Page 30 of Sawyer

Then I pop open the second bottle of champagne. This time, I don’t bother with cups. I take a thirsty swig, wiping my chin as I watch Ava sway her hips, her tits impossibly full and soft and beautiful as they sway with her.

I take another sip of champagne. Feeling the beginnings of a renewed buzz in my knees, I stride into the center of the room, curl an arm around her waist, and start to dance with her.

I close my eyes, and I move like I’m not dancing buck naked in a life-sized fishbowl.

The deep, throaty sound of her laughter fills my ears. I slip a leg between hers, my skin feeling two sizes too tight as she grinds against me, this steady, athletic roll of her hips that has me grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a hard, rough kiss.

Who the fuck am I? I wonder, opening my eyes.Was this unhinged exhibitionist inside me this whole time? Or did Ava bring him to life?

She laughs into the kiss, pulling back to nod at the bottle. “I’ll take some of that, please.” Then she opens her mouth and tilts back her head.

Goddamn this girl is fun.

I pour into her mouth, trying to be careful. But it still spills everywhere, and she cups her hand underneath her chin in a futile effort to catch it.

“Aw, pretty girl, I thought you were better at swallowing than that,” I say, laughing.

“How ’bout you show me how goodyouare at swallowing? On your knees, Sawyer.” She puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down.

The carpet bites into my kneecaps. Not like I give a shit. Not when Ava is grinning down at me, using her fingers to tip back my chin. She holds up the bottle and pours champagne into my waiting mouth.

Again, it goes everywhere. All over my face. My chest. Her belly.

Again, I laugh, feeling stupid happy as I grab her by the hips and yank her to me, pressing a scruffy kiss to her stomach. She seizes with laughter, clearly ticklish, bending at the waist as her free hand finds my head.

My dick throbs as I kiss my way to her pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a blinking red light move across the nearby window. An airplane, maybe, or a helicopter.

The idea that we might actually be watched is … really fucking hot.

“You wanna give ’em a show?” I look up at her and use my hand to guide her thighs apart. “Let’s give ’em a show.”

The last thing I see before I lick into her slit is Ava bringing the bottle to her lips, her eyes alive with laughter. Her breath catches when I flick her clit with my tongue again and again.

Zach Top comes on next.

BecauseoffuckingcourseAva is a Zach Top fan. He’s only my most played artist on Spotify. As a fan of ’90s country, I love his throwback vibe to the days of classic George Strait and Tim McGraw.

Can’t help it. I stand up. I grab the bottle from her and take a long, thirsty pull. I set it down, and then I roughly spin her around and bend her over the back of the nearby couch. Leaning in, I gently bite her right ass cheek. She yelps, the sound morphing into laughter when I move to the other cheek.

“I been wantin’ to do that all night,” I say, using my knee to spread her legs apart. “You got the sweetest little ass, Ava.”

She glances at me over her shoulder, her lips twitching. “Yours isn’t so bad either.”

My balls are inagony.

I give her ass a soft smack. “You noticed.”

“You were shaking the thing all over the damn place.”

I grin, reaching between her legs. “Course I was. You were there.”

“What does”—she shudders when I nudge her entrance with my middle fingertip—“that mean?”

Means you make me wild too.

We both make a noise when I press my finger deeper and find her slickness. I press deeper still, stretching her to make room for me. She goes up on her toes as my heart thunders in my chest.

“There she is,” I breathe, gathering her arousal on my finger. Then I gently paint her pussy with it. I circle her clit, getting her nice and wet. At the same time, I run my hand up the furrow of her spine. I curl my fingers around her nape and press her face into the cushions, spreading her pussy wider around my fingers.

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