He doesn’t move from the counter. “Why me?”
I pinch my lips together. “I don’t know! Maybe because I don’t give a fuck about what you think!”
He pushes off the counter and walks toward me. “You didn’t come here to talk Blake. Tell me why you’re here.”
I swallow again and look down at the ground. “To forget.” I whisper.
His hand pushes my chin back up so that I am forced to look at him. “How do you want to forget?”
I squirm under his gaze. “You know how.” I say through clenched teeth.
“I need you to say the words.” His voice shows no mercy.
I stare back at him. My chest heaves up and down with anger. “Fuck me, Sawyer.” I grit out. “I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t have time to think before his mouth is on mine. He walks me backward until my back hits a wall. He raises my arms over my head and pins me there as his mouth devours mine. Fuck yes, this is exactly what I needed.
He’s not gentle in any way. The hand that is not pinning my arms to the wall comes down and grips my hip hard. He presses himself up against my body so that I feel him everywhere. His tongue presses into my mouth, and I relax into him.
My arms drop when he lets go of the grip he had on my wrists. He reaches down and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, and he presses me against the wall harder.
I reach down to get his damn shirt off. I want to feel his skin. He leans back slightly and helps me pull his tee over his head. His abs and arms flex as he walks me back toward his room.
He sets me down, and I push him back up against his door. I can’t wait any longer. I reach straight for his jeans and undo them. I yank them down, and he helps kick them to the side. He stands there almost naked while I’m still fully clothed.
I didn’t have a chance to explore his body the last time we were together, so I take the opportunity now. I pull away from his mouth and move my lips to his shoulder and then his chest. His breathing picks up when I move my lips down to his stomach. I slowly run my tongue up one side of his abs and then the other.
My mouth begins to salivate, and I have an overwhelming need to have him in my mouth. I drop down to my knees, and I yank his underwear down. His cock springs up, but I have it fisted in my hand and the head in my mouth a moment later.
His head slams back against the door. “Fuck!” He shouts.
I move my head backward and forward, sliding him in and out until my mouth reaches my hand that is holding his base. My mouth waters more, making him slide even easier. I want more of him. I need more of him.
I grab the back of his thigh with my free hand, and I let my other hand fall from his dick. This time when I bob forward, I let him slide all the way to the back of my throat. The sound he makes as I slide back off sends tingles down my spine and straight between my legs. I ache to have him inside of me.
“This-.” His breath catches as I slide him back in again. “This is not what I thought you had in mind.” He manages to get out.
I look at him with his cock still in my mouth. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, but it sounds more like jumbled words because well, his cock is in my mouth.
He groans and leans back against the door again. “Fuck no.” He whispers through a harsh breath.
I slide him fully back inside, and his body seems like it turns to jelly against the door. One hand grabs my head, and the other falls loosely back against the door. I gag when his hips jut forward, and then I slurp up the spit drooling from my mouth.
“Ugh.” He groans. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
I take him deeper, and he moans louder. “You keep surprising me.”
I reach up and grip his ass tight in my hands and pull him into me again. This time though, he pushes me off of him and reaches down and yanks me up. “Fuck. I can’t.”
He looks at me and notices I’m still fully clothed. He fixes that in a matter of moments. He pushes me backward onto the bed until he is fully on top of me. His mouth travels down to my breasts and then to my stomach.
I wiggle in agony underneath him. “Sawyer.” I pant. “I need you.”
He growls as he kisses over my thighs. “I need a minute.” He clips harshly.
“Sawyer please.” I beg.
“Fuck!” He shouts.