“How about we keep doing this, and I won’t fuck you?” I asked her, my mouth moving against hers.
“You keep doing this,” she mumbled, “and I’ll be begging.”
I didn’t stop my groan, and her head tipped back when I paid more attention to her breasts again. “Keep your shorts on,” I told her, moving more urgently under her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Sav, but I want to hear you begging.”
She rocked over me, as we kissed and I sucked her tits, and she dry humped me until she was breathless and spent, and my cock was so hard it hurt. Gently, I moved her off me. Sav rolled onto her side, her hand reaching back to catch mine.
“That was super hot,” she mumbled.
“Glad you liked it.” I leaned over to kiss her shoulder. I got off the bed, knowing I’d need only one or two strokes in the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” She watched me through half-closed eyes.
“Need to take care of something.”
“Come here.” She gestured me forward. She saw me hesitate. “Now, Ten.”
I moved. Sav leaned up and pulled my zipper down. My cock was in her hand and then in her mouth.
“Shit,” I hissed as her tongue stroked the underside of my cock. “Sav, you don’t need to—”
I almost swallowed my tongue when her teeth grazed the head lightly. Her hand pumped once, twice, three times as she sucked me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, I’m going to...” I tried to step back, but her other hand clamped on my ass cheek and pushed me closer. “Ohfuck...”
I was bent over her on the bed, one hand against the wall, holding myself up, as Savannah slipped me out of her mouth and lay back, grinning at me.
“Like I said,” she said smugly. “I think I might be good at being bossy.”
Chapter 35
Savannah
I woke up Monday morning, and my body was still aching in places it hadn’t ached before.
Dante had left yesterday evening, when it was darker with fewer people likely to see him. I want to say we made it out of my bedroom, but I would be lying. I even got food delivered to us.
He didn’t eat junk food. He reluctantly shared a chocolate bar, but his wrap was healthy, and even then, he inspected the contents as if it were sent to poison him. He’d asked for a side of chicken, not fried, not seasoned, just a plain chicken breast. And salad. Lots of salad.
I’d made a comment about it being offseason, and his reply was that there was no offseason for his food plan, which only reminded me howinvestedhe was in his future. He was twenty years old, and he was locked in for the years to come.
He’d texted Noah or Dustin, I wasn’t sure which one it was, but whatever they’d replied, he’d laughed, but it wasn’t sleazy. He never made me feel slutty. God knows he’d done enough to me to make me blush this morning, but I still felt... good.
We’d taken separate showers — there just wasn’t the space to do so together, and when we were fed and clean, we’d put on a movie. I couldn’t tell you what happened in it. It was background noise to what was happening in my bed.
I smiled in remembrance and then got out of bed and stretched. Nope, scratch that. I didn’t feel good, I felt fantastic.
I took longer in the shower, and when I was ready for my morning classes, I carefully took the trash out, trying not to count the used condoms. The man was a machine.
I practically skipped to my first class. I settled into my seat, checking my phone was on silent, and saw I had a text message from him.
QB10: Morning beautiful
Me: Morning handsome
QB10: Yeah, that’s cheesy, let’s not do that again
I grinned at the message.
