Page 76 of Infinite as They Come
They cost two hundred dollars, but I didn’t want him to know that. My eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in that thick layer of arousal there in his words. All gruff and deep while his finger stayed right there up against me.
“And this is all for me, isn’t it?” he said. “For me to look at. For me totouch. Isn’t that right?”
I whined, feeling his long fingers push the lacey material of my panties to the side. And then there was nothing in the way. Not a thing, just his finger pressed up against my bare clit, rubbing at me in the softest of circles. My whines turned into soft moans, his finger still working at me while my hand landed on his, to that one buried between my thighs. My nails scraped against him as I clung on to him, letting pleasure take over as he rubbed at that spot just right. It felt too good. I hated it when I was mad at him and hestillmanaged to make me feel so good. It was his best skill and he knew it.
“So fucking wet,” he said with a low grunt. “Wet and soft and perfect.”
He kept rubbing and I kept whining and the truck suddenly felt far too hot even with the AC blasting all that cold air at me. Sawyer kept murmuring out the filthiest of words that he knew I loved a little too much: about how wet I was and how he needed to taste me and how he wanted to push my little dress up my thighs, and then it all became too much.
His finger still tight against me, I let out a cry I couldn’t hold back no matter how hard I tried. I let go, not able to hold on for a second longer, all wet and sticky and aching between my thighs as Sawyer helped me ride out my high, his finger still rubbing, still circling, all while I grinded against his hand.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “There we go. You get so fucking wet for me when you’re mad at me, baby. Have you noticed?”
I was trembling, my breaths coming out all ragged. When I finally got my breathing back on track and managed to open up my eyes, I saw just how empty the area we were in was. Just a whole heap of grass and an old dirt road. Alone. Just me and him. And then the next thing I knew, Sawyer was yanking off his seat belt, then mine, and then his hands were hauling me right into his lap.
I gasped, hands landing on his broad shoulders to steady myself. Our eyes locked, his all green and dark with a hint of something behind them that I couldn’t quite read. His hair as always was wonderfully messy: the strands all tussled, untamable, and then our lips slammed together, our tongues finding each other fast. My fingers tugged at his locks as he moaned, hisown hands landing on my hips, pulling me in further so I was grinding against him.
“You feel that?” he asked against my lips.
It was impossiblenotto feel him. Hard. So hard. The fact had me pulling at his hair, a little too eager to feel more of him. “Feel what?” I asked.
He chuckled, his hands lowering to push up my dress, hiking it up higher and higher so that my lower half was on show. “You can’t feel how hard you’ve fucking got me?”
Biting at my lip, I shook my head. “Nope.”
I instantly missed the feeling of his hands on me as he lowered them, my eyes locked to his as the sound of his belt clinking and his zipper being pulled down met my ears.
“You feel this?” he asked.
I gasped, feeling the swollen tip of him brush up against my bare entrance, my panties still shoved to the side. Of course I could feel him. He knew that, I knew that, but it seemed like we were both in a bad mood, so I just shook my head. “Nope,” I said again.
“Hm,” was the only noise he made, still sliding his swollen tip against me. “Guess you don’t feel that either?”
Whining, I shut my eyes. “No.”
“What about this?”
He was pushing into me then. Slow, easy, but all in one go. In just a few seconds, I was stuffed to the brim, and all I could feel was him. So thick, so long, so perfect. That wonderful stretch, that sensation of being so full. It had me whining as my head rolled back. Sawyer’s hands reached up, yanking down the thin straps of my dress before he pulled off my bra.
“There we go,” he muttered, eyes flickering up between my breasts and my face. “Wanna see those perfect tits bounce while you sit there on my cock.”
“Do you have to be so vulgar when we do this?” I asked, nails scraping against his scalp. I didn’t mean it and Sawyer knew that too, but again, bad mood. “Breasts. Say breasts.”
The crooked smile tugging at his lips confirmed that he knew I didn’t mean a damn word I was saying. “Tits,” he said.
“Breasts.”
“Tits.”
“Breasts.”
“Tits. Perfect fucking tits that look so good in my hands,” he said, eyes lowering to my chest. Reaching up with both hands, he cupped my breasts, pushing them together before he leaned in closer and softly bit down on one of my nipples. “With the prettiest fucking nipples. Christ,fuck, look at you. So fucking perfect, and it’s all for me.”
“Stop being so crude.”
He grinned. “You love it when I talk to you like this.”
“Don’t.”
