Page 32 of The Inevitable Us

“Completely soaked,” he says. He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue. I feel myself buck upwards in response, my breath catching on a gasp.

“Breathe, Baby Girl,” he whispers, soothing me. He licks the other nipple, keeping it in his mouth, lazily licking it, then lays on top of me, our naked bodies touching for the first time, his erection hard against me.

He positions his cock between the lips of my pussy, and his legs tense as if he’s in pain. He growls into my ear. “I can’t fucking wait to get into that pussy….”

He balances himself on his arms over me, thrusting himself against me, my erect nipples flush against his rippled chest. The sensation of his hardness against my clit gliding over and over overwhelms me, and I buck against him, groaning with pleasure. “Sawyer, I need to come, please.”

He growls deep in his throat at my plea and starts to pick up the tempo of his thrusts. The warmth of another drop of precum excites me more. I shut my eyes, let the sensations wash over me, and peak with his name on my lips and my fingers digging into his shoulders.

I lean against Sawyer and make a low hum of pleasure against his body. “That felt incredible.”

He looks down at me, a proud smirk on his face, and kisses my neck. “Babe, I need to come. Are you ok...?” I nod, lost in the moment’s pleasure, all inhibitions now long gone.

He holds his weight on one hand, carefully gliding his dick against the outside of my pussy. His breathing quickens, and he starts to pound faster against me. His body begins to tense, and he suddenly pulls back. Ropes of cum hit my stomach and a loud satisfied groan comes from Sawyer.

When his eyes reopen, he smears the cum into my belly. It looks like he’s writing, almost as if he’sdrawing his initials?

“Spread your legs, Rosalie. Relax them as much as you can.” He swirls his hands in our fluids, coating his fingers again. “Gotta get lots of moisture up there, so it doesn’t hurt you when I stretch you out,” he explains. “Lean back and relax. If I’m ever going to get my dick inside, we’re going to have to work up to it a bit.” He tries two fingers, rubbing his thumb against my clit, then three, and there’s no pain this time. “I want another orgasm from you, Baby Girl. Can you let go for me? Do you need more?”

He speeds up his thumb, and another orgasm hits. I feel him slide another finger inside me and hear a guttural groan of pleasure from Sawyer. When I arch up against him, Sawyer kisses me, ravaging my mouth, swallowing my whimpers of pleasure. It pinches, but I’m so lost I don’t care.

He drops onto the bed next to me and pulls me into the crook of his arm. “You ok?” he asks before he kisses my forehead. I can only nod at him as the endorphins wear off, and I start to crash with my head resting on Sawyer’s chest.

I doze for a while, cuddling with him. His chest is warm under my cheek, and the beat of his heart is audible, lulling me into a sleepy, satiated daze. I smile contentedly at him when he bends his neck to kiss my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair. “That felt fucking amazing,” I confess.

He laughs at me. “Yes, it did.Youare fucking amazing.”

He wraps his hands around the small of my back, and my eyes start to close. It’s sometime later, the sky outside pitch black, when he leans down over the bed and kisses my lips softly, his eyes smiling down at me. “I’ll lock the door behind me. Go back to sleep, Baby Girl.”

When he’s down the stairs, I grab the pillow he’d slept on and curl around it, inhaling his scent on my bed, slowly dozing off to the memory of us together.

Chapter eighteen

Rosalie

Mybigsisterstaresback at me from the laptop monitor, eating carrot sticks as we chat. “You still haven’t explained why you already quit the new restaurant job.”

I shuffle my body and try to sound as confident as possible with my lie. “I just wasn’t happy there.”

Josie narrows her eyes at me, clearly not believing my lie. I’d told Mom and Dad that I had a job waiting for me in Knoxville to justify moving here so soon before school started. Josie, perceptive as she is, realized quickly that I was only working business hours and never on the weekends, peak restaurant hours. I should’ve just told her I’d been fired.

We’re in a game of cat and mouse, and I’m clearly the prey, my sister snooping out my lies.

“You didn’t have to leave early just because all of your friends are out of town. We could have spent more time together,” Josie suggests.

As much as we sometimes bicker, she is my sister, and I like to spend time with her…in smaller doses. I wanted to start again, to press the reset button on my life, so I asked to move to Knoxville instead.

“I like living alone,” I remind her for the third time. I pick up my cup of water as an excuse to stop talking about the subject, taking a long sip.

Josie flips her long flowing auburn hair and stares at me. “Something is going on with you. Mom said you were acting weird and then just asked to leave suddenly.”

My head jerks to the door with the sound of metal against metal. Sawyer walks in like he lives here, puts his keys on the hook by the door next to mine. Crap, did Josie see him walk in?

“Hey, Baby Girl,” he says from across the room. Does he want Josie to freakin’ catch us? He has to be able to see the video call from where he’s standing! Did hehaveto greet me so familiarly and so freakingloudly?

I glance back at the monitor, checking to see if any of Sawyer is visible in the frame, but only his dress shoes and gray slacks are visible from where he’s standing. “JosieIgottagobye,” I rush out as I slam my laptop closed.

Josie calls back on the video conference app like the snoopy big sister she is. Sawyer’s head jerks to the laptop. “You gonna get that?”

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