Page 47 of Bird on a Blade

I gasp out one shuddery breath, and then I come, my whole body vibrating as Sawyer never slows his pace, his tongue and mouth guiding me through one aftershock after another. It’s almost like he wants me to keep coming forever, to be locked in an endless avalanche of pleasure.

Of course, it does subside, and I’m not surprised that Sawyer keeps going, his fingers digging deep into my outer thighs. Part of me wants to lie back and let him continue like he did that first night. Part of me, though?—

I want toreturn the favor.

“Sawyer,” I whisper, and he makes no sign that he’s heard me. I try again, louder. “Sawyer.”

His mouth pulls away from me, leaving a cool dampness against my pussy. When I peer down at him, he’s gazing up between the mountain of my thighs, his eyes black and glittering.

“Don’t want to stop,” he says gruffly.

I sit up and press my back against the headboard. He frowns and moves to grab me, to force me back down. And although I won’t deny the thrill that gives me, I blurt out, “I want to take a turn.”

“What?” He’s risen up between my legs, hair tousled and mouth flushed red.

“I want to—” I’ve never been good at dirty talk. Never been good at asking for what I want. It’s hard to ask for sex when your entire life people have told you that you don’t deserve it.

“Want what, baby?” He hoists himself over me, his cock grazing against my thigh. “Want me to fuck you?” He grins. “Not yet.”

“I want to suck your cock.” I blurt it out, the words bleeding together. I have to resist the urge to cover my face with my hands.

Sawyer’s expression changes instantly. The coy flirtatiousness drains away, replaced with something dark and hungry and dangerous. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Old humiliations slam through me. Every rejection rings in my ear. But Sawyer cups my face like a lover and presses his forehead against mine.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he says softly, his breath blooming against my lips. “Even with your mouth.”

It doesn’t matter that I just had an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. My pussy clenches. “Rough is fine,” I whisper.

Sawyer’s eyes widen a little. “You sure about that?”

“You were rough earlier. Youbitme.”

He grins at that, teeth gleaming. “And I made you bleed, my perfect prey.”

That little nickname should be so unnerving, but it just makes heat flood through my clit. Honestly, the same could be said for the fact that he bit me hard enough to draw blood.

I swallow my nervousness. “I trust you.”

Sawyer’s face darkens, and I see in him the killer that he is. “I don’t trust myself.” His voice is very small.

Fear shoots through my chest. But it’s a fear that’s indistinguishable from desire. I lean forward and kiss him, hard, tasting myself on his mouth. There’s the slightest hesitation from him before he returns it, his hands twisting up in my hair, pulling hard enough that my scalp stings.

“Please.” I kiss away from his mouth and along his roughly stubbled jaw. “Please. I want to.”

There’s a second’s pause, like the world is holding its breath. Or like Sawyer is holding his.

Then he slides off the bed and stands beside it, staring down at me. His cock is enormous and glistening at the tip. The sight of it makes my jaw ache.

I get on my hands and knees and crawl across the bed to him, licking my lips, eager to taste him the way he’s tasted me so many times. He doesn’t move as I wrap my lips around his cockhead. As I draw his length deeper into my mouth.

That’swhen I get a reaction. A long, exhaled breath, shuddery with pleasure. He ghosts his hand over my hair, frizzy from the shower and the humidity, and I clutch at his lean thighs. I want to swallow all of him, but I don’t know if I can. Still, I do my best, pushing my mouth over his erection, pulling him deeper along my tongue. He tastes clean from the shower.

“Edie,” he breathes, his voice coming from overhead. Hearing my name on his lips like that, like it’s a prayer, sends liquid heat gushing between my legs.

I bob my head on his cock, bracing myself against his thighs, my pussy exposed to the cool air. He rocks his hips a little,thrusting deeper into my mouth, a motion that just makes me suck him harder.

His ghost-touch solidifies, and he grips my head, stilling my movement. I know now that he had been showing restraint, and I brace myself just as he begins to thrust more forcefully into my mouth. All I can do is try to be an open hole for him, jaw spread wide, tongue soft. He grunts, rutting against my face, his balls slapping against my chin, as spit drips out of the corners of my lips.

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