The Outliers
Page 6
An escape.
And if anyone knew a thing or two about escape, it was me.
Sawyer writhed against my hand, dripping down my wrist. Her pussy tightened around me and I groaned, wishing I'd felt that on my cock. I hooked my arm around her waist and dragged her to the edge of the table. "Ride my hand," I ordered on a strangled rasp. Lost in sensation, she glanced up at me for only a second before she began rotating her hips against my hand which was still furiously fucking and strumming her in every place that made her moan.
Her eyes rolled back in her head when her first orgasm crashed over her. The sound of her screaming my name echoed across the room. Her pussy clamped around me so hard that I didn't know if I'd be able to pull my finger back out.
Fuck it. It didn't matter. I'd gladly keep it inside of her forever.
I pushed her back on the table again and parted her folds with the tip of my cock then again, I tugged her body down to sheath me in her tight pussy.
She tossed her head back and pressed her lips together. She must have become aware of how loud she'd been screaming after she came the first time because she was holding back on me.
"No one can hear you and who the fuck cares if they can? Let it out, Say," I rasped, seeing stars as I pushed through her clenched pussy until I was as deep as her body would allow. "This is me and you, remember? You can do no wrong. Scream. Shout. Claw. Bite. But don't hold back. Don't ever fucking hold back on me." I pulled out halfway then pushed back in with a hard thrust.
She opened her mouth and the most amazing sound came out. A half moan half scream that almost had me coming inside of her instantly. I felt dizzy from it. I wanted to record that sound and listen to it over and over again.
Sawyer had woken up feelings inside of me I never thought I'd feel again and it was like once she opened the bottle the lid could never be put back on. Because my desire for Sawyer, my love for her, was the strongest thing I'd ever felt. Each time we came together was better than the last. Each time it fused us together more and more and I knew by now that our future was the kind that only ended in forever.
Our eyes met as I found my rhythm. Each time I pushed in she'd buck against me, pulling me in deeper and deeper until I couldn't help but to pound harder until there was no discernible rhythm. Just pleasure and moans and the slapping of skin against skin. When I felt her clench around my cock, my vision went white. The pleasure shot up my spine and when she cried out and contracted around me over and over again, she milked every last drop of cum from my pulsing cock.
Along with every last every last drop of love from my heart.
I laid there, with my girl sleeping in my arms but I couldn't enjoy the moment. My gut told me that soon we'd both be wishing that our temporary reprieve from reality was a lot more permanent.
Chapter 4
Finn
When I woke up the next morning I reached for Sawyer, but the only thing I met was mattress. I sat up in bed and was met with the smell of bacon. I made my way out of the room to the small kitchen in her little house and was taken aback by the buffet that was waiting for me on the counter. Along with the bacon were scrambled eggs, toast, juice, coffee, and hash browns.
My stomach growled.
What surprised me more was Sawyer who still hadn't noticed my presence. I stood there for a few moments. Watching her. Observing. Not only was she cooking up a storm, flitting from one cabinet to the other to get what she needed, she was also humming along to the song on the radio.
This wasn't the same girl from last night. I was confused and felt on edge watching this new Sawyer prance around the kitchen.
"What's all this?" I asked.
She turned around and almost dropped a plate but recovered quickly before setting it down on the counter. "You startled me," she said with a big beaming smile and I knew right away that something was amiss. "I thought I was supposed to be the one who didn't know things. This is breakfast of course."
"I didn't mean to startle you," I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. I planted a kiss on her head before releasing her. "And I can see this is breakfast, but I was talking more about the humming and cooking and your overall demeanor, not the food." I grabbed a piece of crispy bacon and took a bite, my eyes almost rolled back in my head with the salty goodness.
"I like this song. The singer's name is Beyoncé. Have you heard of her?" Sawyer asked. She pronounced Beyoncé (Bee-Yon-Chee) and I couldn't help but smile.
"I think I might have heard of her once or twice," I answered, taking a seat at the counter. "But what I meant was, last night, you were pretty upset, and now?" I gestured to the counter and to the radio.
She smiled but it was a forced smile that barely more than a line on her face. "Nothing. I'm going to work," she said with a shrug. And that's when I saw it. The void in her eyes. The vacant space where so much life used to live. It was like she was running on idle.
"Work?" I asked. I shook my head. "Not today. Today you need to go talk to Critter about your mom. Maybe, go see her."
Sawyer averted her eyes shook her head. She set a pan in the sink and turned off the faucet. "No. Not yet. Not today."
"Say, you can't just go about your day as if last night never happened. It's a lot to take in. I think you can take the day off."
She looked at me as if I were the one acting strangely. "Right now, I'd rather focus on this. Breakfast. Being happy." She looked at me. "With you."
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I love that you want to be happy with me because fuck all knows that's all I want in the world. But I know how it goes when you push that shit down deep inside instead of letting it out and you know what happens?"
"You wind up living with the crazy girl from a religious sect in the middle of the swamp?" she asked, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
"Cute. But seriously, back up, 'cause that shit don't work. Trust me. Go talk to Critter. To your mother," I said, feeling more than just a little uneasy about her playful attitude when just last night she was about to lose her shit. "You can't just ignore this, Say."
"Sure," she said, planting another kiss on my lips. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Just not yet."
And if anyone knew a thing or two about escape, it was me.
Sawyer writhed against my hand, dripping down my wrist. Her pussy tightened around me and I groaned, wishing I'd felt that on my cock. I hooked my arm around her waist and dragged her to the edge of the table. "Ride my hand," I ordered on a strangled rasp. Lost in sensation, she glanced up at me for only a second before she began rotating her hips against my hand which was still furiously fucking and strumming her in every place that made her moan.
Her eyes rolled back in her head when her first orgasm crashed over her. The sound of her screaming my name echoed across the room. Her pussy clamped around me so hard that I didn't know if I'd be able to pull my finger back out.
Fuck it. It didn't matter. I'd gladly keep it inside of her forever.
I pushed her back on the table again and parted her folds with the tip of my cock then again, I tugged her body down to sheath me in her tight pussy.
She tossed her head back and pressed her lips together. She must have become aware of how loud she'd been screaming after she came the first time because she was holding back on me.
"No one can hear you and who the fuck cares if they can? Let it out, Say," I rasped, seeing stars as I pushed through her clenched pussy until I was as deep as her body would allow. "This is me and you, remember? You can do no wrong. Scream. Shout. Claw. Bite. But don't hold back. Don't ever fucking hold back on me." I pulled out halfway then pushed back in with a hard thrust.
She opened her mouth and the most amazing sound came out. A half moan half scream that almost had me coming inside of her instantly. I felt dizzy from it. I wanted to record that sound and listen to it over and over again.
Sawyer had woken up feelings inside of me I never thought I'd feel again and it was like once she opened the bottle the lid could never be put back on. Because my desire for Sawyer, my love for her, was the strongest thing I'd ever felt. Each time we came together was better than the last. Each time it fused us together more and more and I knew by now that our future was the kind that only ended in forever.
Our eyes met as I found my rhythm. Each time I pushed in she'd buck against me, pulling me in deeper and deeper until I couldn't help but to pound harder until there was no discernible rhythm. Just pleasure and moans and the slapping of skin against skin. When I felt her clench around my cock, my vision went white. The pleasure shot up my spine and when she cried out and contracted around me over and over again, she milked every last drop of cum from my pulsing cock.
Along with every last every last drop of love from my heart.
I laid there, with my girl sleeping in my arms but I couldn't enjoy the moment. My gut told me that soon we'd both be wishing that our temporary reprieve from reality was a lot more permanent.
Chapter 4
Finn
When I woke up the next morning I reached for Sawyer, but the only thing I met was mattress. I sat up in bed and was met with the smell of bacon. I made my way out of the room to the small kitchen in her little house and was taken aback by the buffet that was waiting for me on the counter. Along with the bacon were scrambled eggs, toast, juice, coffee, and hash browns.
My stomach growled.
What surprised me more was Sawyer who still hadn't noticed my presence. I stood there for a few moments. Watching her. Observing. Not only was she cooking up a storm, flitting from one cabinet to the other to get what she needed, she was also humming along to the song on the radio.
This wasn't the same girl from last night. I was confused and felt on edge watching this new Sawyer prance around the kitchen.
"What's all this?" I asked.
She turned around and almost dropped a plate but recovered quickly before setting it down on the counter. "You startled me," she said with a big beaming smile and I knew right away that something was amiss. "I thought I was supposed to be the one who didn't know things. This is breakfast of course."
"I didn't mean to startle you," I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. I planted a kiss on her head before releasing her. "And I can see this is breakfast, but I was talking more about the humming and cooking and your overall demeanor, not the food." I grabbed a piece of crispy bacon and took a bite, my eyes almost rolled back in my head with the salty goodness.
"I like this song. The singer's name is Beyoncé. Have you heard of her?" Sawyer asked. She pronounced Beyoncé (Bee-Yon-Chee) and I couldn't help but smile.
"I think I might have heard of her once or twice," I answered, taking a seat at the counter. "But what I meant was, last night, you were pretty upset, and now?" I gestured to the counter and to the radio.
She smiled but it was a forced smile that barely more than a line on her face. "Nothing. I'm going to work," she said with a shrug. And that's when I saw it. The void in her eyes. The vacant space where so much life used to live. It was like she was running on idle.
"Work?" I asked. I shook my head. "Not today. Today you need to go talk to Critter about your mom. Maybe, go see her."
Sawyer averted her eyes shook her head. She set a pan in the sink and turned off the faucet. "No. Not yet. Not today."
"Say, you can't just go about your day as if last night never happened. It's a lot to take in. I think you can take the day off."
She looked at me as if I were the one acting strangely. "Right now, I'd rather focus on this. Breakfast. Being happy." She looked at me. "With you."
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I love that you want to be happy with me because fuck all knows that's all I want in the world. But I know how it goes when you push that shit down deep inside instead of letting it out and you know what happens?"
"You wind up living with the crazy girl from a religious sect in the middle of the swamp?" she asked, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
"Cute. But seriously, back up, 'cause that shit don't work. Trust me. Go talk to Critter. To your mother," I said, feeling more than just a little uneasy about her playful attitude when just last night she was about to lose her shit. "You can't just ignore this, Say."
"Sure," she said, planting another kiss on my lips. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Just not yet."
