by Dahlia West
She seemed to be relieved, because when he pulled away she smiled at him. “I have a surprise for you.”
Sawyer raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”
“As long as you promise, swear to me, no more snakes.”
He nodded. “I can do that. No more snakes.”
“I mean it, Sawyer. No snakes, no spiders, no mice, no bats, no rats, no—”
“I got it, Princess. Now give me my surprise.”
She scowled at him. “You’re impatient.”
“I am with you.” He lowered his voice purposefully. “Now give me what I want, Cassidy.” He enjoyed watching her shiver.
Chapter Eighteen
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CASSIDY REACHED DOWN to the hem of the T-shirt and tugged it up just far enough for him to get a glimpse of electric-blue lace.
Sawyer crossed the space between them in a flash.
Cassidy shrieked and darted back to the bedroom, with Sawyer hot on her heels.
“Come here, you!” he bellowed.
Cassidy was quick though and shot around the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible.
Sawyer stopped just inside the doorway, blocking any possibility of retreat. “Let me see it again.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll get my reata,” he warned.
Cassidy shivered. Then she pulled up the shirt once more, just a teeny, tiny bit, to give him another peek.
Sawyer turned away, pushed the door closed, and locked it. Then he leaned against it, and the corner of his mouth slid up. “Take off the shirt.”
Cassidy didn’t move. “What if I don’t?” she asked again.
The infuriating grin never slipped. “You will,” he told her.
“Oh, really? Why’s that?”
“Because I told you to.”
They stood across from each other, deadlocked, until Cassidy was forced to admit that if she didn’t do what he wanted, she wouldn’t get what she wanted. She grasped the hem of the shirt and started to pull.
“Stop,” he ordered roughly.
She froze. “What?” she asked, thoroughly confused.
“Do it slowly.”
She rolled her eyes at him, but he smiled at her again. After a moment, she started again.
“Slower,” he told her.
She might’ve argued, but his voice was getting deeper, edged with that silky darkness that she always heard in it when he was aroused.
Slowly, she ran her hands down the shirt, cupping her breasts then trailing down her belly to her bare thighs. She lifted the hem, just a little, like before. Slowly revealing herself to him in inches. Her nipples tightened behind the fabric of her new bra, and she could see Sawyer was getting hard, too. The crotch of his jeans bulged.
Cassidy revealed her panties then her bare belly as she watched him. When she finally pulled it off, she let it fall to the floor at her feet. “They had other colors,” she told him, running her hands over her breasts again.
Sawyer shook his head. “It matches your eyes.”
She laughed, throaty and with a calmness she didn’t feel. “Because you like my…eyes.”
“They’re the best part of you,” he said, catching her off guard. Then he grinned. “But your tits are a close second.”
Cassidy scoffed. “You’re a bad man, Sawyer Barlow.”
“You expect me to be good when you’re around?”
“No,” she replied. “There’s no fun in that.”
“Damn straight. Get on the bed.”
She sighed but moved across the room. “You Barlows are so bossy.”
“You’re about to find out how bossy,” he informed her.
In truth she was nervous, thinking back to that first time. Being with Sawyer wasn’t at all what she’d expected, and it was nothing she had control over, either. He was nothing she could control.
She moved to the bed and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Cassidy looked up at him. “What do you mean stop? How—?”
“We’re not there yet,” he said, moving toward the bed. His fingertips touched her painted toes, and he lifted her foot off the bed.
“Sawyer, what—?”
“Be quiet,” he told her, and she stilled. “I want to look at you. I’ve got you here, in my bed, and I’m going to fucking look at you, Princess.”
His hands were warm, and he rubbed the sole of her foot as though he knew her high heels were hell on her feet. He rubbed each of her feet, one after the other, then ran his fingers up her legs to her thighs and ran one finger over the black lace of her underwear. “Spread your legs.”
Cassidy licked her lips nervously but parted her thighs.
Sawyer dipped his finger farther down, rubbing the soft satin, making her breath catch as he paused over her swelling clit.
She scrambled to tug them down, to give him access, but he shook his head sharply.
“No.”
“Sawyer!”
“Not yet.”
He abandoned her pussy and touched the tips of his fingers to her stomach, making a slow circle of her belly button.
Cassidy whimpered, wanting him to go back down below and focus his attention there.
He grinned at her. “You’re greedy, aren’t you?” His large hand cupped her breast, and his thumb rasped over her nipple. “You want all the attention, don’t you?” He pulled the fabric down just enough to reveal her tight bud and squeezed it a little.
Her back arched up off the bed.
“You want my attention, Princess?”
“Yes!”
He nodded almost to himself. “I’ll fuck you in the back of my truck, if that’s the only way I can get you. But you’re in my bed now, and this is how I’ve always wanted you.”
She was breathless, ready to have him. She brought up her hands again, but the look Sawyer gave her was so hard that she froze.
“Touch your panties again, and I’ll jerk off all over you.”
Cassidy’s eyes widened. “What?!”
“I’ll tie you to the bed, pull out my dick, and cum all over your pretty new lingerie. And you won’t get anything else from me. I’ll leave you like that. Horny and filthy.”
Cassidy glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”
Sawyer didn’t reply.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Though, he might, she supposed. She really had no idea what he might do. Stories of ropes and cabins in the middle of nowhere burned in her mind. She shouldn’t have been surprised. This was a Barlow, after all.
“Stop trying to make this go faster, Cassidy. Stop trying to make this less than what it is, less than what it could be.”
She frowned and propped herself up on her elbows. “Well, I don’t understand why we can’t—”
“Bull. Shit.”
Cassidy clamped her lips together.
“You do understand, so quit acting like you don’t. Now lie down, Cassidy, and let me see you. Otherwise I’ll just go sleep on the couch.”
A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed hard trying to dislodge it. She didn’t want him to leave, but Sawyer wanted more than anyone had ever asked of her. He wanted intimacy—no, he demanded intimacy, and for some reason Cassidy had no doubt in her mind that he really would refuse to settle for less right now.
She thought back to that night at The Spur. Dancing, playing pool, later in his backseat. She wanted that again, everything that happened before Palmer had wrecked it all. Cassidy was hungry, for what she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was starving, and she had the unshakeable feeling that this man standing over her had exactly what she was looking for.
Without hesitating to consider it more fully, Cassidy lowered herself back onto the bed.
Sawyer took his time with her, dipping a finger into the cup of her bra and tracing it along her skin before moving up to her collarbone. His exploration of her jawline had her fighting to keep from lifting her hips up of
f the bed in an attempt to draw his attention lower again. He ran his thumb along her lower lip then pushed in the tip. Cassidy sucked it and reached for his belt.
He pushed her hand away again. “I don’t want that,” he told her, now running the fingertips of both hands along the sides of her throat.
“H-How can you not?”
Every man she’d ever been with wanted her to suck him off. Doug Porter had demanded it before he’d even take her to prom. He’d pulled over onto a fire road and whipped it out. He’d been a senior, the quarterback, and Cassidy may have been the Lincoln County Fair Queen as a freshman, but he was still the one with the social ranking. She’d done it, hated it, and rarely repeated it. For anyone.
“Why not?” she demanded when he didn’t answer. She was now thoroughly confused.
Sawyer looked down at her, jaw twitching, and she knew she’d pissed him off. Instead of turning around and walking away though, he reached for his own belt buckle. “Fine,” he told her, releasing his cock.
Cassidy wasn’t certain if this was a victory or not, but at least she didn’t have to look at him anymore, didn’t have to watch him as he watched her, touching her and making her ache with need. She sat up and drew her hair back, out of the way, then opened her mouth. She started to slide him between her lips when suddenly he backed up.
“Not that way,” he ordered.
“Wh-What?” How on Earth could she give a blowjob without taking him into her mouth? She just wanted it to be over with. She wasn’t looking forward to having a dick crammed into her mouth, cum all over her face, and having her hair pulled.
“Lick it,” he ordered. “Right here. Slow. Like this.” Sawyer took the length of him in his own hand and ran his thumb along the hard ridge of the head.
Cassidy hesitated, blinking up at him.
“Put your tongue on it, Cassidy. I’m not going to do it for you.”
In truth he wasn’t pawing at her or pulling her forward, he was simply…waiting.
She moved forward again and touched the tip of her tongue to his jutting cock, testing it, tasting it, feeling ridiculous.
Sawyer didn’t rush her, or push her, or gag her. He didn’t move at all as she swirled her tongue over the head and to the soft spot underneath. His breathing got a bit heavier, and she knew despite her ineptitude, she was turning him on, which turned her on. Intensely. She brushed her lips over the smooth surface of his skin for the whole length of his shaft.
He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, and she froze up, instantly taken out of the moment. She braced herself for the onslaught, for the full-scale invasion she was used to, but he shocked her by pushing her back instead of pulling her forward. “Now take off your panties,” he gasped, shucking his jeans and boxer briefs in one motion.
Cassidy practically ripped them off, so ready to finally have him inside her. She peeled them off and tossed them aside as Sawyer put his knee on the mattress and got between her legs. He put one large hand on each of her knees and parted her legs. Suddenly, he ducked his head, lowering his mouth to her.
“Wait!” she cried, bringing up one leg to block him. “What are you doing?!”
“It’s your turn,” he rasped, grabbing her calf and tugging.
“No,” she blurted out. “Stop!”
Sawyer looked up at her.
“I thought we were going to have sex!” she argued.
“We are having sex. This is what sex is, Princess, two people who can’t get enough of each other. In every way possible.”
Cassidy scoffed at him. That was not sex, not in her experience, and she’d had plenty of it. “Well, forget it!” she snapped.
Sawyer frowned. “What do you mean, forget it?”
She laughed, because it was so comical now. Bungling blow jobs, clumsy cunnilingus. Yeah, that was sex, all right. And she wanted no part of it. She wanted Sawyer’s cock in her, working her hard into an orgasm, like the first time. Before she’d been with him, that idea had been so far out of the realm of possibility she’d forgotten it was even an option. But now that she’d had it, she wanted it again. And she was getting impatient. “There’s not a man in Lincoln County who’s any good at that, Sawyer. Don’t bother.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t know if I’m more pissed that you’ve let anyone else try or that you’re lumping me in with them. I can think of an appropriate punishment for that, though,” he announced. He grabbed her knees again and pried her legs apart.
Cassidy, for her part, tried to keep them closed, but he was so much more powerful than she was.
Sawyer was successful, though, in opening her most intimate parts to him, and he dove straight in, without pretense, without dramatic grimaces or rolling his eyes. His mouth came down on her pussy, and she cried out in shock. His strong arms locked around her thighs, holding her in place while his tongue parted her folds and dipped inside her.
“Oh God!” she shouted and thrashed but only succeeded in impaling herself further.
Sawyer grunted, and the vibration nearly made her pass out from sensory overload. He licked and nibbled and kissed her with a fervor she’d never witnessed before. He had absolutely no qualms about what he was doing to her, no reservations, no distaste for it. In fact, Sawyer Barlow was devouring her pussy like a starving man.
He found the hot button of her clit and took it into his mouth, sucking hard.
Cassidy clawed at the sheets, ready to cum harder than she ever had in her life.
But Sawyer thrust himself away from her at the last second, dragging his mouth and his glorious tongue along, as well.
“What?!” she hissed, trying to reach for him. “You…you can’t…you can’t stop!”
“You want me to keep going?” he asked.
She gaped at him, blinking rapidly. Her body was on fire, her mind was reeling. “Yes!” she howled angrily. “God damn it, yes!”
“You about to cum, Princess?”
“Damn it, Sawyer!” she yelled.
He grinned at her, and she hurled a hand toward him, ready to claw him across the face. He caught it easily and laughed. Suddenly he was over her, his weight pressing down on her, his mouth locked on hers. Cassidy tasted herself on his lips, warm, salty, and Sawyer’s own unique flavor as well. His hand dipped between her thighs, and he pushed a finger inside her.
His tongue wrestled with hers, forcefully, teasingly. He thrust it in and out between her lips, in rhythm with his finger down below. “Do you like it when I lick your pussy, Princess?” he asked.
Cassidy could barely breathe, barely think. “Yes,” she whispered, wriggling underneath him. God, she wanted him in so many ways. His rock-hard cock was pressed against her belly, and she took it in her hand, squeezing hard.
“You want me to keep licking it?”
In a million years Cassidy Conroy could not have imagined wanting anyone to do that to her, or liking it, or needing it so badly that her insides were molten. “Please!” she begged, surprising herself.
“Am I good at it, Princess?”
“Fuck,” she growled, tugging at his cock. Maybe if she got him worked up enough, he’d do just that.
“Am I good at it, Cassidy?” Sawyer demanded.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, God!”
Sawyer moved down her body, licking and biting as he went. He yanked her bra down roughly, exposing her breasts, and bit each nipple gently, maybe her punishment for doubting him. She cried out, and he ignored her, making his way back down between her spread legs.
Cassidy felt wetness pooling at her core, and he dragged his lips over her clit again before lapping it up with his tongue. She thrust her hips to his face, again and again.
“Told you I’d teach you to ride,” he growled in between thrusts of his tongue.
And she did.
Spectacularly.
Cassidy came with a shudder and a keening cry, pressing Sawyer’s mouth into her until the wave crested and she crashed back down to the sheets, spent, weightle
ss, boneless. She closed her eyes and heard the soft whisper of the nightstand drawer being opened beside her. The crackle of foil was louder. Her struggle to drag air into her lungs was the loudest of all.
“You done fighting me, now, Princess?”
All she could do was nod.
He moved over her, pressing at her entrance. It was a tight fit.
“Oh God!” Cassidy cried, clutching at him. “I can’t…I can’t…” she breathed.
Sawyer bent his head and put his lips next to her ear. “Shhh,” he told her. “Yes, you can. You can take me. Take me all the way in.” He waited, patiently, for her to relax.
Cassidy felt the burn of his entry and grasped him tightly.
Once he was all the way in he began thrusting gently. “Squeeze me. Squeeze me hard, Princess. Let me feel that tight pussy.”
“Sawyer,” she gasped. “I can’t…I’m done.”
Underneath him, she could hardly catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“I can,” he told her. “Just hold on to me. Let me in there.”
Cassidy spread her thighs fully, drawing her knees up. Legs and arms wrapped around him, he took his own pleasure in her, taking her gently. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Open back up, Princess. Just for me.” She did her best, but she felt as though she was floating in midair, disconnected from everything but the feel of him inside her.
Sawyer slid his arms underneath her and lifted her off the bed. He held her over his lap, cock still lodged firmly inside her. “Ride me, Princess,” he told her. “We’re not done yet.”
Cassidy mustered the last bit of her strength and placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. She rocked back and forth, eyes closed, lips parted, skin tingling from the sheen of sweat that covered her. She was supported by Sawyer’s arms and his hand at the back of her head. She pistoned up and down, impaling herself over and over until Sawyer finally gripped her hard, pulled her down, and held her there. She rested her head against his shoulder and felt every throb and pulse of his shaft inside her.
“Now you know how to ride,” he whispered.
He lifted her off him and laid her down on the mattress. She felt him slide in behind her, the length of his body pressed against her back. Cassidy felt a slight tug as she realized he was unfastening her bra. He slid it off her and tossed it away, replacing the satin and lace cups with his own hand on her left breast, holding her gently.
