Tori
This man is truly talented with his tongue. By the time I drift back to reality — after he sends me to the freaking stars — he’s managed to carry me to my bedroom and is setting me down to stand as he starts lifting my shirt over my dazed head.
“You back with me, angel?” he says with an amused expression on his absurdly handsome face.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask, my eyes dropping to where he’s pushing his pants down his hips.
He pauses mid-strip. “Because when I first saw you, the lights made your hair glow like a halo. You had this look to you, sweet but sinful, all at once. I knew you were an angel. A fallen one, maybe, but definitely an angel sent to tempt me.”
I guess my jaw must drop, because he reaches over and pushes my chin up before doing that sexy thing only guys can do, pulling his shirt off with one arm.
“That, and nicknames are kinda my thing.” He finishes stripping and then, there he is, in all his naked glory, his cock jutting out toward me. “Now. Have you thought any more about that list of yours?”
Why does this man always have me feeling like I’m playing catch-up? Oh, yeah. Because he’s deliciously distracting and his brain seems to move at warp speed. “I may have written a few things down.”
“And?” he asks. There’s an edge of command to his voice that makes me shiver. “As the man who’s gonna cross some stuff off that list, it would help to know what’s on it.”
Taking in a deep breath, I slip past him and go to my dresser where I hid the printed list last night. Pulling it out, I turn around and push the drawer closed with my body, holding the list up, pinched between my finger and my thumb.
His lips twitch. Then he plucks the paper out of my hand and starts to read. Maybe I should be more nervous about his reaction, but I’m decidedly not. After all, the lines are clear between us. This is sex, nothing more. If he decides my list is too scandalous, not that I think that’s going to be his reaction at all, then no harm done. He can see himself out and the list will never see the light of day again.
Sawyer looks up at me and slowly starts to shake his head.
Oh, crap.
“I’m disappointed, Tori. We missed an opportunity to cross number one off not ten minutes ago. I’m a big fan of using toys. Guess you’ll have to show me your collection before I eat your sweet pussy again.” I choke out a laugh. But he’s not done. “And I noticedfuck a hot firefighterisn’t on here. Is that because it’s already been completed? Or an oversight on your part?”
I bite my lips together to stop from laughing even harder, but then his lips are on mine, and his teeth are tugging my mouth open.
“What was that?” he asks, laughter colouring his tone as well. His hands have made their way to my waist, and then the jerk starts to tickle me.
“Completed! Oh my God, stop! Please, Sawyer,” I shriek. To give him credit, he instantly responds, his hands instead cupping my ass to lift me in the air. I wrap my legs around him and just hold on.
“Good answer. Now, back to this list. I’m down for any and all of them, but a few might need some prep time. And I don’t know if I can wait any longer to fuck you. But after, we’re gonna talk about this and come up with a game plan for the weekend. I’m thinking we can get at least three or four of those done. Sound okay with you?”
He’s serious. Oh my God, he’s serious. How Sawyer manages to be both incredibly funny and yes, sex-god level sexy is mind-boggling. In the same breath, he’s talking about fucking me hard and fast, and then about completing my sex bucket list. All in such a casual, conversational tone, as if we’re discussing the weather.
“Okay.” A pitiful answer, thanks to the pathetic mess of lust-addled mush that is my brain right now. Good thing Sawyer seems more than willing to take control. Taking the few steps to cross the room to my bed, he crawls onto it, still holding me, before slowly lowering my back to the sheets. I’ve never had a sexual partner so physically strong and dominant, able to just move me around at their whim. It’s seriously freaking hot. His hands snake around underneath me, and he makes quick work of undoing my bra before pulling it off and tossing it to the side.
“You’re scary good at that.” I say breathlessly as his head lowers to capture my nipple in his mouth.
He pulls off, letting his teeth graze the tip and I arch up, missing the warm contact of his mouth. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” His hands squeeze my breasts, kneading them together. He’s straddling my legs, meaning his hard cock is just…lying there right above where I want it to be. If I wasn’t basically pinned down by his body weight, I’d be squirming, trying to find relief.
“It’s just an observation. Most men can’t undo a bra even if they’re staring at the clasps. You managed it one-handed while I’m on my back.”
His hands still. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” There’s a question to his words. As if he’s feeling me out, waiting for my reaction. If he thinks I’m surprised to hear he’s not short on sexual experience, he’s wrong.
“Put that practice to good use, then. I was promised worshipping and name-screaming.” Feeling bold, I reach down and manage to get my fingers around his length. “Or option two is you let me see if I can make you scream outmyname first.”
“Hell yeah, angel.” Sawyer moves so quickly, I can’t help the giggle that escapes. He’s stretched out on the bed next to me, starfish style, before he flashes me an impish grin. “Challenge accepted.”
I rise up on my knees at his side and get a better grip on his cock. I’ve described men’s junk many times in my books, but I can honestly say that, unlike my heroines, I’ve never been attracted to a penis. Until this one. This perfectly long, perfectly thick one, with its smooth mushroom tip that’s starting to leak.
Dipping my head down, I lap up the moisture, taking the time to swirl my tongue along the underside of the crown before running it down his length. His dick jumps in my hand and his hands come to tangle in my hair.
“Damn, Tori,” he groans. “Your mouth is heaven.”
I wrap my lips around the tip, then open and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. The sounds he makes, the way his fingers tighten in my hair, I use all of it to guide my movements, enjoying this blow job more than I ever have before. And soon enough, I’m getting what I asked for when he shouts my name and pulls me off.
