by Kris Norris
She bucked against him, trying to set up some kind of rhythm. He followed her lead, gliding his finger in and out of her grasping channel, feeling her walls give and contract around his penetration.
“So tight. It feels amazing.”
She whimpered something incoherent, spreading her thighs more as her knees started to tremble. He reached one of his hands under her ass, holding her up as he quickened his pace, using two fingers to part her tender folds. She called his name, and he moved his tongue back to her clit, lapping at it as he claimed her sex. Her orgasm loomed closer, marked by the increase in her arousal and the urgent gasps from low in her throat. He pumped her faster, matching the pace with the flick of his tongue. When her thighs stiffened, her breath releasing in a painful rasp, he suckled her clit into his mouth, driving his fingers hard and deep into her sex.
Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a keening wail as her pussy convulsed, sending tiny tremors coursing through his body as she climaxed around him. Liquid heat coated his tongue as he tasted her release, hot and sweet. He heard her gasp in more air as her strength finally waned, her body suspended only by his hand on her ass and one of her feet wedged against his knee. He smiled, letting her feel the movement on her bare lips, before slowly gaining his feet. Her head had lolled against the wall again and her eyes were squeezed shut, but he grinned when he saw she’d kept her hands fisted at her side like he’d instructed.
Sawyer shucked his briefs, tossing them over his shoulder as he pressed his body tight to hers, cupping one hand under her right thigh. Her eyelids flew open as his cock brushed across her mound, tempting her opening with the promise of his shaft sliding deep inside her. She followed his lead, wrapping first one leg, then the other, around the small of his back, relying on the strength in his arms braced below her buttocks to hold her up. He shifted his weight, lodging his cock an inch inside her.
Mallory moaned, encircling his neck with her arms as she tilted her groin, taking him slightly deeper. Sawyer growled against her neck, nipping at the corded muscles as he arched back then drove forward, claiming her passage in one hard stroke.
“God. Yes.”
Her voice echoed in his head as his chin fell forward, resting on her shoulder as he dragged his shaft through her tight folds, stopping with just the tip inside her. She whispered his name, begging him this time, and he thrust again, sinking deep as his balls slapped her ass.
“Bloody hell, darling. You’re so fucking tight. Too tight. Damn…”
His words morphed into grunts and groans as his need took over, and he fucked her hard against the wall, using his weight and his arms to hold her up as he pounded into her, gritting his teeth against the exquisite clench of her pussy along his shaft. Every thrust pushed the head deep in her channel, while every retreat rippled the length of his cock as her walls fluttered around him. Pleasure and pain streaked along his spine, threatening to unhinge him with every stroke.
Mallory cried out, her head banging against the wall as he surged deep, igniting a cascade effect inside her. Her channel clamped down hard on his shaft, while her walls contracted in rhythmic pulses, coating his cock with her slippery cream. He felt her entire body shatter around him, and he gave in to the rush of fire that pooled in his balls before erupting down his shaft, triggering a release that left him sagging in her arms. Pulse after pulse of his seed purged from the tip, and by the time the dizzying array of black spots cleared from his vision, he could feel their combined release wet against his sac.
It occurred to him that they hadn’t used protection, not that he was concerned about catching anything. And she’d always taken the pill before, but…
Sawyer pressed his forehead against hers, drinking in the heady scent of their sex. Sweet and spicy, it was the perfect mixture of love and lust, and he knew he’d never tire of it. He took a deep breath, pushing away his worries. Somehow the thought of her pregnant with his child didn’t scare him as it had before, and he found himself smiling at the notion as he slowly eased back, allowing her legs to slip off his hips as her feet touched the wooden floor. He held back a disgruntled chuckle when he realised he’d done exactly what he’d told himself not to—fucked her hard against the wall, though from the way she sagged against him, he didn’t think she cared. Her body shook with subtle aftershocks as he reluctantly pulled his weakening erection from her tight clasp.
“Don’t go.”
The words were nothing more than a breath of air across his neck, but he felt the weight of them down to his toes. He kissed her mouth, coaxing her gaze up to his. “God, you’re amazing. And now that we’ve gotten the sex out of the way, I can make love to you.”
Her eyes widened as he scooped her up and headed for the bedroom. While he’d enjoyed the rawness of their fuck against the wall, now he needed something deeper—something pure. Mallory didn’t speak. She just wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw as he kicked open her door, then toed it shut, striding confidently to the bed. Their gazes clashed as he stopped at the edge and gently lowered her onto the soft sheets.
He drew his fingers along her jaw, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of her. Dark, wavy hair framed her oval face, highlighting the pale tones in her skin. Her blue eyes sparkled like sunlight on the water, and her silky skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.
He smiled as he twirled a few errant strands of hair around his fingers, remembering his earlier wish to gather it in his hands as he claimed her mouth. “Are you sure you’re up for another round?”
She smirked at him, her gaze dropping to his groin. Though he was far from fully erect, already he could feel his cock lengthening against his thighs, hardening from the sheer lust shining in her eyes.
“You promised you’d make love to me. I’d hate to have to wrestle you into submission.”
He chuckled at her warning, moving forward to capture her mouth in his as his hand fisted her hair. It was even better than he’d envisioned. He dropped a kiss on her nose when he finally pulled back, loving how her eyelids fluttered a few times before opening.
“If you’re trying to scare me, you’ll have to pick something that doesn’t equate to a fantasy. ’Cause rolling around on the bed with you is hardly the stuff of nightmares.”
“Just because you’re bigger than me—”
He captured the rest of her words in his mouth as he lunged forward, taking them both down on the bed. Mallory squirmed beneath him, but only enough to get her legs out from underneath him before wrapping them around his hips again. She pressed her heels into the small of his back, seating him snugly between her thighs.
Sawyer ravaged her mouth, alternating between plunging his tongue deep and tasting the salty perfection of her skin as he covered her jaw with open-mouthed kisses. She returned the same, moaning his name as she tried to rub every inch of her body against his. For a moment, he worried his weight was squishing her into the bed, but the concern vanished when she tilted her hips and took the first thick inch of him inside her.
He stopped, clenching his teeth as he closed his eyes and staved off the riot of sensations coursing through him. Her lips brushed the column of his throat, making their way slowly towards his shoulder. A scrape of her teeth jerked his hips, plunging his cock deeper.
“Wench. You did that on purpose.”
She smiled at him when he looked down at her, her eyelids briefly closing as a ripple shivered through her. He could feel every reaction of her body as it joined with his, from the pooling of hot juices along his shaft to the thrashing pulse of her heart as it thundered against his chest.
“I warned you I’d wrestle you into submission.”
“Fuck, if this is your idea of wrestling, I’ll build us a permanent ring.”
She laughed, a musical sound that made his mouth curl into a smile and his heart squeeze tight in his chest. He took a deep breath, slipping his arms underneath her shoulders as he gathered her close, lowering his face until it hovered inches above hers. He
stared into her eyes, daring her to look away as he slowly sank inside her passage, feeling every inch of her body give as he surged deeper, stopping when his sac slapped her ass.
“Damn.” He moaned, fighting to keep his gaze on hers.
“Sawyer.”
Her voice was a combination of need and love and he bent lower as he brushed his lips over hers, wanting her to feel every emotion roiling inside him. Her hands palmed his back, tracing his muscles as he eased his aching cock out of her before thrusting it back in. Her head pushed into the mattress, exposing the long line of her neck.
He kissed the soft spot on her shoulder, nipping at the hollow. “Mallory.”
Her eyelids opened at the whispered rasp of her name and the look she gave him stopped his heart. She’d never shown him that much of herself, granting him access to every recess of her heart. He could feel her love for him in the way she speared her fingers through his hair, drawing him down for another soul-searing kiss.
He put all his love for her into that one kiss, wanting her to realise her trust hadn’t been misplaced. A soft sob drifted past his ear and he drew back, watching a wash of tears caress her cheek. He smiled, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb. He’d never seen her cry before, and knowing he’d pushed her past her limits humbled him.
“That’s it, darling. Don’t hold back. Give me everything.”
He moved faster, wanting to hear her scream his name again as she broke. Her breathing increased, the rapid pants matching the frenzied movement of his hips as he claimed her pussy, plunging deep then pulling back, keeping just the crown inside her. His name rose like a prayer from her lips as her eyes rolled shut and her head pressed back. He rode her hard, wishing he could go slower but too lost in the soft press of her sex and the wet sound of his balls slapping her butt. Her juice coated his shaft, heating his way, driving him forward. The tell-tale fire blazed a path down his spine, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Sawyer clenched his jaw, determined to hold off until she’d creamed his cock again. He shifted his body, angling his hips higher, knowing the new position would rub his pelvis across her clit.
“God. Yes. Now, now, now.”
Her voice filled the room, the desperate plea unhinging his control. He lowered his head, whispering her name against the shell of her ear as he slammed into her, all hope of gentleness gone. She moved with him, chanting his name as her body tensed, then broke, her shattered cry drowning out the frantic beating of his heart. He kept moving, claiming her channel over and over until the feeling overwhelmed him and he came, shooting his release deep inside her. His muscles clenched, holding him rigid above her as he emptied himself, feeling as if she’d consumed his very soul.
Her ragged gasp raked across his jaw and he lowered his head, mixing his breath with hers. Thoughts and words merged into one, and all he could do was lie there, holding her with the intention of never letting go. A warm wash of tears touched his skin, and he eased back just enough to gaze into her eyes. Love and something deeper gleamed back at him, and he smiled as he brushed one side of her cheek.
“I’m praying these are a result of my mastery in the bedroom, and not because you regret what just happened.”
She swallowed hard, shaking her head as she nuzzled the palm of his hand. “I’m just…”
Her words morphed into a sigh, and he nodded. Hell, he felt as raw as she looked and was surprised he had the clarity to remember his own name.
He dipped down, claiming her mouth in a soft, sensuous kiss. Her fingers teased the back of his neck before shifting down and cupping each side of his face. She held his gaze, baring her soul to him before whispering his name again and kissing his forehead.
His strength waned and he moved to one side, wondering whether to pull her onto his chest or spoon against her ass when worry creased her brow and she grabbed his arm, holding him close.
“Please don’t leave.”
Her voice barely registered, but there was no mistaking the fear laced within it. He furrowed his brow, wondering why she thought he’d want to be anywhere other than beside her in the bed.
He reached for her, running his fingers through her hair. “I’m not going anywhere tonight. But I should grab a cloth and clean you up before you pass out on me. Okay?”
She worried her bottom lip for a moment, the unconscious hesitation increasing his concern, before she smiled and released his arm, watching him as he pushed off the bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He glanced back at her as he walked through, making sure she knew he had every intention of returning as promised. He went to the cupboard and opened the door, grabbing a small cloth off the shelf. He glanced in the mirror as he turned on the tap, letting it run until the water felt warm beneath his fingertips. A small mark just above his collarbone drew his attention and he smiled at the hickey marring his skin. Damn, she was feisty.
He gave the blemish a quick rinse then cleaned his shaft, revelling in the combined scent of their sex as he rinsed the cloth and headed for the door. Her gaze followed him as he moved back to the bed, dipping the mattress with his weight. She didn’t speak as he gently parted her thighs, dabbing the warm material along her cleft, removing the evidence of their torrid lovemaking. Part of him pouted at the act, wanting nothing more than to see his cum dripping from her pussy, showing the world she was his. But the sensible side of him knew she wouldn’t get a restful sleep if he left her sticky and wet. And right now, her comfort was all he could think about.
He bathed her clit. A subtle shiver shuddered through her, and he couldn’t help but smile in smug victory. Just a hint of his touch and she’d had another small orgasm.
“You’re dangerous, darling. No wonder Cole wants you as his partner.”
She snorted. “Cole’s never fucked me against the wall.”
“And it’s a damn good thing ’cause I’d hate to have to kill the man.”
She shook her head in feigned annoyance as he climbed over her, trailing his hand up her hip and across her stomach, finally settling it in the soft valley of her breasts. The steady thrum of her heart vibrated his fingertips and he sighed as he snuggled her close, inhaling the scent of floral soap and cocoanut shampoo.
“Now try to get some sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”
Mallory kissed his arm and burrowed closer, staying strangely quiet as she relaxed against him, her breath quickly deepening as she gave in to the fatigue he’d seen creasing her brow and bunching her shoulders. He lay there for several minutes, holding her while she slept, rerunning the events of the night in his head. Though he’d seduced her into bed, he had a strange feeling he was far from being a permanent fixture in her life. She’d given him everything…bared a part of her he’d never seen before, but even so, he felt as if she was holding back. As if there was still something wedged between them, threatening to undo all he’d strived to achieve tonight.
He sighed, closing his eyes as he listened to her breathe, the soft, muffled sound lulling him into a hazy fog. He’d worry about everything tomorrow, when some of his blood had returned to his brain. When every waking thought wasn’t shaded in the colour of her skin and how it contrasted perfectly with his.
He heard himself laugh. Who was he kidding? The day she didn’t occupy his every thought was the day he died, pure and simple. And he had absolutely no intentions of dying before spending the next fifty years loving her.
Chapter Five
Mallory prised her eyelids apart, squinting against the throbbing pain beating in her head, as a hand shook her shoulder, preventing her from succumbing to the desire to simply roll over and snuggle beneath the covers. She tried to focus, dragging her gaze upwards until it settled on Sawyer’s face. He gave her a stunning smile that fluttered her stomach and ignited a new wave of pain.
She groaned, squeezing her temples as she rolled, letting her head fall back on the bed. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty. Here, take these.”
He nudged her with his
hand and she shifted her gaze just enough to see the pills and glass in his hands.
She peered at him. “What are those?”
“Spanish fly. What the hell do you think they are? Motrin. Now take them before those bongos in your head get any louder.”
She scowled at him, but took the pills, downing them with a gulp of water. “How did you know?”
He snorted, his ass crowding the space beside her. “You downed four shots of whisky in the space of a heartbeat last night—all on an empty stomach. It doesn’t take a neurosurgeon to figure out you might feel like shit this morning.” His gave travelled down the length of her body, pausing at her hips. “Other than the headache, you feeling okay?”
“If you’re asking me if I can still walk after your, how did you put it, ‘mastery in the bedroom’, it’ll be tricky, but I think I’ll manage.” She rolled her eyes at the smug look of satisfaction on his face. “Please tell me Cole isn’t here yet.”
“No. I called him ten minutes ago, just to be sure he wasn’t in the habit of dropping by to see if you’d made it through another night. Told him we’d meet him at the office.” He raised a brow. “But by your comment, I assume he usually does? Stop by?”
“Most days. But I told you. It was never like that. He’s just a nice guy who’s overly paranoid I don’t know how to take care of myself.”
“And rightly so. That milk in your fridge could be used as chemical warfare. Hell, you don’t even have any bread.”
She shrugged, regretting the action when her head responded with a stab of pain. “I haven’t been home much.”
“Apparently.” He sighed, patting her hip. “You know, I’m sure you have more than your fair share of sick days. Cole and I can handle things today if you’d rather stay here and catch up on some sleep.”
Mallory closed her eyes, considering his offer, but she knew she couldn’t accept. An entire day of sitting around, rehashing everything she’d confessed to Sawyer, wouldn’t help her feel better. Hell, after the night they’d shared, it’d only ratchet up her stress. She’d opened up to him, more than she’d ever planned to, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. She pried her eyelids apart again, her chest tightening at the concerned look in his eyes. Damn, how was she supposed to act casual when he made his feelings so obvious?
