Sawyer stares at me for maybe ten seconds before lunging into my arms. I feel as if I've been waiting all night for this moment. My lips find hers while her hips roll against my instant erection.
Voices startle us, but I refuse to stop. My hand reaches for a doorknob and opens an empty supply closet. Carrying her inside, I lean against the door so no one can interrupt us.
"Sawyer," I murmur against her lips.
"This doesn't mean anything except you look too fucking hot in this tux, and my pussy can't go so long without relief."
Pulling back, I'm shocked she wants sex here. Sawyer doesn't notice, too busy unzipping my slacks and finding my cock.
We sigh together. Leaning forward, I kiss her throat while cupping her ass. The body hugging dress slides up easily and her panties end up on the floor. I dip my finger between the lips of her pussy and find her surprisingly wet.
"I've been in a state of heat since you showed up in this fucking town," she says, sounding more angry than aroused. "Fuck me already."
If Sawyer's testing me, I likely fail. Unwilling to stop myself, I lift her onto my hips and reward my forever hard cock with relief in her warm pussy. Sawyer throws her head back, sighing in a pained way.
Sawyer yanks on my hair. "You look stupid," she growls, biting at my lip.
"Fuck off," I growl back, shoving up into her body harder.
Grimacing, she smiles and yanks on my hair again. I tug at her long curls, making her groan. Deeper, I thrust. Harder, I demand more of her pussy. Our hips slam together faster. My fingers dig into her ass when I feel her pussy spasming around my cock.
"You smiled at that fucker Ellie," I murmur, biting at her earlobe. "Fuck you for that."
Sawyer groans when I fuck her deeper. "You smiled at a lot of bitches," she says slapping me while bouncing wildly on my cock. "I hate you."
"I know," I groan, coming inside her.
"I'm not on birth control," she whispers in almost a threat.
"Don't fucking care," I say before covering her mouth with mine.
Our hips rolling every drop of pleasure out of our bodies, Sawyer kisses me hard. I wrap her in my arms and wish life were as simple as moments like this one. Just fuck and feel good. Be close without all the pressure outside this closet.
I want to stay in here forever, but I hear voices again. Sawyer hears them too, and slides off me. She leans down to find her panties and the one heel she lost while we fucked. I watch her bend over, and take in the sight of her tit nearly slipping out from a dress not created to remain on long.
"Put your dick away," she mutters, trying to sound angry.
"Grudgingly."
Sawyer glares at me as I slide my wet cock back into my slacks. Wiping a dab of her pussy juices from my cock, I suck it off my finger. She watches me, and I know she wants to fuck again. I could do her all night and never find true satisfaction. Nine months was a long time to go without her body at my fingertips.
"Don't talk to me for the rest of the night," she growls, opening the door to leave.
Shoving my fingers into her hair, I lean her head back and force her into a deep kiss. Sawyer doesn't fight me, again wanting more than a five-minute fuck in a closet. When I release her, she stares at me with confused eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you again."
"Not tonight."
"Maybe but soon."
Sawyer shivers before storming down the hallway. I follow her until we reach the front hall where the party continues. I see the twins laughing at Zane who dramatically throws a bottle on the floor in reaction. They laugh louder, and he joins them. Whatever game they're playing, the rest of the party looks worried.
Zane takes Yesenia's hand and strolls past us. The departing twins wave at the crowd of relieved partygoers. Sawyer hurries after the siblings. I watch her ass wiggle in the dress and remember how much sexier it was wrapped around her waist.
The ride home involves the twins singing very loudly to what I think is a country song. I can't even hear the radio playing. Don't care anyway. My mind is on Sawyer two feet from me. I wonder if she can still feel me inside her. If she doesn't, I suspect she will again soon enough.
"Staying over?" Colbie asks when we arrive at the house.
"No, I better get back to my hotel room for clean clothes."
"Tomorrow, just move here. Won't be long before Sawyer decides to go back to Ellsberg. Why waste the money while you wait?"
"I'm not going back," Sawyer snaps.
"Sure, Queen Cranky."
The twins disappear somewhere in the house, leaving Sawyer and me alone in the main hall.
"I guess I could move my crap here until Cooper accepts you're not going home."
"I'm not."
"I know."
"Cooper and you can't make me."
"I know."
Sawyer's anger fades until she seems more frustrated than anything else. "Tonight didn't mean shit, so don't come back tomorrow thinking you're getting laid again."
Sawyer hurries down the hallway, but never reaches the kitchen. I pin her to the wall and frown down at her.
"Sawyer Johansson is afraid of a lot of things. Butterflies, for one."
"They're deceptively evil."
"True, but she shouldn't be afraid of giving me a good night kiss."