Page 48 of Deceiving Grier

I leaned back and smirked down at him. “Why? Were you going to beat him up for me if he did?”

He didn’t look amused. “Maybe.”

I snorted. “That’s sweet, but I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. “I just don’t like the idea of the guy being a dick to you.”

“Honestly, it was no big deal. He’d have had to stop talking about himself to be a dick to me, and the only time he changed the subject was to suggest I blow him in the bathroom.”

“Did you?” Sawyer asked, his expression suddenly shuttered. “It’s fine if you did,” he added quickly.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I just finished saying that he was an asshole. There was no way in hell I was going to blow him in a bathroom. Besides,” I leaned closer and brushed my lips against his in the barest whisper of a kiss, “you neverdidshow me how to give a blow job.”

He grinned and arched his hips, grinding the ridge of his hard dick against my ass. “Is that your way of asking me to teach you to suck my cock?”

His filthy words, combined with the feel of his erection pressed against me, stole my words and turned my insides soft.

“Yeah,” I croaked. “I want that.”

“Me too.” He smacked my ass lightly. “Up, let’s go to my room. Jett will be home soon, and while I’m all fornothiding that we’re together, I still don’t want to put on a sex show in the living room.”

“Fair,” I said, climbing off Sawyer’s lap.

He grasped my hand to lead me to his room, but I stopped, forcing him to turn and look at me.

“If we’re doing this for real, I want to be exclusive. I don’t want to see anyone else, and I don’t want you to, either.”

He smiled at me. “I want that too.”

My heart felt as though it was swelling in my chest, and a wave of emotion rolled through me, leaving my limbs soft and weak. Fortunately, Sawyer turned away and continued leading me to his room. Once he closed the door behind us, he turned to me. “Clothes off.”

A warm shiver slid over my skin, and already I could feel myself turning fuzzy at the edges. I tugged my sweater over my head and tossed it aside before shimmying out of my jeans and underwear and peeling off my socks.

Once I was naked, I looked over at Sawyer. He’d pulled off his t-shirt but was still wearing his jeans. He grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, tossed it on the floor, and pointed down at it. “Kneel here.”

My cock, already aching and hard, jerked, and I did as I was told, sinking to my knees on the pillow. Sawyer shifted until he stood in front of me, the outline of his hard-on pressing against his jeans level with my face.

“Holy fuck, do you have any idea how hot you are?” he asked, hand coming up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of my lower lip.

That need inside me burned hotter, spreading through me like wildfire until I thought I would be consumed completely. His thumb slid up over my mouth, and I parted my lips so it would slip inside. Almost by instinct, I sucked, and Sawyer tipped his head back and moaned, the sound like gasoline to the fire already raging inside me.

Still sucking on his thumb, I reached out and unfastened his jeans before sliding my fingers beneath the waistbands of both his jeans and underwear. Sawyer’s dark gaze remained fixed on me, leaving me feeling pinned and exposed and completely at his mercy in the best way possible.

Without tearing my gaze from him, I dragged his underwear and jeans down past his hips, over the curve of his ass so that his cock sprang free, thick and long. Need pulled low in my gut, and my mouth practically watered to get around him.

Sawyer eased his thumb from my mouth, took his cock in his hand, and stroked it up and down. I watched, mesmerized, as his hands slid over his swollen flesh.

“Open up, baby,” he whispered.

Some distant part of my brain thought maybe I should balk at being called baby, find it silly or demeaning. But I was too caught up in Sawyer and the feel of his rounded head pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and drew him deeper inside, relishing the weight of his dick against my tongue. I could taste the salt of his skin, smell the distinct musk spice scent that was all him. Need rolled through me, leaving me desperate for more.

I leaned in, trying to suck him deeper, but Sawyer’s fingers tangled in my hair stopping me.

“Go easy,” he said. “Use your hand. This is your first time. If you try to take me too deep too soon, this won’t end well.”

I might have nodded in agreement, except between his hand and his dick in my mouth, I couldn’t move my head up and down. So instead, I wrapped my hand around his cock and leaned in, following the path of my hand with my mouth and turning his hard flesh slick with my saliva.

I bounced my head in earnest, a little awkward at first until I found my rhythm. Sawyer groaned. His free hand tangled in my hair along with the other. A sharp prickle of pleasure and pain tingled across my scalp, driving me half out of my mind.

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