Chapter Seventeen
Sawyer
As I stepped out of the limo. a cold breeze blew against my overheated flesh, and goose bumps formed in the wake. This is happening. Really happening. After all this time, dreaming…hoping…something had changed. I felt it in the intensity of his stare. And Kurt never said anything he wasn’t sure of.
Kurt grabbed my hand and began to walk faster than I could keep up. His hurried movements showed he was anxious. In the rush, I nearly tripped. “Slow down. It won’t be any fun spending our evening in the ER with a broken ankle,” I commented with a giggle.
Kurt whirled around in a flash and picked me up, cradling me to his chest. “I think we’ve waited long enough. Those shoes—”
“Are fantastic and make my ass look great.”
We grinned at each other like two totally smitten people. I was about to make another smart comment when he pressed his mouth against mine, silencing me.
His lips.
His touch.
His taste.
It was better than I remembered. A perfect combination of silk, sweetness, and lust. Our tongues danced, and our need for each other grew to a combustible level. His hold tightened on me as I kissed him harder and nipped his lip. Kurt growled into my mouth as he climbed the stairs to the bus.
This passion between us nearly made me orgasm on the spot. We were like two elements coming together and combusting.
When we were barely inside the bus, he set me down, and instantly our hands were all over each other. Mine found his belt buckle, and I nearly stumbled, trying to walk and unbuckle at the same time. Kurt picked me up again, carried me over to the counter, and set me on the edge. With his eyes locked on mine, he caressed my leg all the way to my ankle, where he gently removed my shoe and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Those are expensive.”
He repeated the motion, tossing the other one, tempting me to stop him. But I bit my lip, saying nothing, and he stepped back to take off his shirt. Man, I loved seeing his body. My breaths hitched as he stalked toward me again.
I realized my dress had risen indecently high. Then finally, we were back in each other’s space, our breaths mingling. I wanted this more than anything. This moment was beyond anything I had hoped for.
His thumb came up and grazed my nipple where it puckered against the material of my dress. Even the smallest of touches sent need racing through me. Kurt’s free hand traced lazily up the inside of my leg, sending shivers.
“Are you wet, Sawyer?”
“Very. And I need you to make me come.”
His hand moved a little higher, and I was nearly panting with the rising desire.
“What do you need?” His voice was husky and deep.
I swallowed and stuttered, hardly able to stand it. “Y-you. On-only y-you.”
His finger barely grazed my clit, and I moved closer to get more friction. In response, Kurt pinched my nipple. “You like?” The catch of his voice sent a little thrill through me.
I needed all of him; otherwise I might implode. “Kurt, please, give me more.”
With just the tip of his finger, he traced a delicate path until he reached my opening, teasing me.
“Oh, Kurt! Please. Stop fucking around!”
He pinched my other nipple. Hard. And I liked it. A lot.
“This dress is a walking wet dream.” Kurt’s hands moved to my knees, and I whimpered at the loss of touch while they trailed up my thighs. “And I don’t want anyone else to see my wet dreams.”
“Mmm…”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cabinet, relishing the feel of him owning every molecule of my body with only his touch.
Rip.
In the blink of an eye, Kurt ripped the front of my dress down the middle until I was completely exposed.
“Kurt!”
In response, he thrust his finger inside me. I was ready for him. And all was forgiven. He could rip every dress I owned if this was the response I’d receive. His lips nibbled along my neck as he worked his way up to my ear. “So fucking hot.” His words reverberated through me, increasing my desire.
“Please, I need to come.”
Slowly, Kurt trailed kisses back down my neck to my nipples as he worked my core. The impending orgasm built higher. Only Kurt had ever been able to take me this high. Only Kurt. After one bite on my nipple, he moved lower and lower. The man had a tongue for sin. He put it around my clit and sucked while caressing it, and I detonated on the spot as I came.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! So much better than my vibrator.”
Kurt stood back up slowly, his teasing finger still inside me and building me up again. “I’ve been going fucking mad hearing that every night. Those sweet little moans. I came in my fist every time you did.”
Oh my. “Does it help to know I was thinking of you?”
“Absofuckinlutely.”
I hopped off the counter and grabbed the front of his jeans. Without wasting another moment, I yanked them open. No boxers. Nice. His dick was right there, eagerly waiting for me. And it was mine. Only mine. I gave it a few long strokes, and his eyes fluttered for the briefest of seconds.
“Where’s a condom?” I asked.
Kurt pulled one from his wallet, and I savagely opened it with my teeth while he watched. “Faster, Sawyer. I need to be in your sweet pussy.”
I licked my lips and put the condom in my mouth, wanting to make him mad with need, too. Kneeling, I used my lips to push it down the length of his throbbing cock. The lack of a gag reflex allowed me to deep throat him to finish rolling on the condom. Kurt loved when I did this. “Yes, fuck yes!”
I ran my tongue along his length while looking up, and I knew I had lost control of the situation. The hunger in his eyes only advanced my own. No more waiting. It was time.
Kurt yanked me up and lifted me into the air to where I could wrap my legs around him. In one swift movement, he impaled me, and we both cried out from the amazing feeling of being connected again. Nothing was better than feeling him stretch and fill me.
Our mouths clashed as Kurt haphazardly moved toward a flat surface. I moved my hips against him, needing to feel his throbbing head inside me. We crashed into a wall where Kurt picked up the pace inside me. We were wild for each other as he fucked me—hard. I used my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage and he thrust into me like a wild animal. One more pump and we called out as euphoria overtook us.
Forever. This man would own me forever.
Kurt leaned his forehead against mine. “It’s true what I said in LA. You’ve wrecked me. Forever.”
“I’ll never be the same.”
It was a dream—a perfect dream I never wanted to wake from.
* * *
Sometime later, after numerous orgasms, we lay entwined on the bed. Kurt dozed beside me. We were together. And I knew this time was different. I felt it deep in my core. Something within Kurt had changed. Together, we would find our way.
“You’re thinking so hard it woke me up.” Kurt’s sleepy, sexy growl made me smile.
I snuggled in deeper and took a deep breath, inhaling his masculine smell. “This feels like a dream. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and it’ll all be over.”
He trailed his fingers down my back. “When you do wake up, we’ll still be together. You can sleep, Sawyer. It feels good to finally fuckin’ sleep. I don’t think I’ve had one decent night since Thanksgiving.”
I knew this from the countless nights we’d met in the kitchen, unable to rest. “We were both miserable.”
Bringing me closer, he kissed the top of my head. “And by the way, I know what you did. Spraying your damn perfume all over my mattress was a cheap move. I had to sleep on the floor the entire time you were gone.”
I raised my head. “Are you serious? That must have been miserable.”
“It was.” His deadpan expression made me laugh.
“No worse than being surrounded by your face any time I was in my room.”
He smirked. “Touché.”
I settled back into his chest, and he whispered, “Sleep, baby.”
“Don’t let go of me.”
“I won’t.”
Soon after, his steady heartbeat helped me drift to sleep.