I grinned against the inside of her thigh. “That’s my girl, telling me what you want and how you want to use me.”
My hands slid up her thighs slowly until I reached the edge of her underwear. With one knuckle, I traced along the lace seam, back and forth, teasing her until she was trembling. Then, I bent forward and dragged them down with my teeth, letting them fall to the floor before I tucked them in my pocket.
“Fuck.” Her head fell back.
“Don’t look away, Ellie,” I murmured, lips brushing her skin. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch exactly how I make you come.”
I licked up her center slowly, just to hear that breathy little moan again. When she tried to squirm away, I pressed a hand to her stomach and held her down. I dragged my tongue through her, rougher this time, until she gave me that sound—all needy and undone.
My cock was impossibly hard, straining against my pants as I noted every little reaction. I slid one finger inside her and had to bite back a curse at how she felt around me. She rocked her hips against my mouth, chasing it, and I gave her what she wanted. No teasing. No games. Just the steady rhythm of my mouth and the curl of my finger inside her.
Every flick of my tongue, every pass over her clit, every moan she tried and failed to hold in just pushed me closer to the edge. I was barely hanging on. I pressed my hips into the mattress, grinding down like I could feed off the pressure building in me.
“Fuck, baby—Sawyer.” She panted. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”
She was falling apart. I felt it in her thighs, the way they tensed against my shoulders, the way her fingers twisted in thesheets. Getting her off like this—watching her unravel because of me—was pushing me closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” I said, my voice low and urgent. “Now. Give it to me, Ellie baby.”
Her body shattered beneath me. Moans spilled freely from her lips, and her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer and arching hard into me.
That sound, her surrender, destroyed what was left of my control. Every shudder, every desperate whimper, pushed me straight into oblivion. I came in my fucking pants from the sounds of her alone. My hips jerked uncontrollably, heat crashing through my body all at once. My forehead dropped to her thigh, breath ragged.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trembling.
Her laugh was soft, warm, still tangled in the aftershocks. “Wait, did you just…”
“Yup. Couldn’t help it. Came just from the taste of you,” I growled, my teeth dragging along her thigh.
THIRTY-FOUR
Ellie
The fireworks had stoppedhours ago, and gray morning light filtered through the room. I lay twisted in Sawyer's bed, one leg caught in the sheets. My skin hummed with phantom touches, lips tender, my mind replaying the sounds he made.
Sawyer slept beside me, sprawled on his stomach. His short hair was a tousled mess, one arm stretched across the mattress. Even in sleep, he was trying not to let me go. I turned away, staring up at the ceiling as if it might have answers I wasn’t ready to face.
One night.
That’s what I’d told myself. One night to lose control. One night that wouldn’t mean anything.
I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. This wasn’t meaningless. It was real—too fucking real. It terrified me that the edges were blurred and I couldn’t tell where I stopped and Sawyer began.
I sat up, reached for his shirt draped over the chair, and slid it on. It was warm, smelled like him, and I hated how much comfort that gave me.
I padded down the hall. The kitchen was still and dark except for the pale light slanting through the blinds. I opened the cabinet as quietly as I could, grabbed a glass, and filled it from the fridge. The door creaked behind me, but I didn’t turn. I held the glass in both hands, bracing for what came next.
“Hey.” Sawyer’s voice was scratchy from sleep.
I swallowed. “Hey.”
He stopped a few feet behind me. “You okay?”
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure it was true. “Sorry. Wasn’t trying to wake you. Just needed water.”
He hesitated. “I can’t tell if you’re about to bolt or spiral.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Little of both, probably.”
