My head has barely stopped spinning when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against his warm chest, and leaves a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck. The gentle touch of his lips is a full one-eighty from the things that come out of his mouth.
One hand tangles in the back of my hair while the other slides up my inner thigh until it’s practically gliding and it’s now I realize that I’m dripping. I inch my knees together, but I’m stopped short by the tug at the back of my hair.
“Don’t even think about it,” his husky mummer vibrates across my skin. I drop my head back onto his shoulder.
His fingers, which were just sliding through my arousal, inch over between my lips, and I buck against the sensation. My eyes fall closed, and for the first time in my life, I beg. “More, please. I need more.”
Two fingers tease my entrance and I grind my hips down, desperate to take more of him.
“You feel that, Savannah?” His fingers inch higher until he’s three knuckles deep, and I’m panting. “You feel the way your pussy is dripping all over me?”
“Y-yes.” I shamelessly shift my hips from side to side, attempting to grind against his palm.
“I want to feel it on my cock.”
He removes his hand and I grit my teeth to hold in my scream. The sound of the foil packet being torn open has me leaning forward to hold onto the back of the couch withshaky arms. I inhale sharply as his hand grips my waist and I feel the weight of his tip at my entrance.
My knuckles turn pale and I angle my hips, pressing my ass out towards him, silently begging him to fill me. I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling at that.
He slides his oversized head in, and he splays his palm across my lower back, pressing me down a little further.
“Fuck me. You should see how good you look stretching over my cock.” He pushes in another inch before pulling almost fully out.
“Noah.” My plea falls on deaf ears because he pushes in again, this time somehow even slower. I can feel the ridges and veins of each inch he drags through me.
“Fuck! Please!” I cry.
I’m left panting and painfully empty when he pulls out, leaving only his tip inside me. He uses his hold on my hair for leverage and pulls me from the couch until my back is flush with his body again. His tongue and teeth lap and nip at my neck before he whispers in my ear, “You’re so sweet when you’re begging, Savvy girl. What happened to that smart-ass mouth of yours that I’ve come to love so much?”
His touch is hypnotizing. I can physically feel the blood pumping in my exposed neck. My chest is heaving and my clit is throbbing, the pressure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t think straight. All I know is I need more. Now. “Noah. With all the disrespect in the world,” I pant. “Shut the fuck up.”
A soft huff of laughter caresses my ear. “There she is.” I’m shoved forward, as he drives into me, bottoming out. “Brat.”
I catch myself on the back of the couch. The air is sucked from my lungs as he fills me. I let my face rub against the back of the couch while he continues to push inside of me at a violent pace.
My ass slaps against his front, and I’m already so sensitive that the angle I’m bent at hits just the right spot. I scream hisname, and his answering grunt lets me know his release is close.
“Come, Savannah.” His thick shaft moves in and out, rougher than before. “I want to feel your greedy little cunt suck me dry.”
My walls start to constrict around him, squeezing him so tight.
“Fuck!” he screams.
And hearing him come undone because of me pushes me over the edge. The pleasure is blinding, and I continue to pulse around him, holding onto the feeling of him twitching inside me. He braces his arms on either side of the couch, leaning his weight against my back while he’s still inside me. I smile, listening to his labored breathing in between the kisses he leaves on my shoulder.
27
noah
If this is a dumb idea,it’s too late.
The knock on Savannah’s apartment door echoes through the hallway. I look down at the bags in my hands, shifting my weight into my heels.
This is so fucking lame.
A shadow forms behind the peephole, followed by the sounds of the locks turning, and I breathe a sigh of relief when bold, brown eyes appear through the cracked open door.
My lips tug upward, and when she opens the door fully, I’m taken aback. Savannah Alvarez might be the most dangerous person on the planet, given the way she knocks the air straight from my lungs. She stands before me, her eyes twinkling with surprise and intrigue. Her perfect body is covered in an oversized hoodie and tiny plaid sleep shorts that poke out from the bottom, while her dark hair lies in waves down her back. The only time my dad wasn’t hounding me on the ice was during the two weeks a year when we took a summer vacation. I’ve been everywhere from Bora Bora to Halong Bay, and nothing has ever made me feel the way I feel when I see Savannah.
