Wet Dream

by Jenna Jacob

  Sawyer was effortlessly drawing every ounce of pleasure from her body, and Brea wanted him to drain her dry.

  She was awed by the reverent way he bathed her breasts and skimmed her body with such a tender and compelling touch, and the walls around her gave way and crumbled at her feet. Brea’s fears and doubts…her past, her future…no longer existed. There was only here…and now—and each precious moment of time was measured by the sublime gift of Sawyer.

  Gripping his head, she held on as he paid homage to her other breast with the same spine-bending attention. Laving, licking, and sucking, he spiraled her into another dimension of desire. And he was only at her breasts! God help her when he moved that talented mouth lower; she’d melt into a slick, gooey puddle on the floor.

  Oh, but what a glorious way to go.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Brea’s ragged gasps of pleasure were unmitigated torture. Her fingernails scraping his scalp had him nearly crawling out of his skin. But Sawyer was determined to take his time and bask in every succulent second even though his dick was stretched so tight it threatened to burst his flesh and the seam of his jeans.

  He’d known the blazing attraction they shared would be combustible, but this…this was hotter than Satan’s ball sweat. The fires of hell weren’t as scorching as the blood bubbling in his veins.

  Keeping his lust on a leash was like wrestling a man-eating tiger. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and eat the living fuck out of her. But she was more than a willing victim to slake his carnivorous lust. This was Brea—the fragile and broken, sassy and combative, incredible and precious woman who’d sparked his cold, dead heart back to life.

  Sawyer didn’t want just her body, he wanted her soul…wanted to heal her scars and teach her how love was supposed to feel.

  Dropping his hands to her hips, he gripped her tight against his rigid erection. A guttural moan slid from her throat, and Sawyer paused his attention on her perfectly pert nipple. Lifting his head, he drew close to her mouth, breathing in her blissful sigh. Then he kissed her with a rabid craving coiling so tightly inside him until she trembled in his arms.

  He pulsed to be wedged balls deep inside her molten core, yet Sawyer couldn’t break his claim of her soft, hot mouth. He wanted to spend weeks, months, and years exploring every slick, swollen inch of her. But he already knew, no amount of time would be enough to ever sate his fervent hunger for her.

  Lifting one hand, he cupped her neck and tilted her head, granting him the right angle to delve his tongue deeper. He’d do the same with her hips soon and bury himself to the base of his stalk inside her.

  As if sensing his thoughts, she lifted her leg and draped it around his thigh. In silent invitation, she opened herself up for him. Everything became more potent and real.

  The demand to rip away the barrier of clothing between them grew urgent. It was as if their thoughts had melded as one as the sound of Brea’s zipper coming undone echoed in his ears. His tenuous grip of control snapped. Tearing away from her mouth, Sawyer inched back. With both of them panting breathlessly, he stared at the flush of desire staining her flesh…watched as she wiggled the tight denim off her hips.

  Brea sent him a quirky smile. “This is the part where you’re supposed to strip, too.”

  “What…and miss this pretty show you’re putting on for me? Not on your life.”

  “Good god, you are a perv, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he drawled seductively. “And I plan to show you just how much.”

  “Then you’d better start using those lips for something besides talking.”

  “I’ll happily oblige.” The playful smile induced by their banter slid from his face. He reached up and gripped a fist in her hair. His voice dipped to a raspy whisper. “Get those jeans off and spread your legs.”

  Fire leapt in her eyes and he heard her swallow. She’d be swallowing every inch soon. He inhaled sharply, filling his senses with the heavy perfume of her cunt. Sawyer needed to quench his thirst before he’d let her fall to her knees. His gaze locked to the triangle of ivory satin barely covering her thatch of dark curls.

  “Um, I haven’t taught it to do any tricks if that’s what you’re waiting for,” Brea chuckled.

  Sawyer jerked his head up. “Huh?”

  “My pussy…you know, the one you’re staring at. It doesn’t do any tricks. But my tongue knows a few.” The playful light twinkling in her eyes made him grin.

  “So does mine, darlin’.”

  “Thank god,” she exhaled.

  Sawyer meant to squat to the floor, but his cock was so thick and hard there was no more give in his jeans. Yanking off his boots, he shucked off his shirt, then made quick work of scrambling out of his pants. The second his erection burst free, he let out a sigh of relief.

  “Oh. My. God.” Brea’s mouth hung open. Her eyes were glued to his dripping cock.

  Yeah, he was blessed with a big dick. In fact, all the Grayson brothers had been. Growing up, they’d skinny-dipped in the creek behind the house. Sawyer never gave a thought about the size of his junk. Not until the first shower after gym class, in junior high. Compared to the other boys’ hot dogs, his was a salami. So concerned and self-conscience, he’d sought out his older brother, Ned, to ask if something was wrong with them. The man had laughed and shaken his head, then assured Sawyer that someday he’d be damn glad the Lord had blessed them in such a way.

  Today was definitely one of those days.

  “Something wrong?” He grinned as her mouth remained agape.

  “Where… How… Was that anaconda shoved in your jeans this whole time?”

  “Yes, but it was rather painful.”

  “Oh, my,” she murmured. “I’ll have to kiss it and make it all better then.”

  Before she could inch down the wall to her knees, Sawyer splayed his palm on her stomach, anchoring her in place.

  “Ah, ah. Not yet. My turn first.”

  “What happened to ladies first? I thought you were a gentleman?”

  “I am. That’s why you’re first…the first to shatter.”

  When a tiny shiver slid through her, Sawyer felt her stomach muscles bunch beneath his hand. She was already contracting, clutching at nothing but air. Dropping to his knees, he gripped her thighs and spread them apart, ready to fill the void inside her. He pressed his nose against the scrap of satin and inhaled deeply. Her heady, moist heat surrounded him like a mask. As he snaked his tongue over the fabric’s edge, Brea whimpered. When he teased her, drawing the tip up the middle of her thong, she moaned. The faint taste of her nectar teased his taste buds and invaded his system like a drug. He’d need detox and rehab before the night was through.

  Snarling, Sawyer reached up and ripped the barrier away. Brea let out a strangled sound…something between a moan and a chuckle. “I’ll buy you more panties.”

  His eyes were fixed on the shock of dark curls in his face. The heat of her core enveloped his fingers as he raked them through her soft curls. Using his thumbs, he spread her glossy lips open and groaned.

  Wet.

  Pink.

  Swollen.

  Mine!

  Sawyer’s mental claim of Brea rocked him to his core. Never before—not with Sara, and certainly not with the kinky trio—had the primitive necessity to possess a woman seized him in such a way.

  “Oh, god. Please, Sawyer…” Brea’s plea was but a whisper. “Your breath. it’s…it’s so hot. I’m going to die if you don’t…”

  “If I don’t what, gorgeous?”

  “Lick me…dammit. Stop torturing me before I lose my mind.”

  With his tongue poised at her center, he lifted his gazed up at her. He froze, awed at her raw beauty. A rosy hue stained her cheeks. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, and a bit unfocused. And the rise and fall of her breasts with each panted breath, well…Sawyer had never seen anything as exquisite in his life. A part of him longed to keep her here, suspended on that stunning edge of want and demand.
Instead, he branded this stunning image of her to memory and blew out a gentle breath over her folds.

  “Sawyer!” She screamed his name in a very unladylike growl.

  “Shhh,” he cooed. “Relax. I’ll make it better than good…”

  He plunged his tongue as far inside her as possible. Hot. Soft. Slick. Her silky spice coated his tongue, and Sawyer’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Lapping at her with strong, steady strokes, he suckled her warm cream and nudged her clit with his nose. Brea moaned and writhed, grinding her pretty little pussy all over his face.

  “You win!” she cried mournfully. “Your tongue is way more talented than mine. Oh, god! Yes! Don’t stop. Whatever you do…don’t stop.”

  He smiled against her steamy center as he devoured her.

  “Yes. Yes. Sawyerrrr. You’re going to make me come so hard… Oh, god. Yes. Right there. Oh, fuck…oh, fuck. Your mouth is incredible.”

  He’d had women whimper and moan, but her words were like an aphrodisiac. Fuck, she turned him on.

  Nibbling at her pebbled clit, he slid two fingers inside her. Her soft muscles clutched his digits as her nectar spilled into his palm. She was flowing like a damn river. He swirled his tongue through her juice, then wrapped his lips around her clit. Sucking her swollen nub, he found that magic bundle of nerves behind her pubic bone.

  “Oh. Oh…ohhhh.”

  Brea responded as wildly as she had in his dreams.

  Her frantic, escalating whimpers and the trembling muscles of her body told him he was doing everything right. As he watched pleasure play across her face, his cock wept, throbbed, and strained to ride her hard and dirty, all night long.

  She gripped his head in her hands, rolled her hips, and clutched her velvet tunnel around him hard. Screaming his name, Brea bore down and shattered all over his mouth. Flutters of bliss consumed her and she screamed out his name. Lost in the splendor of her cries, he drove his fingers through her fluttering, quivering passage, lapping the sweetness spilling from inside her. No woman had ever looked more erotic. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter than her honey-soaked pussy.

  When Brea’s knees began to buckle, Sawyer swept her up into his arms and cradled her against his chest. She slung her arms around his neck as he carried her up the stairs to his room. Sawyer couldn’t help but smile at her sated expression.

  With her eyes still closed, Brea licked her lips. “Do anything you want to me, cowboy…I don’t care. Just save enough steam to do that thing you just did with your tongue again. Okay?”

  Her words were thick, almost slurred as if she were drunk.

  “With pleasure.”

  She answered on a soft, contented purr. His ravenous cock jerked ready for its chance to send her to the stars again. After placing her in the middle of his bed, he took a step back and simply stared at her. Her glossy hair spilled over his white pillow and cascaded down her shoulders. She looked almost innocent. Her eyes were closed, and a tiny little smile tugged the corners of her mouth. Lying there all languid and boneless, she was the most alluring vision on the planet.

  It seemed unfathomable that only a week ago she’d been a stranger, but now he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

  Lying in the middle of Sawyer’s bed—at least she thought it was his bed—Brea’s pores oozed satisfaction. Her body pulsed in pleasure, and lingering aftershocks rippled and twitched deep in her core.

  Sawyer had summoned sensations she’d never felt before and bent them until they coalesced into prisms of white light. He’d detonated Hailey’s comet and the Leonid meteor shower in tandem. And like a million shooting stars, he propelled her into orbit as a rush of tingling spasms consumed her. She’d never known such an onslaught of bliss existed.

  And he’d done it all with his tongue!

  Brea couldn’t wait to see where his big, fat cock might send her.

  And what a cock it was. Sawyer had a fine, F-I-N-E dick. Thick and long, with angry veins lining the shaft. Thinking about trying to squeeze every inch of him inside her made Brea’s pussy clutch. Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she saw Sawyer standing beside the bed. He was wearing a cocky grin and a twinkle of promise in his eyes.

  Oh, hell yes. Bring it on…bring it all on!

  She thought his smug veneer cute—a little unnerving that he was well aware of his skills—but cute nonetheless.

  “Look at you…all full of yourself and everything.”

  “You’re the one who admitted I had a more talented tongue.”

  “I may have thrown in the towel a little early. You did catch me at a weak moment after all.”

  “Uh-huh, and who put you in that moment of weakness, darlin’? The man with the talented tongue, I believe?”

  She couldn’t argue that point.

  He licked his lips, wrapped a fist around his impressive cock, slowly stroking himself up and down while inching closer to the bed. “So you threw in the towel too early, is that right?”

  Brea grinned and nodded.

  “Well, then I assume you have something you want to prove?” The raspy tone of his voice told her that playful bantering was over.

  “You bet your beautiful, big cock, I do,” she answered in a sex-kitten purr.

  He crawled onto the bed like a hungry wolf, staring at her with such intensity it nearly stopped her heart. Goose bumps erupted over her arms as a shiver slid down her spine.

  “Beautiful?” His brows arched in disbelief. Brea nodded as he straddled her waist. “No, darlin’…you’re what’s beautiful.”

  The levee around her heart gave way and a rush of emotions flooded her soul. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. She’d never thought herself even pretty until Sawyer. But he made her feel beyond pretty; he made her feel alluring, desirable, and totally alive.

  Still fisting his cock, he placed his other palm flush against the headboard. Rocking his hips forward, he brought his glistening crest to her mouth. Heat spiraled outward just as it had when he’d devoured her pussy. Inhaling a deep breath, she savored the robust scent of testosterone. She ached to taste the glossy beads leaking from the tip.

  “Open those lush lips for me, darlin’.” She complied as Sawyer sucked in a hiss. “Your hot breath fluttering over my cock feels like heaven. I can’t wait to feel your sinful mouth wrapped around me.”

  Neither could she.

  Anticipation spiked and Brea could almost feel his thick ropes of come splattering over her tongue and showering her throat. Reaching up, she covered his hand with hers, silently asking for control. When he released his shaft, she slid her fingers around him.

  Hot as fire.

  Hard as steel.

  Yet soft like velvet.

  She held him as he pulsed in her palm. Watching his features harden with strained delight, Brea fed inch after glorious inch past her lips. Dragging her tongue over his throbbing veins, she whimpered as his salty emollient burst over her taste buds. She gazed at the muscles in his arms, suspended above her, as they trembled and shifted beneath his tanned skin.

  Tilting back her head, she took Sawyer’s fat crest all the way down to the back of her throat, then softly swallowed. He growled out a strangled curse before threading his fingers through her hair. Holding her still, he slowly rocked his hips, setting the tempo he desired. Lips stretched tight, Brea stared up at Sawyer. Jaw clenched. Eyes sparking in a fire of green and gold. His gaze was fixed on her mouth, watching his cock vanish and reappear between her lips.

  Sawyer didn’t fuck her mouth, he made love to it, slow and gentle, with such tenderness she wanted to weep.

  “Your mouth… Christ, Brea. I’ve never felt anything more incredible…”

  Neither had she.

  Cinching his fist more tightly, tingles exploded over her scalp, and she moaned in delight at the new and different sensation. Reaching up, she clutched the cheeks of his ass. Focused on her breathing, she coaxed him to slide deeper still with a gentle suction of her mouth.

>   Both her mind and body felt new. As if she’d never been properly introduced to the dormant sensations Sawyer awakened within her. Seeking an outlet for the fervor he roused inside her, Brea skimmed a hand between her legs. Sawyer peeked over his shoulder and watched as she stroked her clit.

  Peering down at her, he flashed her a wicked smile. “That’s it, darlin’…come undone for me when I shower that sinful mouth of yours.”

  As Brea rode the waves cresting inside her, she held on while Sawyer’s slow driving kept her anchored to him. She was ready to erupt like a cannon but kept herself hovering on the cusp until he was ready to fly. She wouldn’t have to suffer for long. His thrusts were growing quicker, harder, more demanding. His face contorted, lined in equal parts torture and pleasure.

  Seconds later, he slammed forward and stilled at the back of her throat. His back bowed as he gripped her hair with both hands. Sawyer choked out her name on a bellicose roar. The sound of release raked over her skin like lava. Brea’s blood surged. Demand screamed. She followed Sawyer over, bucking and jolting, nearly choking on streams of his hot, slick seed as he jettisoned down her throat.

  The crescendo ebbed and Sawyer gently slid in and out of her lips as the last of his offering spurted over her tongue. His eyes were closed when he released her hair and blindly cupped her cheeks. He knew right where to place his hands, as if each contour of her face had been memorized. Her heart sputtered and a new kind of warmth filled her… It was the warmth of contentment.

  Brea cleaned his shaft while intermittent twitches and jerks quaked his cock. Sawyer strummed his thumb along the hollow of her cheek in a wordless gesture of gratitude.

  His touch evoked such strange and unexpected emotions. She felt treasured, adored…loved.

  Gone was the hollowness…the empty void. But none so blatantly absent as the remorse that plagued her soul. Guilt had once been a constant. Guilt for allowing men to use her, like a donor cup at a sperm bank. Guilt for selling her body, to pay the price for companionship…really shitty companionship.