Page 29 of Deceiving Grier

“Go ahead and touch yourself,” Sawyer said, dribbling lube over my hole. I hissed at the sensation of the cool liquid over my heated skin, taking my dick in hand while he added more lube to his fingers.

He pressed against my hole, teasing and rubbing before pushing his finger past my tight ring. My dick was already achingly hard, precum dripping from the tip. I tried to stroke myself at a leisurely pace, afraid that if I went any faster, I’d send myself over the edge too soon.

“Fuck, you look amazing like this,” Sawyer said, his finger moving back and forth inside me easily.

Warmth rolled through me like a wave.

Next he pushed two fingers deeper, then scissoring them, stretching my rim. It burned but felt good at the same time, and I wanted more. I wanted to be filled and stretched and to feel the weight of his frame pressing me into the bed.

“I can’t wait to get inside you.”

“You can. Now.” I closed my eyes and arched my hips as if in invitation, my grip on my dick tightening.

He muttered a curse, and his voice rasped when he spoke. “Not yet. When you’re ready.”

He took his time opening me, driving me half out of my mind before he finally rolled the condom over his cock and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Remember what I said.” His light gaze held mine. “You tell me if it hurts.”

Slowly, he pushed his way into my body. His cock was thicker than his fingers, stretching me wider. It did hurt, but the burn and sense of fullness as he sank into me outweighed any discomfort.

Once all the way in, he held still, giving my body time to adjust to the feel of him inside me, to the exquisite fullness. He was inside me, over me, around me, and I felt as though he was consuming me. And I still wanted more.

I shifted my hips, urging him to move, and he obliged, first with short, shallow thrusts, but then, as he found his rhythm, his strokes turned faster, deeper.

He leaned back and adjusted the angle, and I groaned, my toes curling into the blankets and hips stuttering against Sawyer’s. My hand on my cock stroked faster in time with Sawyer’s thrusts.

Everything inside me turned tight and hot, desperate for release. I came spilling over my hand and stomach. Sawyer’s rhythm turned frantic. Then he followed me over the edge.

Sawyer collapsed on top of me panting and held me. I don’t know how long we stayed there, tangled together, catching our breath, before he finally eased back and slipped out of me. Sawyer disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and when he returned, he brought a warm, wet washcloth and helped me clean up.

After tossing the cloth aside, instead of pulling on his clothes again, he climbed onto the bed beside me and held out his arm until I had tucked myself into his side, my head resting on his chest.

“Thanks for that,” I said, drowsily.

He chuckled. “It was my pleasure, believe me.”

“I should probably go,” I told him, even if the idea had all the appeal of a root canal. “I still have homework and stuff to go over for my dad.”

Sawyer’s fingers rubbed small circles over my scalp. “Is there anything that can’t wait till tomorrow? You look as though you need a good night’s sleep.”

My eyes were heavy, my body was warm and soft like melted wax. Honestly, I could have drifted off where I was wrapped in Sawyer’s arms, my head pillowed on his chest, while his fingers teased my hair. But Jett would be home from work soon, and I still had so much work to do for my father. Besides, I could get too used to whatever this was with Sawyer and me, which would be a terrible idea. He’d been very clear that this was a sex-only situation, and even if it wasn’t, all I had ahead of me was a plane ticket back to Wisconsin.

A part of me knew I should stop this and make it the last time. I knew that every time I was with Sawyer, I liked him more and more. It would have been so easy to slide from just sex into genuine feelings.

But just as I knew I should, I wouldn’t. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was doing whatIwanted, for me and not to please anyone else.

“Where will you go after graduation?” I asked, ignoring both his questions.

He leaned back so he could look into my eyes as his brow quirked.

“I just wondered if you knew what you wanted to do when school finished,” I said, answering his unspoken question.

He shifted back so my head was on his chest again, fingers combing through my hair. “New York. I’m going to get a job writing for one of the daily newspapers there. Do something I love, something that matters. Not all of us have a family empire to run.”

He said that last part playfully, teasing, but my stomach still coiled in tight knots.

“What about your family? Don’t you miss them?”

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