Page 35 of Knotting Autumn

“Okay, but please order our pizza first.”

Shoving himself off of me, Sawyer tripped over his feet in his rush to grab his phone. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched, enjoying the furrow in his brow as he ordered double of our favorite pizza in record time.

“I hope they like roasted mushrooms and bacon,” I said. “I’m going to laugh so hard if they actually expected pineapple.”

“I don’t give a shit if they like the pizza,” he said, tossing his phone aside. “It’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

“Then you’ve got fifteen,” I said, arching my eyebrows.

Sawyer wasted no time, kneeling on the bed. My jeans were unceremoniously tugged down my hips. He kissed the inside ofeach ankle as he pulled the fabric off my legs. Sitting back on his heels, he took me in—my shirt pulled up to show my soft stomach and cotton bra, my panties printed with tiny pumpkins, and my bare legs.

“Pumpkin,” he murmured, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. The muscles of his shoulders and back flexed as he crawled toward me, settling between my legs.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

My lungs constricted, and I couldn’t get a full breath in. This couldn’t be real. Sawyer was staring at the wet spot on my panties. His breath ghosted over it, and my hips jerked.

I couldn’t help my nervous giggle. This wasSawyer, my best friend, and here he was, getting ready to eat me out.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. You’re fulfilling all my horny teenage fantasies about you,” I admitted.

“Yeah?” he said with a smirk as he drew my panties down my legs and tossed them aside, leaving my pussy bare and exposed. “What exactly did you imagine? I’d love to make all of your dreams come true.”

My cheeks stung with my blush. “Mostly, us making out, and then you impregnating me. I was a little unclear about how that would work at the time. I promise I’ve figured it out since then.”

His eyes glowed, and his voice dropped to a lethal tone. “I’d love nothing more than to put a baby in you. Now come here. I need you to ride my face the same way you rode my thigh.”

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hips and flipped me so I was straddling his head. He grinned up at me before pulling me down onto his mouth.

Shocked, I pushed up, trying to hover over him. Sawyer growled. “Give me all your weight, and then grind down on my mouth. I want you to come on my tongue.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pumpkin, I want you to fucking waterboard me.”

The ridiculous nickname had me giggling again, but his hands landed on my hips, guiding me down and into a rocking motion.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

His tongue dove into my entrance, and then flattened as I rocked and rubbed my clit over his mouth. Using his grip on my hips, he held me in place while he sucked and nibbled at my most sensitive spot.

A guttural moan ripped from my throat, sounding more like an animal than a woman. I was too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed. He kept working my clit while one hand moved to my ass, squeezing and massaging, wringing another moan out of me.

Distantly, I could feel a swell of jealousy.

What the hell was that?

Intense pleasure filled every corner of my body as I rode Sawyer’s face. My head tipped back, my mouth open in a silent scream.

Sawyer used his hand at my ass to reach between us and push two fingers into my cunt. The added pressure and friction was too much, and I broke.

Tears dripped down my face as I gasped, unable to stop my entire body from arching. His movements gentled, extending my climax without overwhelming my sensitive nerves.

Shaking, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.

Grinning, Sawyer licked his lips, tasting me. “Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.”

My breathing stuttered, the intense memory of coming on Thorne’s mouth in that vivid dream flashing through my mind. Shaking my head, I focused on Sawyer.