finally bottomed out inside of him, I wrapped my arms around his middle and held him for a moment. “Fuck you feel good. How do you feel this good?”
James clutched one of my hands and threaded our fingers together. His breathing was ragged, and his hands were trembling slightly. The squeeze of his body was making it hard to think, and suddenly my throat felt thick as I realized this wasn’t at all what I’d had in mind when I’d decided to have sex with him.
There was nothing casual about the way I was feeling, because it wasn’t enough. I felt like there would be no such thing as enough of his body, enough of pulling those noises out of him with my hands and mouth. Maybe I was simply suffering the results of a dry spell and had forgotten how good sex was in general. Maybe it wasn’t James at all, but my own need for release.
His body squeezed mine until I grunted and moaned. James moved my hand down to his hard cock and held on while I stroked him hard and fast since this was about to be over way too quickly.
I bit back some of the words that begged to tip off my tongue, questions about when we could be together like this again, how long he was staying, how we could continue to separate the reality of our business situation from the connection I felt with him in bed.