by Rose, Callie
Finally, I managed to rip my mouth away from hers long enough to tug my shirt over my head one-handed. I swore she licked her lips when she took in the sight of my naked chest, and my pride—and cock—swelled.
Jesus, a man could get high off a look like that.
It was everything. Her brown eyes dilated, the lids drooping slightly as she tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth. Her legs were still hooked firmly around my waist, and she tightened her grip, grinding her pussy against my dick through our clothes.
Too many clothes.
I slid both hands up the flat plane of her stomach, bringing her shirt up with me. She arched up to let me pull it off her, raising her arms over her head. I froze then, her shirt still in my fists, as I took in the sight of her. Her chest was slightly flushed, and her gorgeous breasts were rising and falling quickly with her deep breaths. Her bra was the front-clasping kind, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and flipped the clasp open.
Her breathing picked up even more, and she shifted restlessly on the bed as I stared down at her. She was probably getting sick of me ogling her like a horny teenager, but damn. I wasn’t going to rush this. I wanted to savor every minute of it.
Of her.
Finally, I draped my body over hers, resting on my forearms as my gaze bounced back and forth between her eyes. We were so close our noses were almost touching, and I swore I could see every emotion she was feeling in the deep chocolate of her irises.
“Hey,” I murmured.
She swallowed, looking up at me with an expression that made my chest tighten. “Hey.”
I dipped my head to kiss her again, but this time, I didn’t let myself rush. I swept her mouth thoroughly with my tongue, taking the kiss deep. Little sounds of pleasure worked their way up her throat and got trapped in our kiss, swallowed up in the connection between us.
Fuck. I wanted them all. Every sound of pleasure, every whimper, every moan. I wanted to be the one responsible for making this incredible woman feel good.
Cherished.
Wanted.
I broke our kiss and trailed my lips down the curve of her jaw, along her neck, and over her chest to where her pink, pert nipples begged for my attention. I gave it to them—I was a team player after all—rolling one between my fingers while I sucked on the other. When I gave a gentle bite, she yelped then moaned.
Yeah. I’d thought she might like that. And judging from the heat in her eyes the night she’d found my stash of toys, I thought she’d probably be up for playing around with those someday too. But for tonight, I wasn’t gonna let some damn piece of plastic and silicone have any bit of her. She was all mine right now.
Realizing I was actually getting a little jealous of my sex toys, I chuckled to myself. She grabbed my head and pulled it closer to her breast, holding on to my hair for dear life. She’d obviously liked what those vibrations had done.
“What’s—so funny?” she gasped, trying to get her eyes to focus as she peeked down at me.
“Nothing.” I grinned at her as I sat back on my heels between her legs. “I was just thinking how sometimes the most amazing things happen when you least expect them.”
She nodded, not needing any more explanation than that. Hell, the two of us had been dancing around each other since the moment I first saw her in that café. I’d wanted her since the first time I saw her, and every subsequent day I’d known her had only made me crave her more. Our banter and teasing and all the tension between us had been like foreplay, turning me on whether I had meant them to or not.
And Addison was fucking gorgeous; there was no arguing that. But it wasn’t just her stunning features that attracted me to her. It was her spark, her spirit. I’d never met anybody quite like her in my life.
A rush of emotion flooded my chest at that thought, surprising me with its intensity. I didn’t let myself dwell on it too long though. Instead, I slowly unwound her legs from my waist and slipped my hands down her smooth, flat stomach.
“May I?”
Her chin dipped again, and she watched me with heavy-lidded eyes as I pulled her pants off. I went back for her panties, taking my time as I slid the delicate lace down her legs, planting kisses as I worked my way down. As I pulled them all the way off, I pressed my lips to her ankle, making her whole body shudder. I quickly yanked off my own pants and grabbed a condom from the drawer before settling back between her legs.
There was nothing between us now, and I could feel her warmth right near the head of my cock. I rocked forward gently, sliding my dick between her folds, and her head tilted back. I slid through her slickness a few more times, testing her readiness. She was soaked, so wet for me already, and it took everything I had to pull away long enough to tear open the wrapper and slide the condom on.
Once I was sheathed, she hauled my head down to hers again, kissing me hungrily as her fingers ran through my hair.
“Sawyer… ”
She breathed the word into my mouth, hooking her legs around me and gyrating her hips, trying to get us closer.
Hearing her say my name like that almost made me lose it completely. She’d called me by both my first and last names plenty of times, but I’d never heard her say it quite like that.
With reverence.
With desperation.
“Addison, I’m so fucking lucky you came here,” I murmured as the head of my cock found her entrance at last. Her eyes flew open to meet mine at the sound of my voice, and I surged forward, filling her in one deep thrust.
Her mouth fell open as a look of pleasure swept over her features.
God, so fucking perfect.
She was tight, and her body was practically fused to mine as I took a moment to let her adjust to the sudden intrusion. It felt so damn good that I needed a minute to gather myself anyway. I had wanted Addison for so long, and now that I had her, I wasn’t going to blow this. Pun intended.
When I was confident I could move without coming in two strokes like a damn teenager, I began to thrust slowly and deeply. Her hips matched my rhythm, and the noises spilling from her lips got louder and hotter.
My pace picked up, pleasure building at the base of my spine as I dipped my head to run a hot trail with my tongue along her shoulder. I bit down at the juncture where her neck met her shoulders, and her nails dug into my back, her thighs clamping around me.
“Oh, fuck, Sawyer!”
I grinned against her skin. My girl liked that.
My girl. Was that really what she was?
I didn’t know. But I wanted her to be. I hadn’t been kidding when I told Addison I was done with my partying, man-whoring ways. I hadn’t slept with anyone in months because I’d wanted it to mean something when I did.
And this? It meant a whole hell of a lot.
I rolled over onto my back, and she willingly came with me, bracing her knees on either side of my body and riding me. My hands skated over her ass, her hips, her stomach, her breasts—trying to map the contours of her body, to memorize them as if there’d be a test later. I palmed her breast with one hand and reached down to where we were joined with the other, finding the hard nub of her clit with my thumb.
I worked it in broad circles, changing my rhythm up every time she got used to the new pattern, and soon, she was writhing and rocking on top of me. Her gaze found mine again, and I saw it in her eyes—the most beautiful unraveling I’d ever seen.
“Come for me, Addison. Come on, baby. Let go for me,” I whispered, and she did.
Her pussy clenched around my cock as she threw her head back, grinding her hips in uneven rotations against mine.
The sight of it snapped the little thread of self-control I had left, and I gripped her hips hard, driving up into her a few more times before I exploded, my cock pulsing as I came hard.
She collapsed on top of me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hair fanning over my shoulder. She squeezed her inner walls around me again, and I groaned appreciatively. My hands moved up to stroke he
r hair as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I wasn’t even quite sure what it was for. For the understanding I’d seen in her eyes earlier? For caring about me? For the incredible, mind-blowing sex? Maybe for all of it.
She didn’t answer with words, just lifted her head up and kissed me lazily. Her hands roamed over my skin as she did, and I could already feel my cock hardening again.
Shit. I am one lucky son of a bitch.
I had her right where I wanted her, and something told me this night was far from over.
17
Addison
An unfamiliar alarm woke me at eight o’clock the next morning. I barely had time to register Sawyer’s strong arms around me before he was up, bounding out of bed and across the room to shut it off. I sat up groggily, shamelessly letting the sheets fall away from my bare breasts as I admired his sculpted nakedness.
“G’morning,” I said, my body heating at the sight of him. We hadn’t gone to sleep until late—very late—and my muscles could still feel the effects of our night together. I was sore in places I hadn’t been sore in a long time, and it felt amazing.
“Hey, there! I have to get ready for practice. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Last night’s offer still stands, poke around the house to your heart’s content. I won’t be back until this afternoon.” He vaulted onto the bed, kissed me, then vaulted off and into his bathroom. I blinked blearily after him.
“Morning people,” I muttered with a dazed smile, shaking my head. “How anybody can function before coffee is beyond me. That being said… Sawyer, mind if I make coffee?”
He poked his head out of the bathroom. “Mi casa es su casa.” He beamed at me, activating the butterflies that seemed to be on permanent standby. “Go for it. I won’t be able to join you though. If I’m late, Coach will have my head.”
“We can’t have that,” I said with a laugh. “Do what you need to.”
He winked at me and returned to his morning ablutions. I stumbled out of bed and into my own room in the buff. After my own bare bones routine of brushing my hair and teeth and checking my flushed, happy-looking face in the mirror, I was feeling slightly more human but no less hazy. Not quite ready for real clothes, I threw on an oversized sleep shirt and a pair of panties and padded out of the room.
The bubbly feeling in my chest stayed with me as I made my way downstairs, eager to get a little caffeine into my system. I had the sneaking suspicion that the afterglow would last all day, and why not? Such mind-blowing sex should be fully appreciated, after all.
The sunlight streaming through the windows in his large kitchen seemed extra bright, and I caught myself grinning like an idiot as I made coffee. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head at myself.
“You better hope you’re right about him,” I murmured under my breath.
“Right about who?” Sawyer swept into the kitchen with a gym bag slung over his shoulder, beaming even brighter than the sun. He lifted his nose into the air and sniffed. “Mm. Smells good.”
I grinned at him, a wave of butterflies flapping in my stomach. “The coffee’s almost done brewing. But aren’t you going to be late if you wait for it to finish?”
“Ah, but I’m not here for coffee.”
With that pronouncement, he dropped the gym bag on the floor and swept me into his arms, meeting my eyes with a sultry gaze. His lips devoured mine in a long, slow kiss that simmered right on the edge of ignition. I melted into his arms, letting my own arms wrap around him as my body molded to his.
We’d been up most of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, and by all rights, I should be sated. Exhausted. But as Sawyer kissed me like he might never come up for air, desire sparked to life inside me again, and I felt slick wetness dampen my panties. Everything between us was still so fresh and new, the craving so strong, that all it took was a single touch or kiss from him to make my body burn.
I must’ve had the same effect on him, because he groaned into my mouth, palming my ass with his large hands and squeezing. The large sleepshirt I was wearing fell to my mid-thigh, but he tugged the fabric up, sliding his hands over the silky material of my panties.
“God, I wish I didn’t have anywhere to be today,” he murmured, breaking away from our kiss to brush his lips over my cheek and jaw.
When I tilted my head back in invitation, he pressed kisses down the column of my throat, flicking his tongue out to taste my skin as he went.
“Yeah?” I asked, the word breathy as my fingers threaded through his thick dark hair. “What would you do if you didn’t?”
He drew away from me just far enough to catch my gaze as he looked up, a wicked grin curving his lips. “I’d throw you over my shoulder and carry your sexy ass back upstairs. I’d rip your clothes off and make sure you spent the rest of the day naked and sweaty. I’d make you come like it was my new religion.”
Oh, shit. That sounds incredible.
I suddenly wished he didn’t have anywhere to be either, as a spike of arousal surged through my veins. I tilted my head back even more, arching my spine, and Sawyer rewarded me by scraping his teeth along the line of my collarbone. The wide neck of my sleep shirt hung off one shoulder, and I sucked in a breath as his mouth devoured every inch of exposed skin.
He was breathing harder when he lifted his head to kiss me again, and so was I. My whole body felt flushed and electric, and although I vaguely registered the gurgling sound that told me the coffee was done brewing, I didn’t care so much about caffeine anymore.
This right here was just the pick-me-up I needed.
Sawyers arms banded around me again, broad and thick and strong, and I pressed my softness against the hard planes of his body as he walked me backward until my ass hit the kitchen counter.
Without breaking our kiss, he moved his hands to my waist and lifted me gently as if I weighed nothing, depositing me on the edge of the counter top. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him closer to my body. The counter was at the perfect height, and his cock pressed hard against my core as he thrust his hips gently, little pulses that gave a delicious friction against my clit.
“Sawyer…” I muttered, my eyelids drooping as sensation flooded me. “Fuck, yes. Please.”
“Damn it.” He chuckled, his hands roaming my body possessively, pushing my large shirt up to give him more access. “You just said the magic words, Addison. How the hell could I say no to you?”
A teasing glint mingled with the heat blazing in his eyes, and he grabbed the hem of my sleep shirt in both hands and tugged it over my head. Cool air hit my skin, and my nipples pebbled instantly, my clit throbbing as I watched Sawyer drink in the sight of me.
My gaze darted to the window, and I made a half-hearted attempt to cover my breasts. I wasn’t exactly shy about sex, but I’d never had any secret fantasies about putting on a show for the neighbors or anything.
Sawyer noticed where my attention had gone and shook his head, grinning hungrily. “Don’t worry, nobody can see you. This…” He dipped his head to lave one of my nipples with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and tugging it between his teeth until I moaned. “…is just for me.”
God, how does he always say the right thing?
His words stoked the fire burning inside me even hotter, even as they made something warm and sweet spread through my chest. I knew it was probably way too soon to get attached like this, but I loved the possessive spark that flared in his eyes when he looked at me.
Satisfied with the reassurance he’d given me, he moved over to my other breast, giving that one the same treatment as the first while his hands skated over my skin, exploring every part of me they could reach. When he finally released my breast from his mouth with a wet pop, I was a shaking, panting mess.
He seemed to like that sight quite a bit, because he made a low growl in his throat and lowered his lips to my skin again. But this time, instead of attacking my breasts, he trailed them lower, drawi
ng a line down my stomach until he reached the thin fabric of my panties.
His fingertips tugged the waistband down a bit, exposing a new swath of skin for him to devour. My legs tensed, and my toes curled in the air as he pulled them down even more, and I shifted my hips, silently urging him to just yank the damn things off already. He kept teasing me though, working them down a half inch at a time in torturous slowness. When he finally tugged them down over my hips, I gasped as I felt hot breath ghost over my pussy.
I shifted my hips again, and he pulled the silky fabric down my legs before tossing my panties away, his gaze fixed to the spot at the apex of my thighs. He looked transfixed, awed, maybe even a little dazed, and I had to fight against the impulse to press my legs together. I wanted his attention right where it was, but at the same time, I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the feelings it stirred up in me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped, his gaze traveling up my body, igniting the same sparks his hands had earlier.
His hands slid down my thighs, and he hooked the backs of my knees, tugging me closer to the edge of the counter. He kept his grip on me, keeping me spread wide open for him as he dipped his head, nestling his broad shoulders between my legs and running his tongue up the line of my sex.
“Oh God!”
My head tipped back, my whole body jerking at the jolt of sensation that shot through me, and he groaned in satisfaction as he did it again, swirling the tip of his tongue over my clit at the end of his stroke. He kissed and licked and nipped at me until stars danced in my vision, and when he had me gasping for breath, moaning incoherently, he latched onto the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked.
My world exploded in a rush of sensation, and I swore I could feel every atom in my body separating and coming back together as I shuddered in his grasp, writhing on the counter as a loud cry fell from my lips.
When my vision returned to normal, I was greeted by the hot-as-sin sight of Sawyer straightening before me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. His bright blue gaze darkened as he seemed to savor my taste, and my jaw fell open slightly.
