Room 452

by T. L. Quinn

  I give him a huge fake smile. “Well, don’t waste your time on me then. Get to it.”

  He gives me a mischievous grin and then bites his lip in between his teeth as he scans me up and down. “Oh, I will.”

  He turns and leaves me standing alone at the bar again, and so I go in search of my dad. I run into a few of my work friends and mingle around for a little while. My eyes keep wandering over to Sawyer though. He’s doing some mingling of his own. All of the female variety. Every time I find him though, it’s like he can feel my eyes on him, and he looks my way. I look away every time, but not before I notice his cocky smirk.

  I finally find my dad, but he must’ve already had a few drinks because he doesn’t have a care in the world. I guess I don’t really need to check up on anything since everyone else is probably already to that point in the night as well. “Do you need help with anything?” I ask. Maybe if I have something to do I won’t be as distracted by Sawyer.

  My dad laughs. “No honey, c’mon, go have fun!”

  I smile back. “Okay, fine.”

  I make my way back toward the bar. If I have any chance of letting loose, I’ll need a few more drinks. After I grab my drink from the bar, I turn to go find some people to dance with, but I run smack into someone.

  “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I say as I try to wipe the man with a napkin where I splashed my drink on his shirt.

  I finally look up at the man, and he smiles back. “Good thing I wore black. No stains.”

  Okay. Hello. Who is this? Mr. Melt your panties?

  I give him a nervous giggle because apparently my brain turned to mush. I take in his black dress shirt with matching black tie that stretches across his muscular chest. It matches perfectly with his jet black hair and equally dark eyes.

  He smirks back at my embarrassing display. “I have to ask. Are you Blake?”

  I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Do I know you?”

  He smiles bigger. “I saw you across the room, and I had to know. After the way everyone has been talking about you, I knew it was you since you’re the most beautiful girl in this place.”

  I lean back against the bar and laugh. “Oh boy, you are trouble. Let me guess. Sales team?”

  He gives me a cocky smile. “Eastern division. I’m Logan.”

  The eastern division is about three hours from our office. Not too far for a one night party, but not really realistic to try to start a relationship, so I know what he has in mind for tonight. I smirk back. “Ahh, our number two in sales. Should I be impressed?”

  He bites on his lip, hiding his smile. “I love a challenge. Will you give me the chance to impress you?”

  I take a sip of my drink and smile back. “Depends. Can you dance?”

  He steps closer. “Why? Do you use dancing as a test drive?”

  Wow. This guy is bold. I hold my hand out, and he takes it. “Lead the way.” I flirt back.

  We are walking toward the dance floor when a hand reaches out and grabs on to where ours are joined. My eyes shoot up to Sawyer. He grunts at Logan. “Sorry, there’s a business emergency.”

  Before I have a chance to even reply, he yanks me away. “What are you doing?” I shout at him as he continues to pull me away.

  He doesn't answer and continues to yank on my arm as I try to keep up in my high heels, which is difficult because he’s walking like he’s on a mission. “Sawyer!” I try again.

  He still doesn’t respond when he pulls me out of the main event area and into a hallway. I finally yank my hand away from him, and he whips around and stares angrily at me. His eyes burn so intensely back at me that it takes my breath away for a second.

  Once I gather myself, I manage to get out, “What do you think you are doing?”

  He makes an angry growl, and then he fucking steps toward me and leans down and then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “What the fuck!” I scream. “Sawyer! Put me down!”

  He doesn’t listen. He walks down the hall and then yanks a door open and shoves me inside back on my feet in some storage room. The door slams back shut behind him. He whips back around toward me, and he looks even angrier than before. He stalks toward me until I am pressed back against the wall.

  He boxes me in against the wall. “Did you really think I’d let Logan fucking Brandford take you home tonight?”

  I open my eyes wide. “Excuse me? Let me? You don’t fucking let me do anything! I do what I want!”

  He slams his hand on the wall behind my head in frustration. “You don’t fucking want him!”

  “How the fuck do you know?” I shout back.

  “Because you want to be with me!” He yells right back.

  I narrow my eyes at him, my voice sounding even angrier. “No I don’t!” I shout back.

  “Yes you do!” He responds.

  “No I don’t!” I shout again.

  He leans closer. “Stop being so fucking stubborn!”

  I stand taller, meeting his stance. “No!”

  “Yes!” He shouts back.

  “Make me!” I yell.

  He leans back slightly, and the only sound between us is our harsh breathing. The look in his eyes tells me that was not the right thing to say. He reaches up and begins yanking his tie undone. “Wha-...what are you doing?” My voice shakes.

  The harsh sound of his tie being yanked down from his neck sends shivers down my spine. Next thing I know, Sawyer grabs me and turns me around and pushes me up against the wall. My breath catches, and he pulls my arms together behind my back. “Sawyer!” I shout.

  He ignores me as he wraps his tie around my wrists. “Tell me to stop.” He whispers angrily in my ear as he ties the tie into a tighter knot so I can’t move my hands at all.

  I search for the words. Just say stop Blake. C’mon! Say stop!

  His hands run down my back all the way to the back of my thighs, and then he slowly runs them back up underneath my dress until his hands cup my ass, squeezing me hard. I moan out, “Don’t stop.”

  He drops fully down to his knees, and then he kisses up both of my thighs. He grabs both of my ankles and then yanks my legs apart. Since my arms are tied behind my back, I lean my face and shoulder against the wall when he runs his tongue up my leg.

  He grabs my panties on both sides and then slowly pulls them down my legs. When he gets to the bottom, he harshly yells. “Step!”

  I lift one foot and then the other. I’m so turned on, I’m afraid I might start leaking down my legs. He shoves the panties into his pocket, and I have a feeling I am not getting those back any time soon.

  He works his lips and tongue back up my legs, alternating from one to the other. When he gets up almost to where I need him to be, I squirm, trying to press myself against him. He reaches up and grabs my ass again. “Don’t move!” His voice booms through the small room.

  I pant, desperate for him to touch me. He grips my ass harder, holding me in place. “Spread your legs.” He commands.

  Any fight I may have normally had has completely disappeared, and I follow his every word, spreading my legs further apart, completely exposing myself to him. “Good girl.” He smiles against my leg.

  He moves his mouth toward me, and I think I am finally getting what I need. I wait patiently, but instead of getting what I need, Sawyer lightly blows on me. I groan. “Sawyer.”

  He grips my ass harder, spreading me apart further. I squirm again, and Sawyer’s hand comes down hard on my ass. “Fuck!” I shout.

  “I said stay still.” He grits out.

  I lean my face up against the wall in agony. “Please.” I beg.

  He leans up and licks all around me except where I desperately need him to. “Please Sawyer!” I try again, but he still doesn’t give me what I want.

  “Tell me the truth now Blake. Tell me what you want.” He says as he continues to tease me.

  “Ugh!” I groan. “You, Sawyer. I want you.”

  He sucks one side of me into his mouth and then the other. �
�And Logan?” He asks harshly.

  I moan again. “No! I don’t want anyone but you!” I pant. “Please!”

  “Mmm…” He moans. Then he finally gives me what I want. He ever so slowly spreads me apart with his tongue until he flicks my clit at the end. My whole body collapses against the wall in pleasure.

  He plunges his tongue inside of me and then sucks me into his mouth, and I cry out. “Fuck Sawyer!”

  He works magic with his mouth, but then images of getting caught in the last closet we were hiding in comes flashing to my mind, so after a couple more minutes of his mouth working me, I harshly cry out. “Fuck me already would you?”

  He stands, and I hear his belt clatter open. He presses his body against my back as he grips his cock in his hand and rubs it against me. “Is this what you want?”

  I moan. “Yes.”

  He grabs my arm and yanks me around so I am facing him. He slams his mouth up against mine. I take him in and kiss him back as hard as I can without having control of my arms. He pulls a condom out of his wallet and rolls it down his hard cock. He reaches down and picks me up and sets me on a table nearby.

  He spreads my legs and lines himself up against me again, but he doesn’t enter. He looks me directly in the eye. “No more fucking games Blake.” He says harshly.

  I look at him confused, trying to scooch myself closer so that he will enter me. He presses me back until my shoulders hit the wall. He grabs my thigh in his hand. “I said no more games!” He says more seriously.

  I pant some more. “Do we have to have this conversation right now?”

  He rubs the end of his cock up against my clit. “Yes.”

  I scream through a closed mouth in frustration “Fine! What do you want me to say?” I respond.

  He presses just the tip of his cock inside me, and I ache to have more. “Enough of this bullshit!” He shouts. “You want me, and I am sick of you pretending you don’t!”

  “Okay.” I pant, trying to push him in deeper.

  He gives another inch but then pulls back again. “No one else.” He clips through a clenched jaw.

  I nod and try to squirm again. He slaps his other hand down on my other thigh and holds me in place. “Say it!” He shouts.

  “No one else! Only you!” I pant.

  He shoves himself all the way inside in one swoop, overwhelming me with sensations of pleasure. My head falls back against the wall as he pulls out and back in over and over again. He doesn’t go easy, and he only continues to increase his pace and roughness.

  I don’t want him to go slow. I don’t need much to push me to the edge. I feel like I’ve been riding the border this whole time. I feel his balls slap against my ass as he pounds into me relentlessly. I want to grab something, so I yank against the tie, but it doesn't budge. My muscles flex in the effort, and my body tightens even more.

  “Say my name.” Sawyer grits.

  “Huh?” I mumble incoherently, lost in the tingling feeling running through my body.

  Sawyer leans down and bites on my lip. “Say my name when you cum.”

  The sound of his voice rumbling through my body pushes me right to the brink. “Sawyer.” I whisper.

  “Again!” He shouts as he slams into me harder.

  “Sawyer.” I pant.

  “Again!” He begs, sounding like he’s barely holding on. He reaches down and rubs his thumb over my clit as he slams into me harder and faster than before.

  My body snaps. Every muscle and nerve explodes with pleasure. My pussy clenches around him over and over again. “Sawyer!” I scream as I tumble completely over the edge.

  “Arrghhh!” He yells as he falls apart on top of me.

  Fuck that was hot. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My mind is racing a million miles an hour. My body feels numb and every sensation at the same time. My heart races, and I’m frozen in place.

  Sawyer finally pulls off of me. He chucks the condom in the trash and buckles his pants back up, and I slowly sit up. What did I just do? And fuck, what did I agree to?

  He stares back at me as I sit there wordlessly staring back at him. Neither one of us breaks the silence. I don’t know if moments or minutes pass, but I finally manage to get out, “Untie me please.”

  He walks forward, and I hop off the table and turn around. He yanks on the tie roughly until my hands are free once again. I rub my hands over where it was squeezing against my wrist, but when I turn back around, Sawyer grabs my arms and lifts my wrists to his mouth where he places gentle kisses over where they are red.

  My breathing completely stops as I just stare at this man in front of me. The gentleness and the care in his touch is making my mind race, but mostly it is making my heart crack open. I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t think of the right words.

  Sawyer lightly grabs my chin, and then he gently presses his lips to mine. His other arm wraps around me, pulling me close, surrounding myself in him. I kiss him back until he pulls away a few moments later.

  I still don’t know what to say, and suddenly I feel like I’m suffocating. My body goes into overdrive mode, and I know I am panicking. I try to leave. “I’m going to go.” I say as I turn back around toward the door.

  Sawyer places his hand over mine on the door knob, stopping me from leaving. “Blake…” He whispers behind me.

  “Yeah?” I ask, but my voice comes out hoarse.

  “Why are you running?” He asks harshly.

  I don’t turn to look at him. “We can’t stay in this closet all night.” I say.

  “But you won’t go out there with me?” He says more as a statement than a question.

  I turn around and look at him. “You don’t want that.”

  His jaw ticks. “Don’t tell me what I want.”

  I focus on anger as my emotion in order to guard my heart. “You want to stop the pretending Sawyer?” My voice raises higher. “Then let’s stop pretending this is something it’s not.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks back.

  I ignore his question. “What is it that you really want? You want me to fall for you so you can feel good about yourself when you move on from this game?”

  He narrows his eyes. “Is that what’s happening here? You’re falling for me?”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “Of course not!”

  His face turns angrier, and he leans in closer. He talks right into my ear. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” His voice lowers even more. “But don’t get me wrong Blake. I will be continuing to fuck you.”

  He steps back and looks me right in the eyes as he pushes past me and leaves the closet, leaving me standing there all alone. I take a moment to myself before I leave. I lean back against the door and try to think.

  What the fuck am I doing? I can’t be with him, but I already know I won’t be able to stop. I need to get ahead of this. We have to set some ground rules.

  I quickly smooth out my dress and make sure my hair is in place. Hopefully my face doesn’t look too flushed, but I can probably blame that on alcohol. Most people are probably too tipsy to notice anything is off anyway. I take a deep breath, and then I head out to find Sawyer again.

  He’s standing all alone at the bar, nursing a new drink. I walk up next to him and order my own. “No one can know.” I say without looking at him.

  He turns his body to face me, but his face remains neutral. “Oh?” He asks.

  “Especially not my dad.” I add on.

  He gives me a half smile. “What makes you think you dictate the rules here?”

  I lightly trace my fingers over his now exposed forearms. “Because Sawyer, as much as you like to make this seem like I can’t resist you,” I stand on my tip-toes up to his ear, “you can’t seem to resist keeping your hands off of me either.”

  I pull back with a smirk, and he stares back at me with fiery eyes. Logan approaches the bar. “Everything figured out? I thought we could pick up where we lef-.”

  Sawyer cuts him
off without ever breaking eye contact with me. “Fuck off.”

  “Right.” Logan says as he slowly backs away.

  Sawyer reaches forward and grabs my hand, and then he leads me out to the dance floor where he pulls me up against himself. He wraps his arms tightly around me from behind, and we sway to the music. After a couple songs, he whispers in my ear. “Let’s go home.”

  I moan to myself and shivers run down my spine at the mention of going home with him, but then I let out a sigh and turn and face him. “I can’t.”

  He leans his forehead up against mine and groans. “Do it anyway.”

  I reluctantly pull back. “We haven’t even given out the awards to our team yet.”

  He closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. “Fine. Let’s get this moving.” He smirks at me. “Go tell daddy he needs to get things rolling.”

  I smile back. “Why don’t you go tell him?”

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “That man is on the verge of murdering me whenever we’re in the same room.”

  I laugh. “That’s really not uncommon for you though.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Goddammit woman. Can’t you just do what you are told for once?”

  “No.” I smile really big. “But if you ask nicely, I might be able to make something happen.”

  He grabs my arm and yanks me around so his mouth is next to my ear. “Blake, for the love of God, will you pretty please go fucking ask your dad to move this along so that I can finally get your stubborn ass back home in my bed?”

  I swallow hard and bite my lip to hide my smile. I glance over my shoulder and look at him. “Give me a minute.” Then I walk away to go find my dad.

  It takes me a bit to find him since there are so many people here, but eventually I track him down. “Hey dad.”

  He wraps his arm over my shoulder. “Hi sweetie, you having fun?” He asks.

  “Yeah, of course.” I blush as I think about what went down in that closet not too long ago. “Uhm...I was just thinking we should get some of the awards and speeches done now before everyone has had too much to drink.”

  He laughs. “Hopefully it’s not already too late.”

  I raise my eyebrows at him. “You might be right. What’s first? Want the managers to come grab the items for their own team?”