“Won’t Anna be upset?”
“She went home for the weekend.”
“So you’re all alone?”
She catches on to the protective tinge to my words.
“I’m a big girl, Noah, even if I humored you tonight.”
“Hot chocolate sounds great,” I decide, because it’s so sweet it’ll take me longer to get through it.
Savannah beams.
“I just bought whipped cream,” she tells me so excitedly I wonder if her smile is over me or being able to use her fun groceries.
My mind goes to all the other uses for whipped cream, and she shoots me a smile that might imply she’s thinking the same thing. Or that she really likes hot chocolate.
She has the kind of crappy dorm where it’s one room with a bed and desk set up on either side, but there’s a mini fridge in the middle, as well as an electric kettle and a hot plate.
She goes to the fridge and gets the can of whipped cream first, then bites her bottom lip while eying the kettle.
“It’s better with milk, but I’m not sure?—”
I bring my thumb to her bottom lip, freeing it, then rest my fingers along her neck, but she stops talking with an inhale that goes straight to my dick.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you bite your lip like that?”
“No.” I watch her resist the urge to bite it again.
Instead of telling her, I kiss her slowly. Teasing. Nipping on her bottom lip, then pulling her closer to me. I know she can feel how hard I am, but I’m not sure if that’s what brings her moan, or the fact that I moved to her neck, or how my hands are skimming the hem of her shirt, setting goosebumps along the flesh underneath.
It isn’t hard to tell which bed is hers, all soft yellows with pictures of her family. The ones with her brothers are old, so you won’t recognize them unless you know. For a second, I wonder if I should be afraid that Dallas and Clayton James will kill me for what I’m doing to their baby sister, but I don’t want to think about her brothers right now. And at this point, even if I knew that would be the outcome, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me.
The strap on Savannah’s tank falls, but instead of putting it back up, as a gentleman would, I bring my lips to her shoulder and collarbone, remembering how much she liked it last time, but I pause when I reach the top of her breasts.
“More or less?” She nods. “Sav…”
“More. Please don’t stop,” she asks, then lifts her shirt over her head and locks her eyes with mine. She’s beautiful, breathing heavy and nervous, but I kiss down the column of her throat to the valley between her breasts. My hands caress the undersides, then my fingertips barely graze her nipples before they harden. She moans and it’s all I can do not to come in my pants before taking one nipple in my mouth, gently pinching the other between my thumb and index. Savannah squirms, arching her hips, but she makes sure to tell me, “More,” between labored breaths.
I linger on her nipples a little longer, making sure neither is left out, then pull away just long enough to take off my t-shirt before going back to her mouth, letting my hands roam over her curves. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind just kissing Savannah until she sends me home, but she’s pulling me down on top of her, and I like the feeling of my body pressed against hers way too much. Plus, I promised her orgasms.
She groans when I pull away, until I leave open-mouth kisses from her jaw down to her navel. I stop at her jeans and gently pull her to the end of the bed, then look her in the eyes.
“More or less?”
“So much more.” She’s watching me, her expression nervous but hungry. I adjust myself in my jeans before undoing the button on hers, then the zipper. I leave kisses on her lower stomach as I slide her jeans down, noting her self-conscious look…and the boy shorts she’s wearing. I groan at how unreasonably happy it makes me that she wore lacy panties for me, but boy shorts tonight, even though she went to a football party with everyone who’s anyone at it. A blush spreads on her already flushed cheeks, like she might finally see the effect she has on me.
Once the jeans are off, I can’t help but kiss the damp fabric covering her pussy. She moans, but her hands also come down, and I go to retreat, assuming she’s about to push me away, but as soon as they reach my hair, she tangles her fingers through it, massaging my scalp as I start rubbing her through her panties, committing her sounds of pleasure to memory.
“You don’t have to—” she manages between moans, and I can tell she means it. That some selfish asshole made her pleasure feel like a burden, so she’s good with me stopping, even if she’s close, because it’s better for her to go without than to inconvenience me.
“Savannah, you have no idea how badly I’ve been dying to taste you.” I run my hands along the smooth skin of her inner thighs. “I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable or want me to, but more than anything, I want to bury my head between your legs and not come up until you’re screaming my name.”
She swallows and makes her nervous face again, like she either doesn’t understand, or doesn’t believe me, but she nods and uses her hands in my hair to pull me closer.
She lifts her hips to help me get the boy shorts off, then I kiss and tease, biting her inner thigh and kissing it better, venturing closer and closer to her center until she’s writhing beneath me, practically pulling my hair out with her attempts to get me where she wants me.
“Noah,” she moans.
