Page 112 of Wanna Play A Game?
He plays with my body so expertly. Euphoria skitters across my skin, and my muscles tighten.
“That a girl. Come for me, my pretty whore.”
I do. I explode in sensation, every muscle tightening. Pleasure races up my spine, and my skin buzzes. Sawyer continues to pound into me, grunting. His abs tighten, and then he comes inside me, groaning my name.
We both lie here, panting.
I stare at the ceiling. My muscles feel like jelly. I feel so sated and exhausted. Fuck. He made me come. Multiple times.
Sawyer rolls over and throws an arm around me, spooning me.
Goddamn, I need a shower.
I go to move, but Sawyer just tightens his hold, pulling me to his chest. “Stay, Cali.”
His arm is like a strong band around me. I relax back into his hold.
We lie in silence for a long while, both of us breathing slowly. Reality hits me. I know I need to get away from them if I value my life. But in this moment, it’s oddly…peaceful.
Sawyer startles me when he speaks. “You like less direct pressure?” His voice is low and husky.
I blink.
“When I eat you out?”
My cheeks get hot. “I…uh. I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sawyer raises his hand and traces around my collarbone until he finds the raised section of the brand. It’s still healing and hurts.
I clear my throat. “I don’t get…people don’t eat me out very often.”
“Why?”
“Ben never wanted to.”
He stiffens at Ben’s name.
We fall into silence again. I feel uncomfortable. I’m not sure what to say.
“You know he deserves what he’s getting.”
I squeeze my eyes closed for a second. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
Sawyer silences.
I open my eyes and glance around the room. I want to talk about anything but that. “What’s your brother like?”
Sawyer stops breathing for a second. Then he says softly, “Wild. More than me.”
“That’s hard to imagine,” I deadpan.
Sawyer chuckles softly. “That’s probably my fault. I raised him and didn’t teach him better.”
We’re silent for a bit again.
I ask, “What’s he doing now?”
“Drugs. He’s in and out of jail.”
