Match Met Ch. 04

"Okay Sawyer, that's enough. I'm cold." She said after the 5th minute of being wrapped in his arms. He seemed to think that was a good enough reason to let her go considering the heat was off. He reached out a hand to help her on the ground.

"I'm alright." She declined, and sauntered to his room. She used the candle to guide her to his drawers. She opened the first one and noticed it was his underwear drawer. He had a lot of boxer briefs. She dug a little deeper and found some regular boxers that were probably older. Then she found a V-neck in another drawer.

She took her candle to the bathroom and started the water. Showering in the dim light was fairly relaxing.

*

Sawyer stepped out of the bathroom absolutely freezing. The water heater must've run out of hot water because it only got colder the longer he stayed in. But he was somewhat satisfied that Kiana had a warm shower and was comfortable, even if he felt like hypothermia was creeping up on him. He found Kiana nestled in his sheets and large comforter. Sawyer climbed into bed and found his grip on her build.

Kiana didn't complain because she actually loved the way his body felt and Sawyer knew it although she'd never tell. He shivered against her a few times before melting into her curves. After a half hour of just listening to one another breathe, he kissed over her neck and down her collar bone once again. His soft lips left hot trails over her skin.

Damn.She thought. Sawyer wore her out with all the emotions he could make her feel in two days. She just couldn't keep up with him. She was moistening from his touch and she squeezed her legs together. Kiana couldn't take it any longer; she needed to feel his lips. She turned around and left their spooning position so their faces were only an inch apart.

He waited for her to make the first move and she did. Her lips pressed against his and he embraced the small of her back. Kiana let her hand wander up and down his freezing biceps and into his wet hair. It felt like their temperatures were adding to their arousal.

Kiana jumped at the feel of his member on her upper thigh. She couldn't fight the urge to touch it and as she did, Sawyer reacted. He broke their kiss to hiss out into the open air. She began to stroke the angry tip through his boxers in a mechanical up and down, twisting motion.

Kiana left his grip to disappear under the comforter. Sawyer cursed lightly as his gaze drifted toward the ceiling. Kiana couldn't see a thing, and she used her other senses to help navigate. She felt around his abdomen for the hem of his briefs and pulled them down his thighs. His hard on flopped against his belly button. Kiana put her lips around the tip and let her tongue trail the slit. His precum saturated her taste buds and she basked in the warmth. She began sucking on his dick and dipping her head as far down onto the shaft as she could. Sawyer started bucking his hips in rhythm to her ministrations. His tip started probing at the back of her throat and she'd gag every once in awhile.

Sawyer could tell she hadn't sucked dick too many times in her life; she was terrible. Although she was only 19, so he wouldn't expect her to know much about how to do things that went on in the bedroom. And her lack of experience only made him want her more.

Sawyer decided to take control. He put his hand on the back of her head.

"Relax your throat." He said, as he pushed her head down onto his dick. She was able to take his entire length without making a sound. Sawyer threw his head back at the feeling of her throat taking his cock.

"Good girl." He praised in a breathy voice. He pushed her head down a few more times before he gave another command.

"Close your lips." Kiana did as he asked and Sawyer began pumping himself in and out of her soft mouth. She could hear him getting louder after each thrust.

"Fuck!" He said when he finally stopped thrusting and let his cum spurt onto her tongue. Kiana peeled back the covers and headed for the bathroom to spit. She rinsed her mouth and padded back to the bed. Sawyer watched her every move and reached for her as soon as she sat back in bed.

He gathered her into his arms and caringly kissed her forehead. Kiana pressed her cheek against his chest and listened to the beating of his chest while letting the rise and fall rock her to unconsciousness. Sawyer was surprised she could be so submissive when it really mattered. He couldn't believe she allowed him to dictate her head that way. But she probably knew she wasn't too great at oral stimulation. However he was sure she'd get better with him as her mentor.

*

It was 10 AM and Kiana went to use the bathroom when she heard her phone ringing. She jogged to the living room to retrieve it and saw it was Janelle.

"Hello?" Kiana asked.

"Hi honey, how have you been enjoying your days off?" Janelle asked in a fake receptionist voice. Kiana looked around the apartment and almost panicked.

"Loving them, you?" That wasn't a complete lie.

"Fucking great! No work, no school—I think I love the snow." Kiana chuckled. Janelle was a Summer girl by far. But Kiana loved the winter months, even when they weren't the reason behind your unplanned days off.

"But what have you been doing? Did the power go out?" Janelle asked again. Kiana's heart picked up some speed.

"I've been studying and hanging out... oh, the power did go out last night." Kiana had no idea if the power went out on campus or not, but she had to say something.

"Hm... I spoke to Wes last night and he said he was lucky the power on campus didn't go out and he finished up his report." Janelle was definitely suspicious. She didn't want to explain how she'd gotten at Sawyer's place, even though it was a legitimate reason. But then she'd want to know what they did and if anything happened; Kiana wasn't that good of a liar.

"I'm not on campus. I'm at my dad's." She lied.

"Oh okay." She was convinced. "Well, since you studied on your days off it shouldn't be a big deal if you came by Brandon's tonight. He's having a thing with some friends... including the one that's been asking about you." Kiana looked back at Sawyer's door.

Brendon had a friend named Ethan who had seen her on Facebook and was completely interested in what he saw. She'd never met him before, but she was always open to the idea... until now. Thinking of him made her sick in the most unusual way.

"I don't feel like being bothered with those men tonight; I think I'll just stay home." Kiana sighed.

"No, I'll tell him you aren't interested, just please come. I won't have anyone to really talk to." She begged. Kiana rolled her eyes and took a breath.

"Alright, I'll come by for a little." She breathed. Janelle smiled on the other end.

"I'll pick you up from your dorm at about 11." Kiana agreed and then hung up the phone. She stared down into it for a few more seconds, just dazing off into a thinking trance. If she wouldn't be spending the night with her dad, she'd need to spend the day.

"Kiana, I'm speaking to you." Sawyer stated. She looked in the direction of the far away voice to see a body that was right before her. He was standing close enough to touch and she hadn't even noticed.

"Yeah?" She asked. Sawyer ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to stop it from feathering into his eyes.

"I said get dressed so when can go get breakfast." He stated in a cold voice. To top off the rude ass tone, he proceeded to walk away as if Kiana would scurry to do as he asked. Kiana furrowed her brow.

"I think that would've worked more efficiently if you asked a question; so the answer is no. But I would like to go home so I'll get dressed for that." Kiana walked to her clothes and stripped off his boxer shorts, putting on her jeans without any underwear.

Sawyer watched in agitation as she blatantly defied him. He didn't want her to go home quite yet; he couldn't tell if she wanted anything else from him after her 2 day visit. Last night she was so affectionate; kissing him, caressing him languidly and nestling into his chest. But now her disinterest in staying another minute with him while the State of Emergency was over showed clearly on her face. In defeat, he trudged back to his room to get ready to drop her off.

***

Kiana struggled with her own bags again as she waited from him to close and lock his apartment door. When he finished, he turned to her and began removing her ballet bag's strap off her shoulder. Kiana recoiled from his touch and gave him a light, sassy look.

"I carried them all the first time; I'll be alright doing it again." She said, reminding him of his less then chivalrous acts the first day she arrived. Sawyer didn't spend another minute trying to coax her into letting him help. He jogged down the steps to the apartment door while Kiana took each step one at a time.

She'd made it to the car and the heat was already on full blast. Sawyer pulled onto the cleaned streets and finally drove over the bridge in direction to Kiana's dorm. She'd get dressed there and wait for the bus that'd take her to her dad's. Sawyer pulled up at the campus and put the car in park.

"Okay, well thanks, for picking me up and letting me stay with you. I really appreciate it." Kiana told him. He looked straight ahead and nodded slowly.

"No problem." Was all he mumbled. For some reason Kiana felt like this was where they'd kiss and say 'I'll call you later.' But no one moved. Sawyer didn't make eye contact with her for even a second. She got out, trying to escape the awkward silence and headed up the snowy walkway to the door. She looked back to see the VW speeding back onto the road without hesitation.

*

After spending the rest of her morning, afternoon and a little bit of her evening with her father, she came back to her dorm to get ready for 11 o'clock. A small part of her did want to go out, have fun and meet new people. That nagging feeling she felt earlier in regards to ruining what she might've had with Sawyer didn't seem to matter anymore, especially with his cold attitude with her earlier.

She decided she'd wear her skinny jeans, tucked into brown riding boots paired with a red chiffon blouse. She kept her hair in its curly state and made her lashes longer. Her bombshell Victoria Secret bra was one of her prized possessions under her shirt and it raised her breasts just an inch over the buttons. Her cell phone rang on her bedside table and she grabbed it, not even answering.

Janelle's Crown Victoria sat where she could last remember seeing Sawyer's VW.

Why can't I stop thinking about him?She asked herself, letting the crisp air whip her hair in different directions. It seemed like the duration of the entire day was spent thinking of him. His scent stuck to her clothes and bags, she found a strand of his hair was nestled into one of her curls and anything blue allowed a vivid picture of his eyes to cloud her brain.

"You look good." Janelle told her. Kiana looked Janelle up and down and noticed she was dressed in jeans and a low cut sweater.

"Thanks." Kiana nestled into her seat and stared out the window for what seemed like two seconds before Janelle spoke.

"What're you thinking about?" She asked. Kiana tried to seem passive.

"Nothing, I'm just a little tired." She said, which was the truth to a certain extent. Riding busses in and out of town had her a little drained.

They arrived at Brendon's small ranch house. Kiana got out and closed the door behind herself. She followed Janelle's lead up the footpath and toward the concrete front porch. The lights were on inside and the faint sound of a TV was all she could hear. She clutched her cell phone in her hand a bit tighter out of nervousness. She wasn't the type of girl that could easily flirt and mingle with men. She'd just linger in the background and talk to those who talked to her.

Kiana walked inside and almost staggered back. Her vision was significantly more impaired in comparison to a second ago. It looked as if someone was trying to hotbox the entire living room; the room was filled with smoke. She took a few more steps inside and saw Brendon laid deeply into the couch with another man by his side. She could only guess it was Ethan. Besides his bloodshot red eyes, he was fairly handsome. He had mahogany skin set smoothly over long limbs, curly hair and expensive basketball attire.

"Ethan this is Kiana." Janelle said, taking her place beside Brendon on the couch. Kiana didn't realize she was still standing until Ethan gave her a humoured look.

"I won't bite you." He smiled a full grin with a small gap between his front two teeth, which only made him more handsome for some reason. Kiana sat stiffly beside him, crossing her legs away from him. Movement in the corner of her eye made drew her attention and she couldn't believe what she saw. Janelle took the bowl out of her boyfriend's hand to take a hard hit off of it. After taking more breaths to deeply inhale the weed, she exhaled out of her nose.

Kiana was livid. Was this what they planned on doing for the rest of the night? Kiana smoked in her high school years but quit when she began to feel the effects. It weakened her dancing and hindered her from passing a drug test for jobs. Now the smell tickled her nose and churned her stomach in an unpleasant way. Janelle knew Kiana hated weed.

Ethan held the bowl out to Kiana and she gave it a disgusted look.

"No thanks." She mumbled. Ethan handed it back to Brendon.

"You're very pretty." Ethan told her, his words somewhat slurred from his high. Kiana spared him a glance and then wished she hadn't. His red eyes pierced into hers in the most dazed of ways. She tried to stifle a groan.

"Thanks." She said. Ethan's hand boldly slithered up her crossed thigh and Kiana sprang out of her seat. She couldn't take it anymore. She walked out the front door and looked out onto the porch. The streets were quiet but her ears rung from the strong, powerful scent of the weed. She looked down into her cell phone and wished she was with Sawyer for some reason.

After 1 minute of standing outside, the front door opened again. She looked back, hoping it wasn't Ethan. It was Janelle. Kiana was now angry again.

"Why you out here?" She asked, giving her a confused look. Kiana looked at her for another second and then turned her head with a smirk of disbelief.

"Why the fuck would you invite me here if you knew all you would do is get high? I'm not into that and you knew that." Kiana said, getting defensive. Her blood pressure rose with each spoken word.

"I didn't know they'd be smoking Key." Janelle said exasperatedly.

"Whatever. All they fucking do is get high." Kiana said, making a jab at the two men slumped on the couch. Kiana was almost completely sure Janelle's boyfriend was a pothead. He constantly reeked of weed if he wasn't smoking it and if he wasn't smoking it he was selling it.

"I know you're pissed off but don't come at Brendon like that. It wasn't too long ago when you had a blunt a little too often. So don't act like you're a brand new person." Janelle was looking Kiana right in her eyes. Janelle knew better then to cross Kiana, but when she needed to stand up for something she knew was right or wrong, she'd find the balls. Kiana raised an eyebrow in amusement and positioned her body to face her head on.

"You're right, I did. But then Igrew up. Howlong are you going to stand by him when he fails drug tests for every fucking job he gets? Or when he goes back to jail—" Kiana stopped herself.

This is your friend. This is your friend.She tried to tell herself. But her breath was only a few inches away while she gave her a threatening look. "I think you need to get out of my face, and go take a hit before I say anything else." Kiana clenched and unclenched her fists as she always did when she was angry.

When Janelle finally walked back into the house, Kiana's phone buzzed at the same time. It was an unfamiliar number but somehow she knew who it was.

Hey, u ok?

How the hell did he knew she was anything but ok. A weird feeling fell over her as she tried to think of the odds.

No, can u pick me up? I'm on ur side of the brdge.

Not even a minute had passed before he texted back.

Where r u?Kiana texted him Brendon's address and allowed butterflies to fill her chest. It'll be the third day in a row she'd spend a night with him and that information definitely made her happy regardless of her current emotional state. She went back inside the house to use his bathroom. She didn't say a word to them. Her boots were the only things making a sound through the house. She opened the bathroom door and turned on the lights. Her face went rigid.

His bathroom was disgusting. The toilet seat had probably never seen a day right side up and urine stained the bowl. Kiana focused her attention to the mirror and tried to see her reflection in it. But the dirt, grime and opaque condition made it hard. Kiana couldn't spend another minute in the bathroom and went to get her coat off the couch. She put it on and went to stand back outside to wait on Sawyer. To her surprise, he was pulling up.

She flipped her hair out of her collar and followed her snow prints back down the walkway. She sat down and waited for the car to begin moving. But after the 5th second of idleness, she looked at Sawyer. He was giving her a hard, sullen stare and it was probably the most intimidating she'd ever seen him.

"What?" She asked. Her voice sounded timid.

"Were you smoking?" He asked her in a forceful voice. It was quiet but in a way, the baritone made it scream. Kiana relaxed in her seat and crossed her legs.

"No."

"Kiana don't fuckin—"

"I'm not lying to you, I don't smoke." She gave him a convincing look that seemed to do the trick. He sped down the empty street. Kiana took a deep sigh and snuggled into her chair.

"I don't want to go home." She told him, looking out the window. Sawyer swallowed audibly. Then she wanted to go back to his place.

"Then we'll go to my house." He mumbled quietly, more to himself.

"I'm actually a little hungry." She said.

"You stink, so we can't go out anywhere." Once again, he was having a conversation with himself. "We'll have to order something."

Sawyer was disappointed he wouldn't be able to take her out on a civil date but then again, he was happy to have her with him. They pulled up to his apartment and Kiana got out without a struggle. They walked up the steps together and she waited for him to open the door. She took off her boots and coat to put them in her regular spot. Sawyer turned on the heat and stripped himself of his shirt.

"Wearing clothes inside too lame for you?" Kiana questioned sarcastically, heading to his bedroom. It felt as if it were all mechanical; where she put her shoes and coat, seeing Sawyer without his shirt, heading to his bedroom to watch TV—it felt right.

"For my own house, yes. You should think about that as a belief for yourself too." He said, following her hypnotizing hips to the backroom. Her skinny jeans did a magnificent job of clinging to her silhouette.

"Hm... I think, no." She laughed, giving him a smile over her shoulder. She opened the door while he turned on theTV. Kiana took off her jeans and blouse to reveal a matching set of Christmas themed underwear. They faced one another and the TV illuminated their faces, making their vision randomly fade in and out.

"Am I still not ready for what comes with sleeping in this bed?"