Chapter 2: Sawyer

I pulled away with a gasp. My face turning red with both embarrassment and desire. My eyes darted around my surroundings. How did we get here? I somehow ended up with my back pressed against a decorative column in a dimly lit corner of the venue. That at least saved my dignity. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. Then warm fingers hooked my chin, and I was met with a look that instantly reminded me exactly why I’d done that.

This mysterious stranger of mine didn’t seem to be done with me either. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me toward the nearest door and into the hallway. My whole body was still buzzing to a point I couldn’t question what I was doing. And I didn’t really care.

Finding a door that was unlocked, he pulled me inside a dark room. My back hit the wall and his lips were on mine before I could discern where we were. But just like that, it didn’t matter. My hands fisted his lapels as his fingers fisted in my hair. He was demanding and delicious and making my body respond in ways it never had before. Moisture pooled between my thighs as my nipples hardened against the silky corset top.

A rumbling groan vibrated through his chest as his hand slid beneath the high slit of my skirt. He swallowed my gasp as his fingers pressed along the fabric of my panties. I had just started to melt into his touch when it disappeared. A split second later, so did my underwear. A hot hand replacing them, eliciting a moan as it began to work my clit while moving along my slick folds.

Using a knee, he pushed my legs further apart, pulling my skirt further out of the way for better access. The position gave me room to reach between us. My breathing grew more ragged as I worked to undo his belt. He massaged my clit exquisitely, making my need to pleasure him even stronger. I moved a hand beneath his waistband. Just as I wrapped around his impressive girth, he plunged a finger inside me. I cried out in pleasure, my hand tightening around him. His hips bucked in approval of my exploration.

I matched his pace as he pushed a second finger into my entrance. I wanted to give as good as he was giving. And it was good. So damn good that soon enough I couldn’t focus on anything but the quickly approaching bliss. His tongue tracing my collarbone. His lips on my neck.

“Fuck, yes,” I cried as his knuckles curled against my g-spot. His thumb pressing my clit with the perfect pressure. A combined sensation that sent me over the edge. My legs shaking so strongly his grip on my hair was the only thing holding me up. The sting of which only intensified my orgasm.

His mouth claimed mine again. Kissing me eagerly. But I wasn’t done. I threw my leg over his hip, grinding against his incredibly hard length. He’d awoken something in me and I wanted more. I wanted to feel him fill me. My mystery man grunted his response. His arms tucking behind my knees in a smooth motion as he lifted me off the ground. My hands instinctively shot out for support, finding a shelf above my head. His cock teased along my wet folds. The head started to push at my entrance but he stopped. Our ragged breathing filling the room. Some sparse light highlighting his silhouette in the darkness. I was about to move when he spoke.

“I don’t have protection.”

“I’m on the pill,” I assured him.

He still hesitated. “You can tell me to stop.”

I lifted my hips toward him, taking the tip of him inside me. “Don’t.”

Hard and smooth, he pushed to the hilt. Stretching my walls divinely. Hitting every nerve.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he rasped, thrusting again. “And fucking tight.”

My head fell back with a moan as he started to set a steady pace, putting a perfect amount of power behind every thrust. Tugging at my top, he freed my breasts. His mouth took a taut nipple between his teeth. Sucking and tonguing in a skilled fashion that had me crying louder. Begging him not to stop as my walls tightened around him. His grunts became more desperate. His movements sped up until he was plowing into me hard and fast and rough.

“Oh, god, yes,” I screamed.

White light filled my vision as my entire body fell into convulsions. A curse echoed in my ears as warmth filled me. I didn’t know how much time passed before I started to breathe again. My fingers laced in his hair as he rested his head on my chest. His breathing as heavy as my own.

Eventually, he shifted, wrapping my legs around his waist as an arm snaked around mine, holding me upright as he reached for something. I flinched and blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights as he found the switch on the wall. He took a moment to look around until he found a roll of paper towels on a nearby shelf. Apparently, we had found our way into a supply closet. I would have laughed at the cliché if I wasn’t so focused on the man who was still comfortably seated inside me at the moment.

Reaching the towels, he used his teeth to pull a few off. Keeping his other hand firmly around my waist and my shoulders pressed against the wall. Tossing the roll aside, his attention fully returned to me. I pulled a rush of air through my teeth as he finally pulled out. Immediately using the paper towels to catch the results of our passion as he gently set me back on my feet.

The paper was rough against my overly sensitive skin but the gesture was so sweet and attentive I didn’t even care. I watched him toss them in the trash before helping me right my clothing. My mind started to process what had just happened. I struggled to believe I had just done that but mostly because I didn’t regret it. Never in my life would I have imagined I’d be so impulsive. So overwhelmed with desire. It made the whole experience so singularly perfect.