Page 41 of Never Enough

He heard her moans and sighs growing, and they quicklybecame as addicting as her sugary mouth and her spicy pussy. He slid two fingers inside her channel to replace his tongue, which made its way back up to flick furiously at her clit, dragging his saliva and her arousal on its way. Had he not been holding her down with one hand already, she would have shot off the bed like a rocket. Her entire body tensed and shook, his fingers feeling as if her insides were trying to strangle them as she locked down and came. With the lockdown also came an easing of the passage as it flooded itself with her arousal.

As she came down from her orgasm, Sawyer moved back into position, slipping his cock inside her instead of his fingers. Now he moved smoothly up until he hit her barrier. Tilting his head up to see her face, he felt an inordinate need to see her eyes. “Open your eyes, sugar cat. Need you to look at me.”

It took a moment for Haskell to open her eyes. Something gripped inside his chest like it was tightening the space around his lungs. He could still breathe, but he felt frozen as their eyes met. He’d never felt anything like it before in his life. Unsure what it was, he searched her eyes. Was he simply sensing she was about to change her mind, and he needed to stop? That would suck.

“Haskell? Yes or no?”

She nodded.

“Need you to say it, pretty baby.” He had no idea why it was so important to hear the words. She’d said yes several times.

Her eyes were soft and slumber-filled. Her body was loose and ready for him. “Yes, Sawyer. I’m yours.”

“Okay. Hang on, tiny.”

He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from hers as he pushed forward experimentally a few times, finding that slow and steady wasn’t going to do it. He retreated until just the tip of his cock was inside her opening. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, another to the tip of her nose, and a third to her lips. Then, eyes locked again, he thrust hard and fast, tearing through her hymen.He saw her eyes go wide and heard the gasp when he broke through the barrier, and he froze once he was fully seated inside her. Part of him agonized over the look on her face. It had hurt, and the idea of hurting her, in turn, hurt him.

Her fingers clutched his shoulders. He couldn’t tell if she was pushing him away, trying to pull him closer, or digging through his skin for purchase. A tiny little mewl and the pinched look of her features told him it was probably a mixture of all three.

“Breathe, Haskell. I’m here, pretty baby. Not going anywhere. Just breathe through it.” He stayed still inside her, feeling her walls pulse as they adjusted to his invasion. Without a conscious thought, he began to kiss her again, feeling that if he could suck the pain out of her and take it into him, he’d do it in a second.

After a few minutes, he felt her relax; her grip loosened and turned to soft caresses again. “You okay?” he whispered.

She nodded. “Yes. Move, please. I…” She seemed to rotate her hips slightly.

He smiled. “Got ya covered.” He watched her face as he began a series of retreats and thrusts, taking note of how her body moved beneath his. He wondered if she realized she gasped every time he scraped the topside of her entrance. Experimenting with moving faster yet still keeping the drag on the top of her walls, he felt her begin to tighten, and her gasps became louder moans. “That’s it, sugar cat. Meet me. Chase it.”

His whispers sent her flying over the edge, both of her thighs gripping his hips so tight he felt like he knew how a bronco felt being ridden bareback. Watching her work through the orgasm was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Fuck, pretty baby. Squeeze me tight. That’s fuckin’ hot.” He grunted, and suddenly, his cum was releasing into the condom without warning. “Jesus Christ. What the hell?” He continued to pump them boththrough the aftershocks, his gaze never leaving the sight in front of him—a truly blissed-out Haskell.

Once the tremors were over, he was still hard. He thrust twice more for good measure, watching as her features relaxed and her breathing evened out. With care, he slid from her and from the bed to get rid of the condom. As he cleaned up in her bathroom, he felt an ache in his chest. His hand rubbed at the spot. Was something wrong with him? Had he pulled something during the job tonight? Maybe from carrying her so long? The adrenaline must have covered up him pulling a muscle.

Unconsciously, he reached for a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and took it with him back into the bedroom. Haskell was passed out in the soft light of the bedside lamp. He sat beside her on the bed. Feeling a little awkward but also like he needed to, Sawyer gently smoothed the washcloth along the inside of Haskell’s thighs. Even though he’d worn a condom, he figured there would be a combination of her fluids and a little bit of blood. Or so he’d heard. Having never been with a virgin, he wasn’t really sure. When he pulled the cloth away from her skin, he saw the tinge of pink on the material.

He felt another pull in his chest.

Ouch. That stings. Better do something about that later.

He took the cloth into the bathroom. As he ran it through cold water and scrubbed at the remnants of blood left behind to make sure it didn’t stain, his face drew up into a frown. Sex with Haskell had been great. He felt weird, though. Like there was supposed to be something else. But they’d both had an orgasm, so he wasn’t sure what would be missing.

When he walked into the bedroom, he picked his pants up off the floor and was about to step into them when he stopped. Haskell had rolled onto her stomach in her sleep, the pillow meant to be under her ankle kicked to the floor. Her pale skin glowed softly in the warm light of the lamp. She had the ghost ofa smile in the upturn of her mouth, and the anxious look he’d become accustomed to seeing with her pinched mouth—cute as it was—no longer lingered there. In sleep, she was just as stunning.

Without thinking about it, he dropped his pants where he stood, circled the bed to the other side, and crawled in next to her, pulling the sheet and quilt up over them both. Lying up tight to her side, he placed a hand on her back, lightly brushing his fingertips up and down the tattoo of a spill of diamonds down the vertebrae. He just barely resisted the urge to kiss each one. “Sleep well, pretty baby,” he whispered. He kissed the back of her head, lay his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes. A short rest would be okay. He had time.

If anyone asked him,he couldn’t say what woke him. It clearly wasn’t her leaving the bed because her side was cold to the touch when he opened his eyes. Sun was streaming through the sheer curtains that were blowing lightly in the breeze from where the pane was cracked open. Blearily sitting up, the sheet pooling around his waist, he glanced around the room.

His clothes were folded neatly at the end of the bed, the bathroom door across the hall was wide open, and the only sounds were the muffled noise of the sea birds and the muted waves landing on the beach.

Sawyer threw his legs over the edge of the bed, stretched, and began to dress. A quick check of the internal pocket of his pants showed that the gems he’d stolen the night before were still there. She hadn’t taken anything.

He frowned as he finished dressing. The pang in his chestwas still there. Possibly even a little worse. A rest should have eased the muscle. He rubbed on the spot giving him trouble, but it brought no relief. Even stretching by rotating his shoulder didn’t have any effect. It was as if the pain was further inside.

Glancing around, he noticed that something didn’t seem right. Surveying the room, he tried to figure out what was out of place.

Her backpack. Last night, it had been on the floor next to the dresser.

He got up and crossed to the drawers. He opened the top one. Empty. The second and third drawers were also empty. He crossed to the closet and opened it. Empty. He ducked through the bedroom door to the bathroom, and the drawers there were empty as well.

She did a flit. What the fuck?

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