I’m about to tell her no, but she tugs on the waistband of my sweatpants. Given I’m not wearing boxers, my cock springs out, slapping against my navel.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around me.
I clench my teeth because the urge to thrust my hips is too fucking strong to ignore. The head of my dick is so goddamn close to her pussy, a soft breeze could take her virginity.
A shudder rolls through me and I place my hand on top of hers. “You have to stop.”
I don’t think she realizes how much I want her. How much self-restraint it’s taking me not to fuck her.
Especially when her pussy is spread out like a buffet.
As hot as it is…it’s also sweet fucking torture.
I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “Why?”
I thrust my finger inside her. “Because if you don’t, one of two things will happen. One—I’ll walk over to the other side of the room and stay there until I can think straight again. Or two—I will fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, Church.”
“Oh.” She draws in a jittery breath. “Well in that case, I—um, I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be.” Dropping to my knees, I whisper, “You’re about to make it up to me.”
“How?”
“By letting me eat this little pussy.”
The second my tongue comes out for a taste, she makes a strangled sound in her throat. “Oh fuck.”
Yeah. That’s exactly what I want to do.
But since I can’t with my dick, I hold her wide open and fuck her with my tongue instead. Licking her in eager, deep strokes.
“Rub your clit for me,” I instruct. “I want to taste your cum.”
She hesitates for a moment, but sure enough, she starts circling the throbbing little bud with her finger.
Her breathing becomes labored as I swirl my tongue deep inside her, lapping up her arousal.
She pushes her pussy into my face. “Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
Hell, I’m pretty sure not even death could stop me at this point.
I rev up my movements, burying my face in her wetness.
Sawyer goes crazy, bucking her hips. “I’m so close.”
Thick beads of pre-cum form on the tip of my cock and I give myself a languid stroke with my free hand to take the edge off.
“Oh, God, babe. That’s it,” Sawyer moans, gripping the bedsheets.
Babe? Well, then.
She contracts around my tongue so hard for a second I think she’s going to rip the damn thing out of my mouth.
Her body sags against the bed and she starts panting. “Holy shit…that was. So intense.”
Way better than comfortable.
Too bad the same can’t be said for my massive case of blue balls.
When she catches her breath, I grunt, “Remember that offer I turned down before?”
“Yeah.”
“I take it back. I’m gonna need you to play with my cock. Now.”
I swear she laughs as she places her hand back on my dick.
“Hold on,” I tell her.
Turning her head, she looks over her shoulder at me. Fucking hell. Once again, she’s completely oblivious to how gorgeous and sexy she is.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just needs some moisture.”
I dip my finger back inside her and spread her wetness over my length.
Her eyes turn hazy with curiosity as she watches me.
And her interest only turns me on more.
I guide her hand back to my cock. “Much better.”
She starts off slow. “If I tell you something, can you promise you won’t get all cocky about it?”
Absolutely not. “No.” I grin. “But tell me anyway. I like compliments.”
Sighing, she says, “You have a really nice dick.”
My smart-ass retort dies in my throat when she begins jacking me hard and fast.
Jesus. She is good.
Usually, hand jobs are the equivalent of having a burger at a restaurant. You’d much rather have the steak—but hey, it’s still beef, so you can’t really complain.
However, what Sawyer is doing is…fucking amazing.
Perfect amount of pressure. Awesome steady speed. I give her technique a solid ten out of ten.
Not to mention the spectacular view I have of her plump round ass and perfect pussy. Bonus for sure.
My balls tingle in warning. “Fuck. Where can I come?”
“Wherever you want.”
Christ. White hot pleasure sizzles up my spine as she pumps me hard and fast.
Groaning, I clasp her ass cheeks and spread them.
She jerks in surprise, but it’s too late. My cum is already jetting out in thick, hot ropes all over her ass and pussy.
Without thinking, I push some inside her with my finger.
The look on her face is a mixture of shock and arousal. “Did you just—”
“Yup.” There’s no point in trying to deny it. I did what I did. “That happened.”
In all fairness you should never tell a guy to cum wherever he wants unless you seriously mean it.
I brace myself for her to start yelling, but she doesn’t.
What she says next is much worse.
“I’m on birth control. I should be okay, right?”
Shit. Now I’m nervous. Sawyer is my version of a saint and all that’s right with the world, but I am not trying to create the next immaculate conception here.
The fact we’re in a position that requires us to rely on my vast knowledge of the subject is…scary as hell.
Suddenly my lungs don’t seem to work as well as they did a minute ago. “You take it like you’re supposed to, right?”
Nodding, she stands up. “Yup. I’ve never missed a dose.”
My beautiful, smart, sexy, responsible, Bible Thumper.
All is right with the world again.
It feels nice to be able to take in air. “We’re fine.”
She reaches for her bathrobe. “I’m gonna go…clean up. Be right back.”
I should probably call an Uber and get going, but I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye first.
A wave of tiredness hits me and I yawn.
Taking off my shoes, I crawl onto her bed.
I’ll just take a little nap until she comes back.
Chapter 62
Sawyer
Sunlight streaming in from a crack in my curtain rouses me from my slumber.
The first thing I see when I wake is Cole’s gorgeous sleeping face.
He was passed out cold and impossible to move when I came back to my room, so I decided not to disturb him.
Between the championship game and everything else…he must have been exhausted.
As if feeling my stare, he opens his eyes. “Morning.”
I snuggle against his chest. “Morning.”
“Morning,” a voice that sounds like my dad’s drawls.
We both jolt up in bed.
“Daddy, what—”
“Don’t you daddy what me, young lady.” His angry eyes fix on Cole. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my daughter’s bed?”
“Sleeping,” Cole answers matter-of-factly.
Daddy isn’t amused.
“Jolene,” he yells. “Get my gun.”