She snuggled into my side, her soft lips pressing against the side of my neck as she kissed me, and within minutes, her breathing evened out and I knew she’d fallen asleep.
I’d never spent the night with a woman. It was always fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em when it came to me, but waking up with Gretchen in my arms changed that.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same again.
I was noticing stupid shit I’d never noticed before. Like the way her hair looked in the morning sunlight. How soft her face looked, her mouth slightly opened and her cheeks flushed in sleep.
I’d obviously been reading too much romantic shit in Lit and Film.
We spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms after she gave herself to me. It was the sweetest, most perfect moment of my life.
Better than a win.
Better than the glory of bragging rights.
Being with Gretchen was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life, and I knew as I watched her sleep sweetly against my side, that I was too far gone when it came to her.
I’d fallen for her, and I’d fallen hard. I’d never tell her that—my pride was too strong—but I was definitely thinking it.
She had me in the palm of her hand, which meant she had the capability to crush me. It was scary knowing someone had that kind of control over you, but it was worth it.
Resting my head on the heel of my hand, I watched her sleep like a creeper until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to touch her. Her skin was warm against my fingers as I ran them over her tits, her nipples going hard even in sleep. Leaning forward, I replaced my fingers with my mouth, sucking her rigid bud between my teeth.
She squirmed in her sleep, her hands sliding into my hair to hold my mouth to her. She was so responsive—so honest in her pleasure. Sliding my hand down over her waist and between her thighs, I cupped her, feeling the warmth in my palm. Her eyes opened, and she bit her lip.
“Good morning,” I whispered against her skin before sucking her nipple once more.
Her back rose from the bed, prompting me to run a finger through her soaked folds. She reached for my hardening cock, and I hissed when she cupped my balls softly.
“I want you,” she whined.
I smiled against her flushed skin, loving hearing those words from her sweet mouth.
Letting go of her nipple with a wet smack, I moved up her neck until I was kissing her.
“It’s too soon,” I mumbled against her lips.
She pulled away, her eyes desperate with need.
“It’s not. I feel fine.”
I kissed her again, grinning against her lips at the moans she let slip when I pressed a single finger inside her.
“I want to watch you come.”
Usually, I didn’t worry about much about getting a girl off. I mean, I did it. Fair was fair, after all, but something about the way Gretchen exploded for me made me feel like a god. I was becoming addicted to her orgasms. I wanted to bring her the brink over and over again, and I wanted to watch the way her eyes glazed over and her mouth parted in sweet pleasured pain.
I worked a second finger in, slowly stretching her as I used my thumb to massage her tiny bundle of nerves.
“Just lay there, look beautiful, and let go.”
I worked her until her skin was slippery, and she was begging me not to stop. I nuzzled her neck; sucking and kissing every piece of exposed skin as I kept up the rhythm I’d learned gave her the most pleasure.
She gripped at my naked back, her nails sinking into my skin. She tightened around my fingers, letting me know she was close, and I sped up.
“Sawyer,” she panted my name.
I took in every second of her expression, feeling as though I was seconds away from coming, too.
“What is it, baby?”
“I’m so close. Please I …” She ran out of breath and swallowed the rest of her sentence.
“Yes. Come for me, baby. I want to watch you fall apart.”
And she gave me exactly what I wanted.
Her head pressed back into my pillow and her mouth fell open as her body exploded around my fingers, sucking and pulling at them as her juices spilled out. She panted my name, trying her hardest to be quiet since the guys were home, and I kept going until she was lifting from my bed and shaking uncontrollably.
I pulled my soaked fingers from her and sucked at her honeyed nectar as she watched, transfixed by my blatant display.
She tasted amazing.
She reached for my cock, but I stopped her. There was no way I would be able to go easy on her after watching her come so sweetly. I needed to control myself. I hadn’t been with many virgins, but I had a feeling that trying to go again so soon might be uncomfortable for her. Using my fingers and using my cock were two different things.
She didn’t let up, though.
Instead, she threw her leg over my hip and straddled me. My hands went to her hips as my cock nestled between her wet folds.
“I want to feel you so deep, Sawyer. I need you.”
She was hot.
She was ready.
If I let her take the lead, she could determine how much she could handle, and I wouldn’t feel like shit if it hurt her.
Reaching for the table beside my bed, I snatched a condom from the drawer and ripped it open with my teeth. Pushing her back, my cock popped up from beneath her and I rolled the rubber over my shaft.
She moved over me, my cock in her hand as she readied me at her entrance, and I watched entranced as she slowly sank down on me. My cock disappeared as she engulfed me in her heat and buried me deep.
I’d never get over how amazing she felt.
So tight.
Only mine.
Always mine.
I dug my fingers into her hips to keep from taking control. The urge to pound into her was strong, but I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let her take the lead.
She swayed her hips and a tiny purr rose from her chest. Her response made my balls go even tighter.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
She nodded. “So. Fucking. Good,” she muttered before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
She circled her hips, getting a feel for me and figuring out what felt the best, and her movement felt amazing.
I pressed my head into my pillow and took a deep breath—whatever it took to keep my control in check. But when she lifted and dropped back down, a growl rippled across my lips.
Things picked up from that point on. She was getting the hang of things. She began to bounce up and down, occasionally grounding down and rolling her hips. Her expression was one of awe, her mouth open and her eyes tiny slits in her face.
Her fingernails dug into my chest and my fingers dug into her hips, helping when she would get winded. The bed squeaked beneath us, louder the faster she moved, but I didn’t care. Fuck the guys. They’d get over it. If she wasn’t worried about them hearing us, then neither was I.
And then all care went out the window.
She picked up speed, pained pleasure filling her expression. She was close—her panting becoming louder and her breathing becoming harder.
“Sawyer.” My name rushed past her lips, and I sat up, suddenly needing to kiss her.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close, going deeper and making her cry out against my mouth. I kissed her hard, tasting her and relishing in her personal flavor.
She was tired, her body going limp as her impending orgasm threatened. So I helped her, pulling her hips to me and thrusting myself into her.
“Yes, baby,” she whined. I grinned at her pet name. I usually hated it when girls called me baby, but it was different with her. “Oh my God … like that. Yes. Like that.”
I leaned back, ready to watch her explode, and I sped up, thrusting into her and filling my hands with her ass as I pulled her into my thrusts.
It was beautiful.
Her mouth popped open and her breath stopped.
And then s
he broke loudly.
The bed squeaked, and she screamed as she came all over me, sending me falling right after her.
I stiffened, my entire body feeling pleasure as I came hard and fast.
“Fuck yes,” I growled with my release.
Then my body went weak, and I fell back against my pillow.
My eyes fluttered closed and a smile pulled at my lips.
I’d never felt so much happiness all at once.
I’d never felt so at peace.
I fell asleep again with her curled up on my chest, my body still connected with hers and her heartbeat lulling me to my dream world. When I woke up, she was coming out of my bathroom. She’d just taken a shower and her hair was wet. My clothes hung on her tiny frame, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything beneath them since her panties and bra were still lying on the floor by my bed.
I’d never seen anything sexier in my entire life.
“I hope this is okay,” she said, tugging at the T-shirt, which fell sexily off one shoulder and covered her body to her knees.
I swallowed hard at the sight of her. “More than okay.”
I showered and dressed and before we left, I gave her a hoodie since it was chilly out. Instead of taking her back to her place, I took her to her car since she’d rode home with me the night before.
She played with my fingers the whole ride there. I didn’t usually do the whole handholding thing. As far as I was concerned, handholding had always been some bullshit way for a girl to try and stake a claim or make something out of nothing.
I never would have allowed a woman to touch me like this unless we were fucking, but I loved Gretchen’s hands on me. I loved the way she played with my fingers so sweetly. Her touch was soft. Her touch had emotion behind it that should have sent me running for the hills, but it didn’t. I latched on, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to let go.
She didn’t say much during the ride, which made me nervous. Only pussy boys worried about what a girl was thinking. I usually didn’t give a fuck about how they felt after sex, but I cared about Gretchen’s feelings. I wanted her to be okay with what happened, so without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and slanted my lips across hers.
I put more emotion than I thought I was capable of into the kiss, hoping that it would chase away any doubts about what last night meant. Because regardless of what she might have to say about the situation, we were definitely an us.
“I’ll text you later,” she said with a nervous grin.
Reaching up, I tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear and kissed her once more. I couldn’t seem to get enough.
“You better.”
I was in love with Sawyer.
I think.
No. Fuck that.
Shit. Yes. I think I am.
Hell, I don’t know.
I’d fought kicking and screaming, leaving nail prints on the floor as my emotions dragged me toward him, but I’d fought in vain. I couldn’t stop it from happening. It just … did.
I felt foolish for allowing it to happen. I felt like just another girl in his bed. Sure, he was sweet afterward—all holding my hand and kissing me, but how was I to know whether he did that with every girl?
So, what was done was done.
I was a Sawyer Reed concubine.
My body was a rebellious bitch, and Sawyer had played me like a fiddle—showing me everything I’d been missing and bringing me to new heights of pleasure that I never knew existed.
His fingers.
His mouth.
His body.
They controlled me—ravished me—and I knew that all it would take was a simple smile from him and I’d fall right back into his grasp. I also knew I’d do so willingly with a big fucking smile on my face.
He was good.
No.
He was better than good.
The word epic came to mind.
I could see myself easily becoming addicted to Sawyer and the way he made me feel physically and emotionally. The only problem was I was positive Sawyer didn’t feel the same way about me. He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. I knew this about him before I slept with him, which meant I was a total dumbass. He hadn’t promised me anything and I hadn’t asked any questions, which meant there was no one to blame for my situation but me.
Unrequited feelings were the worst.
Falling and not being caught was one of my biggest fears. Already, I could see myself flat on the asphalt as Sawyer and the rest of his concubines laughed over me.
So when a text from Sawyer came through, I ignored it.
Sawyer: Hey beautiful.
I needed time to figure out what the hell was going on with me and my crazy emotions. I had other people to consider before I made any decisions—people like Jacob.
Could I just walk away from Sawyer knowing what that would mean for Jacob?
Did I even want to walk away?
My body screamed no, but my mind was telling me to run like the wind.
I figured being around each other was going to be weird. Friends with benefits wasn’t going to work for us. I wasn’t going to become a sidepiece for Sawyer, and he wasn’t going to suddenly become boyfriend material.
The entire situation was a mess.
Thirty minutes later, my phone went off again.
Snatching it from my desk, I read over the text.
Sawyer: Are you ok?
Again, I sat my phone down without responding.
I had no idea what to do. I was way out of my element, and I wished more than anything I could call my mom and get her advice.
My phone went off once more, but instead of reading it, I turned my phone off. I couldn’t focus when he was sending me text messages. He was probably ready to set up the next fuckfest meeting and all I could think about was whether my feelings were legit.
Was I in love?
Or had I been thoroughly fucked right out of my virginal gate?
I’d heard of women confusing the two. Good sex didn’t equal love, but damn if it sure felt that way.
I must have fallen asleep because suddenly Lexi was shaking me and calling my name. I rolled onto my back, the sun blazing into my eyes, and I whined in sleepy aggravation.
“No. More sleep.”
“Gretchen, you missed this morning’s class. You’re going to miss your next class, too, if you don’t get your ass up.”
I snuggled into my comforter with a smile, but then her words sank in.
“Shit!”
I jumped up, tossing my covers to the side and running to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and grabbed my bathroom tote. Running to the bathroom, I rinsed my body, brushed my teeth, and threw my clothes on as fast as humanly possible.
When I finally made it to class, there was a minute left to spare. I went into the room, found an empty desk, and I sank into it as I pulled my notes out and plucked a pen from the back of my bag.
The class was slow, and I found myself dozing off, my head popping up every time I’d wake. By the time class was over, I was sure the entire hour had been a waste. I hadn’t taken any notes, and I had to ask the girl next to me what our homework assignment was.
Basically, I should have stayed in bed.
Slinging my bag onto my shoulder, I left the class with a yawn. I barely made it out the door before I found myself standing in front of a wall of thick, muscled chest. The number ten stared back at me.
“Are you avoiding me?” Sawyer’s voice rumbled from above.
Looking up, my eyes met his, and briefly, I was knocked senseless by how sexy he was.
Already, I wanted him again.
And again.
He was a like a shot straight to my clit. It was throbbing already just looking at him. I was so going to flick the bean the second I had a few minutes alone.
“Excuse me?” I questioned, confused.
“Are. You. Avoiding. Me?” He said each word slowly. “I’ve been texting you. You’re not responding, whi
ch usually means you’re avoiding me.”
He looked angry—his lips tight and his eyes unreadable.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. The screen was black since I’d forgotten to turn it back on the night before.
“My phone’s dead,” I lied, holding it up so he could see the black screen.
He didn’t believe me. I could see the accusation in his eyes. But still, his shoulders dropped in relief.
He reached for me, his fingers moving over my arm and sending chills up to my shoulder, and he pulled me to the side and out of the way of the students leaving the classroom.
“Are we okay?” he whispered, ducking low so he was level with my ear.
Whispering had never felt so sexy. No, seriously. I was positive if he whispered just a few more sentences, I’d come right there in the middle of the hallway. Every nerve ending in my body stood on edge, ready and willing to feel his touch. I swallowed against the sensations his whispered words caused and nodded.
“We’re okay.”
I wasn’t sure what we were, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I needed to say whatever the hell it took to get him to let me go. Being close to him was making me stupid. My body was once again rebelling against me and taking away my decision-making capabilities. All I could think about was climbing on top of him and sinking down onto his hard cock.
“Did you hear me?” he asked with aggravation deep in his brow.
I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. I was too busy thinking about how epic he was.
Mmmmm. Epic.
“I’m sorry. What?”
He sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “I asked if you wanted to grab some wings at Jim’s tonight.”
No. It was out of the question. I wasn’t going to spend any time with Sawyer until I knew what to do. I needed space until I could at least think straight.
Those are the things I wanted to say. I didn’t open my mouth. Instead, I nodded my head like an idiot and agreed to wings and whatever else he had in mind.
He smiled. “Good. Meet you there at seven.”
Before I realized what he was about to do, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was a quick kiss, but I was still able to taste him. He pulled away, running his thumb over my cheek, and then he walked away from me, leaving me leaning against the wall—his flavor on my tongue and my panties soaked.
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