When I walk into the Kappa house, I’m relieved to not be greeted by Deirdre’s tits. I’m pretty sure she’s finally gotten the hint and moved on, but I still keep my guard up when I step into the living room. I get a few curious looks from a couple of girls who head into the kitchen, but no one stops me, so I keep going. Miss Francis gave me a standing invitation, and I plan on taking full advantage of it.
Taking the stairs, I quickly make my way to Savanna’s room. I’m a few minutes early, but I figured I could wait in her room while she finishes getting ready. Stopping in front of her door, I knock, but when I don’t get an answer, I reach for the knob and open it. When it easily gives way, I groan and make a mental note to buy her a lock because this is not going to cut it. I grab my phone and take a few photos so I can get the right one. I’ve just shoved my phone back in my bag when I hear a soft, feminine gasp from behind me. Turning, I see Savanna standing in nothing but a pair of jeans and a pink, lacy bra. Her hair is down, freshly blow dried and looking so damn soft as it brushes the swell of her breasts.
“I’m sorry,” I say, trying and failing to be a gentleman and look away. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” My eyes run over everyinch of her, drinking in the sight as I quickly grow painfully hard in my pants. “I’m sorry,” I say again when she stays quiet. “I’m trying really hard to look away and give you privacy.”
Instead of darting for the bathroom or grabbing a shirt to cover herself, she takes a step closer, and all thoughts of being honorable leave me in what has to be a goddamn world record as I close the distance and press my mouth to hers. Her hands run up my chest and over my shoulders, fingers interlacing behind my neck so she can pull me even closer. I’m terrified to touch her, so scared I won’t be able to stop once I start, but the allure of all this bare skin is too much of a temptation for me to resist. The tips of my fingers brush along her back, and as soon as I feel her soft skin, I groan and flatten my hands, holding her tighter while her barely covered breasts press hard against my chest.
The kiss is hard and hungry, both of us needing so much more from the other. She whimpers into my mouth when I drag my fingers along her hip and up her side. Desperate to taste more of her, I break our kiss so I can work my way down her throat, licking and sucking the delicate skin as her fingers weave into my hair and she moans my name on a ragged breath.
“My god, Van,” I groan when I hit the swell of her left breast. I run my tongue along her skin, gently edging under the lace without going too far.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, and I’d laugh at her tone if I wasn’t two seconds away from coming in my pants.
I kiss her chest before standing back up. “We can’t do this right now. I’m not rushing our first time, Van, and it’s sure as hell not going to be right before we have to go and have dinner with my family.”
I say the words, meaning every word of them, but at the same time I fill my hand with her full breast and then drag the pad of my thumb over the taut nipple I can see straining against the nearly see-through lace.
When my head lowers and my mouth draws closer to the pert, rosy-red flesh that I’m dying to taste, she fists my hair and growls, “Don’t you dare put your mouth on me if you’re not going to see this through, Niki.”
“No?” I lift my eyes to hers, watching her as I slowly stick my tongue out and run it over her lace-covered skin. I’m a goner as soon as I feel her nipple beneath the slow drag of my tongue. Her fingers soften in my hair when I latch on and give her a suck. My name leaves her lips on a breathy sigh, and when I slowly guide her back to her bed, she makes no attempt to stop me. I was serious about not having our first time like this, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything at all. We’re both way past the point of needing a release. We’ve been dancing around it since we first met, and seeing her in her bra tipped the scales and made it impossible for us not to take this one step further.
I give her another suck before gently laying her back on the bed that’s still unmade from last night and smelling so much like her that it makes my cock swell even more, even though I would’ve sworn it was impossible for me to get any harder than I already am. I lift the strap of my messenger bag, pulling it over my head and letting it fall gently to the floor. Savanna’s eyes follow every movement I make, and I know the hunger and excitement I can see in hers is mirrored in mine.
“Lose the shirt, Niki,” she says, giving me a smile that reveals the dimple I love. “It’s only fair.”
She’s right. It’s not fair that she’s without a shirt and I’m not. I grab my hoodie and pull it off my head before tossing it onto my bag.
“Not good enough,” she says, making me laugh when I look down at the white T-shirt I’m still wearing.
I make quick work of it, adding it to my pile on the floor and then stand before her in nothing but my jeans and boots. The look on Savanna’s face is the greatest aphrodisiac on theplanet. Her eyes run over my stomach and up my chest, taking in the body I’ve worked hard to maintain and the tattoos that I’ve chosen to mark myself with, and when she finally makes it to my face, her cheeks are flushed and her thighs are already starting to slowly part. She looks like she wants to devour me, and I’ll gladly let her do whatever the hell she wants. Every part of me belongs to this woman.
I’m hers for the taking anytime she wants me.
When she reaches for the top button of her jeans, I growl out, “Don’t you dare,” before I brace my hands on either side of her and lower my head to where her fingers are frozen in place. I kiss her fingers before slowly sucking one into my mouth. My tongue drags along the digit while she moans and rocks her hips beneath me. Lightly gripping her with my teeth, I lift my head, taking her hand with me before releasing it to the side.
“Your pants stay on,” I tell her. “I’m only human, Van.”
She must hear the desperate plea in my voice because she smiles and nods, but then she says, “Your pants come off.”
A shocked laugh comes out before I can stop it. “You think so?”
“I know so,” she says, bringing her hands to my shoulders. Her fingers drag along my skin, soft touches that make it hard for me to think, let alone disagree with her. “We’re not leaving this room until we both come, and I’m guessing you don’t want to show up for dinner with a wet stain on your pants.”
I grimace at the mere thought.
“Exactly,” she says, “so pants off.” When I hesitate, she adds, “Unless you don’t want to.”
She sounds so worried, like there’s a chance she could be forcing me to do something I’m not ready to do, which is so insane it takes me a second before I can answer.
Dropping my head, I kiss her stomach, nuzzling her skin while I lick and suck around her belly button. “You have no ideahow badly I want you. The only reason I’m hesitating is because I’m terrified I won’t be able to stop. I was serious when I said I didn’t want to rush our first time like this. I don’t want us to lose our virginity on a night when we have supper plans with my family right afterwards.”
“Do you want to stop?” she asks. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you’d rather wait.”
I nip at her skin again. “Stopping is the last thing I want, and yes we do have to do something. I want to make you feel good, Van. God, you have no idea how badly I want to see you come.” I give her a smile before I add, “And at this point I’m so hard there’s no way I can hide it, so we might as well do something about it, don’t you think?”
“We really should,” she quickly says, making me laugh before I plant another line of kisses along her stomach. With her thighs spread for me and my face so close to her core, there’s no way I can resist the temptation of bringing my mouth even lower. Sliding my hands up her legs, I gently nudge her thighs open even wider. She offers zero resistance, splaying her legs out in a way that paints a very vivid image of what she would look like doing this naked. I groan at the thought and slide one hand lower until I’m cupping the pussy I’m already in love with.
She whimpers my name and rocks her hips when I drag my thumb along the slit that I know is right there, hidden from me by her jeans and whatever sexy panties she’s wearing. I press in hard enough so she can feel the slide of my finger along her skin, and when I go higher, I stop when she lets out another sexy moan. Pressing the heel of my palm against the exact spot that’s causing such a reaction, I watch her as I slowly grind against her.
