My channel is clenching around his cock over and over until convulsions overtake my body and I’m whimpering into his mouth.
He comes within moments of me, pulsing and jerking deep inside my body and grunting into my mouth in return.
Fuck, I love the sounds men make when they come.
There’s a thin sheen of sweat covering us both. My makeup is a mess; I’m sure with my lipstick and eyeliner smudged all to hell. Our hearts are racing and we can’t seem to catch our breaths.
He breaks the silence first when he grips my hair at the base of my neck and tugs back so I’m forced to look at his face.
“You’re phenomenal,” he says, before placing a soft kiss to my lips.
“I have a feeling we are never going to stop doing this,” I say with a giggle.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.”
And we don’t. We spend the rest of the night fucking each other into oblivion.
Bent over the bed, up against the wardrobe, in the shower, and when he takes me one final time, spooning together in bed, we come simultaneously and stay just as we are, with him inside of me. He whispers into my ear that he’s never going to let me go and I tell him the same.
He’s mine and I’m his.
Somewhere along the way, we fell for one another and cemented it in a flurry of sweat and sex. That was the final push toward the inevitable conclusion of our courtship.
I know it sounds immature and fanciful, but it’s almost as if fate placed Isaac in my path that day at the Harvest Festival. He instantly felt familiar and I was drawn in. No matter how hard I fought it, there was no denying that one day this was going to happen.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Chapter 17
Sawyer
I can feel soreness in every muscle inside of my body when I slowly begin to move after the sun has woken me up for the day. Memories of last night sink into my mind and a smile spreads over my face. I remember his hands on me and his voice in my ear. It makes me feel so… wanted and happy.
My feelings for him have truly caught me off guard, because the last thing I expected was to like him as much as I do, let alone want nothing more than to make things exclusive.
We really need to discuss that today.
Things were said last night in the heat of the moment, and I meant them, but I need to hear him say it today, one-hundred-percent sober without the excitement of sex brewing in the air.
I slide my hand over the sheets, eyes still closed, searching for the warmth of his body, but all I find are cold pillows.
I blink my eyes open, finding the curtains mostly drawn, save for the sliver in the middle that allows the sun to beam in over my face and an Isaac-less bed. I sit up and look toward the bathroom, but the light isn’t on. He’s not here.
I release a heavy sigh and my shoulders drop just a little when I see a piece of paper propped up on his nightstand. I lean over and snatch it up to find his scrawled handwriting.
I didn’t want to wake you.
Rest.
I went to play a few holes with Finn and Caleb.
I’ll be back by lunch.
Isaac
I place the paper back on the nightstand then flop back onto the bed, sinking into the soft cushion of the mattress once again. The sheets still smell like us, of perfume, cologne, sweat, and sex.
I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before. I had always assumed I’ve had pretty great sex throughout my life, but Isaac Black has officially ruined me for every other man. The way he moves and the way he touches… the gentle tugs and harsh, sharp bites, fuck, it’s nearly indescribable.
I reach over my head and move my hand around on my nightstand, searching for my cell phone then pulling it down to check the time, finding it’s barely ten.
There are a couple of texts from my mom so I fire off a reply then decide to take a scroll through social media, finding I have a notification on Facebook telling me I have memories on this day.
Maybe I’m a masochist or just incredibly stupid, but I click on them and take a scroll toward the bottom… finding posts from over six years ago of my brother and me for his birthday. A rock forms in my gut and my throat constricts, forcing me to swallow the lump there.
I click on the photo from his sixteenth birthday and I can’t help but smile. He was so happy that day and so full of life. It’s insane how quickly things can change in just a few years. Hell, Isaac has shown me how much can change in just a few weeks.
I close out social media and start thumbing through my cameral roll, looking at photos I’ve taken over the past two days. Some of the scenery, some of the venue… a couple of Isaac being fucking adorable… and a couple of us together. His general presence makes me smile, and honestly, it kind of scares me because I feel like I’m getting really attached, incredibly fast. Sometimes, that’s just asking for a broken heart.
My phone freezes for a split second before it begins to vibrate in my hand and Olivia’s face appears on my screen, indicating she is calling me. I slide my finger over the screen and answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Why are you answering the phone? You’re supposed to be having wild firefighter sex right now,” she scolds, and I giggle in response.
“Then why are you calling me?”
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t answer.”
“Well, you called a few hours too late,” I admit.
“What?” she squeals loudly on the other end of the phone, and I have
