by T. L. Quinn
My breathing is so erratic, and my heart is pumping a million miles an hour. I’m so fucking turned on. “Sawyer please!” I beg.
He growls at the sound of his name, and his fingers finally part me. I lean my head back against him and moan. He lightly brushes his rough fingers over me again and again. My blood feels like static as it rushes through my veins. My chest pushes out of its own accord, and my muscles tense.
He pulls his fingers back slightly so that they barely brush over my clit over and over. Every time it lightly grazes me, electricity shoots through my body. I’m so close to falling over the edge, and he can tell by my labored breath.
I hear his pants drop behind me, and then I feel his cock up against my ass. I moan at the feel of it rubbing up against me. His fingers pull away momentarily as he pulls my panties down to the ground. Then he is back up against my back, but this time he inserts a finger inside of me and then another.
I let out a breath of relief...or agony. I’m not quite sure. All I know is that it feels amazing.
“Fuck me.” I softly breathe out.
Sawyer speeds up his fingers inside of me and rubs his thumb over my clit. “Not until you fucking cum.” He says harshly. I feel his pre-cum rub up against my back from the tip of his cock. I want him so bad.
He touches me just right like he knows my body better than I do. He probably has learned a trick or two over the years. I moan again. “Is this how you touch your groupies?” I don’t know why I just asked that.
His voice lowers in my ear. “I never touch them. I only fuck them. They come crawling back enough as is.”
Fuck. I know that shouldn’t turn me on more, but it does.
His fingers become so slick that he struggles to keep them inside me. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He releases a harsh breath.
He applies more pressure to my clit, and I tumble over the edge, convulsing around him. I try to stay silent, but he edges me on. “Don’t you fucking dare hold back!” He shouts.
I don't recognize my own voice at the sound I let out as my orgasm reaches its climax. Sawyer slows down his hand, but doesn’t stop completely as I finish. Then, without warning, I’m picked up and fucking thrown forward on the bed.
What the fuck? I’m about to turn around when Sawyer’s voice stops me. “Don’t you fucking move an inch.” He growls out.
My naked body is frozen in place with my ass propped up in the air. I hear Sawyer shuffle through his pants, and the sound of the condom wrapper.
Moments later, I feel him press up against my entrance. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He whispers in my ear, and then he kisses his way slowly down my spine.
His hands run over my ass as he slowly enters me inch by inch. Even though I was already warmed up, the feel of him stretching me apart is fucking fantastic. When he settles all the way in, I let out a little squeak.
He doesn’t move for a moment, and even though I can’t see him, I know he’s smirking down at me. At this moment, I can’t seem to care. He pulls back super slow, but when he enters this time, it is all at once.
And it’s hard.
My face smooshes into the bed as he continues pounding into me. The gasps and squeaks that come out of my mouth are foreign to my ears, but Sawyer seems to like it. My body begins to tremble as the sensations intensify.
He grabs my hair in his fist and yanks my head back off the bed. The sting on my scalp turns me on even more. I want that feeling everywhere.
As if Sawyer was reading my thoughts, his hand comes down and smacks my ass. I open my eyes wide in surprise even though it felt amazing. “Did you just…”
“Yes.” He clips. “And don’t tell me you didn’t like it because you can’t lie to me when I can feel your cunt leak all over my cock.”
Jesus Christ!
I moan loudly. “Do it like you mean it then!” I snap back.
His hand comes down on me harder this time. I bite back my yelp as my skin tingles from where the pain just was. Sawyer stops holding back.
His cock slams into me over and over at a pace that slams my face back into the bed again. His hand slaps my ass repeatedly, and with every one, my pussy clamps around him harder. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Fuck, Blake.” He groans. “I can’t…” He tries to talk again, but it sounds like he is barely holding on. “Fuck!” He shouts so loudly that it pushes me right over the edge.
I clamp down around him and scream out into the bed. He slams into me a few more times, and then the fucking noise he makes when he cums, fucking hell, it pushes my orgasm to a new level.
I swear his orgasm lasted twice as long as most guys as he collapses on top of me. He doesn’t seem to care that he is completely crushing me as he tries to catch his breath. “Get off of me.” I garble through the bed smooshed against my mouth.
He rolls to the side and closes his eyes as his chest heaves up and down. I’m too thirsty to process that I just slept with Sawyer, so I slide out of the bed and throw on one of his hoodies sitting on the chair next to the bed and walk out to the kitchen.
I’m guzzling a glass of water when Sawyer grabs it from my hand and finishes the rest. “Asshole.” I grumble as I go to the cabinet and grab another glass.
“Is that an insult or an invitation?” He smirks at me. He at least had the decency to throw his boxer-briefs back on, but they are hardly covering anything up.
Things were different in the bedroom when he was fucking me from behind. Now that I have to see him face-to-face, my whole world comes shattering down. What the fuck have I done?
I open my mouth like I’m offended, but before I can respond, he walks up behind me and whispers in my ear. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t a naughty girl, Blake.”
I whip around and stare up into his eyes, and he smirks back at me. “You want some spaghetti?”
“What?” I ask, confused. For a second I think this is some weird sex term I’ve never heard of, but then he literally walks over to the cabinet and pulls out some spaghetti.
I laugh. “Who has spaghetti as a snack?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “It sounds good. Don’t pretend like you aren’t going to eat it.”
I know I’m grinning like an idiot again. We spend the next ten minutes cooking some of the most basic spaghetti with jarred sauce and all, but when we sit back down on his bed and take a bite, it is some of the most delicious noodles I’ve ever had.
Sawyer turns on the fireplace and TV, and we sit in silence on his bed eating the pasta. He turns and smiles at me. “Lady and the Tramp me.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m not going to Lady and the Tramp you.”
“Yes you are.” He says as he dangles a noodle so that it slaps against my face.
“Real mature.” I say, but I laugh at the same time.
I open my mouth and suck the noodle in, and he grabs the other side with his. The noodle snaps apart, and I suck the remaining half up into my mouth. Sawyer laughs. “Fuck.” Then he grabs another noodle and we start over.
I have tears streaming down my face when we get to the tenth noodle still with no success. The laughing doesn’t help because it keeps tearing the noodles apart.
“Focus.” He says sternly as he places the newest noodle in my mouth.
I put on a serious face even though I can feel my smile poking through. He smirks at me before putting the other side in his mouth. “I know you’re excited, but I need you to be gentle this time.”
I narrow my eyes at him, showing him I mean business. He places the noodle in his mouth, and we both as slowly as possible suck it into our mouths so that it doesn’t break apart this time.
His eyes stare back into mine as our mouths finally join together, but unlike the Tramp, Sawyer doesn’t let me pull away. He grabs the back of my head as he presses his mouth up against mine.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I let him. His hand runs up against my bare thigh since I haven’t put pants back on yet. I lean forward abou
t to climb up into his lap when he pushes me back.
I open my eyes wide. “Okay. I was not expecting that.”
He gives me a half smile, half scowl. “I only keep one spare condom with me.”
He gets a hopeful look on his face. “Although, I’m sure you were planning on getting some.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Stop calling me a slut. And no, I did not pack condoms on my work trip with my team.”
I roll over and lay on my side so my ass hangs out of the sweatshirt. Sawyer groans behind me. “Don’t tempt me Blake or I will end up coming again whether it’s down your throat or on your tits.”
I quickly pull the blanket up my body and scooch up next to him. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m too sleepy.” I say with a yawn.
“Mhmm.” He says as he lays down next to me. I make it about halfway through the movie playing on the TV while cuddled up next to Sawyer before I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 9
I wake with a start as I try to figure out where I am. I slowly open my eyes and look around the room. Sawyer’s room.
Everything comes flooding back from last night. I turn to my side, but he’s not in bed with me. I place my hand where he was last night, but it feels cold.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s almost eight. I never grabbed my phone last night, so I didn’t set an alarm for this morning. My flight doesn’t leave until two anyway, so I didn’t think it was necessary.
I sit up and place my feet on the floor, and that’s when I notice that all of Sawyer’s stuff is gone from his room. Well, except the shirt I’m still wearing. Strange, did he start packing everything already?
The cabin is eerily quiet as I tip-toe out to the living room. That’s when the realization kicks in. Sawyer is gone. He’s not here. He left.
My emotions run through hurt, followed by anger at Sawyer, followed by anger at myself, back to hurt, and then to embarrassment. Why the fuck did I ever sleep with him? I am such an idiot. I played right into his game, and he did win. Even though he said it’d be a win for both of us, no matter how many orgasms the man gave me, it was always him who wins in the end as I’m left here standing alone like a fucking idiot.
I feel tears prick my eyes, but that is followed quickly by nausea. I stomp over to the kitchen to get some juice. He can only win if I let him win. This doesn’t affect me at all. I can pretend like it never happened.
The pep talk starts to work until I see the note on the counter.
If the cleaning fee wasn’t included, send me the bill. Don’t clean it by yourself.
-S
“Send me the bill, Blake.” I say in a mocking tone. Like him paying for the cleaners would somehow make sneaking out before I woke up all okay, and like I’d actually send him the bill for it. Fuck that. I’d fork out my own money if it wasn’t included before I’d ever ask that man for anything. Better yet, I’d rather get on my hands and knees and scrub this place down before I’d ever rely on him for anything.
I shake my arms out and try to get a grip. Meaningless sex is all I wanted too. It didn’t mean anything last night. Just because it felt like we connected on a different level than before doesn’t mean anything. Fucking Christ, get a grip Blake. I’ve fucking turned into one of Sawyer’s groupies.
Fuck. If that doesn’t motivate me to get control of myself, nothing will.
I walk over to my purse that I threw on the floor last night and grab my phone. My heart sinks when I don’t see any calls or messages from him. I was kind of hoping he had some excuse for leaving without even saying goodbye. Something that could level the playing field not leaving him with such an upper hand.
I sigh as I walk back toward my own room. It probably doesn’t even matter anyway. I let him fuck me. He probably won’t be around much anymore. I guess that’s all I needed to do in the first place to get him to leave me alone.
But do I want to be left alone? Ugh! I was perfectly content before Sawyer had to put all these dumb ideas in my head. I do have friends. I also love my career. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t shut people out. I’m just busy.
I don’t want to be here anymore, so I call the airport to see if there are any earlier flights, and luckily I was able to move mine up by a few hours. I think about last night the whole flight home. I shouldn’t be feeling this attached to it. It must be because I haven’t slept with anyone in a while. My hormones are just out of whack.
That’s it. All I need to do is find someone else to sleep with. Once I do that, I can get rid of all these stupid emotions I’m feeling right now. I hope at least. God, I hope.
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Erin walks up to my desk Monday morning. “You bitch!” She yells at me.
I open my eyes, surprised. “What the fuck did I do?”
She purses her lips to the side and crosses her arms. “You didn’t text me back the whole weekend! The whole weekend that you were stranded with Mr. Sexy himself!”
I roll my eyes and turn back toward my computer. “Sorry. Service is spotty there.”
She sits down on the edge of my desk. “I know the cabin has wifi, and I sent you texts through messenger too!” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Sorry.” I grumble.
Her smile returns. “I don’t want your apology. I want details!”
A throat clears behind her, and she whips around. “Oh.” She says. “Uhm...I’ll talk to you later Blake. I have to uhh....do a thing.” She speed walks away so I am left alone with Sawyer.
His eyes stare back into mine, and I try to hold it as long as possible, but I just can’t. I look away back at my computer. “I thought you’d be out on sales calls today.” I say casually.
He sits halfway on the edge of my desk. “Yeah, I wanted to check in with the team since everything went down. You know, do managery things.”
I give a tight lipped smile. “Sounds good. Let me know if you need anything.” Then I turn back toward the computer.
He doesn’t leave. “Blake…” He trails off, and I turn toward him. “Are we good?” He asks.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “We’re never good. I’ll loathe you until the end of eternity. Nothing’s changed if that’s what you mean.”
He gives a half smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Good.” He taps the desk. “I just didn’t want things to be weird between us. We were just both there alone. It didn’t mea-.”
I cut him off. “Let’s please just forget about it. Never happened.”
I stand from my desk because I can’t look at him anymore, and I have a feeling he’s going to linger a while longer. “Excuse me.” I say as I walk away.
I only make it a few steps when I see Todd’s smiling face. I let out a sigh of relief. Now I have an actual excuse to be leaving Sawyer. “Todd!” I say excitedly. “You’re back!”
I walk right up to him and give him a hug. He tenses at first, probably shocked that I’m hugging him since I don’t think I’ve ever done that before, but then he relaxes into it and squeezes me back. “It’s good to be back.” He pulls back and grins at me. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’re a big part of that.”
I bite my lip and then laugh louder than I need to. “Since when did you become such a charmer?” I playfully slap his arm.
I know Sawyer is watching. I can feel his eyes on me. I try to push aside the feeling. Todd smiles back and leans in closer. “Sorry, it’s just I kept re-reading that text you sent. It’s been driving me insane.”
Fuck. That damn text again. “Hmm…” I try to play coy. “I had quite a bit to drink that night. I don’t think I remember what it said.”
He steps forward and whispers in my ear. “I’ll make sure to show you.” He says devilishly.
I step back and raise my eyebrows in surprise. Todd has never been this openly flirty with me. Fuck. What did Sawyer say in that text?
I smile at him. “Well, now that you’re back, you need to come to drinks with us on Friday. I missed last week
, and I could use a good time.”
A hand presses up against my back, startling me. I whip my eyes to the sound of Sawyer’s voice. “Welcome back.”
I immediately step forward so his hand isn’t touching me anymore, and I turn and stand next to Todd instead. Sawyer’s eyes connect with mine, and they are full of intensity, but I can’t quite tell what emotion he is feeling.
I scowl at him, but Todd remains friendly. “You coming to drinks Friday?” He asks.
My eyes shoot open wide, and then I narrow them at Sawyer, telling him he better fucking say no.
“Of course.” He grins.
I touch Todd’s arm. “Todd, have lunch with me. I want to hear all about your trip.”
He nods, and I walk away toward the breakroom to grab another coffee. At least I have an excuse to get away from Sawyer. Why does he have the need to fucking rub last weekend in my face? Like you had your fun, now leave me the fuck alone.
Someone walks in the breakroom, so I turn around and see my dad. “Hey kiddo.” He says.
I smile. “Hey.”
“Crazy what happened with the flights.” He says.
I sigh and lean against the counter. “Seriously, so much for team building.”
“Did Sawyer give you too much trouble?” He asks.
I swallow hard, trying not to give myself away. “Uh...no more than usual.” I keep it vague.
“Good.” He says as he refills his own coffee. “I booked an exercise for Friday for you guys. Local this time.”
“Oh?” I ask.
“Yeah, Blain’s Winery has a wine tasting team building class they do every Friday from two to four. I’m not exactly sure how much team building is involved, but I think the team will enjoy it.” He says.
I shrug. “You can’t go wrong with wine. Although, I don’t know if that’s just my basic bitch talking.”
