Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Savannah…
I lay awake in the dark for a long time, thinking about everything. Corbett wasn’t what I thought he was, but there was still so much about him that I didn’t understand. Still, after how he had cuddled me in the bath and talked through everything, I could only come to one conclusion.
He genuinely felt bad about what I guess we had dubbed “round two” from tonight, and that we had both so wildly misunderstood one another.
I could see it now that my act had become entirely too real to him, and that he genuinely had no clue that I wasn’t elite in any way, nor that I didn’t come from rich stock.
On the one hand, I was proud of myself that things got as far as they did before I’d given myself away. On the other hand, I was low-key afraid that he would start prying and out me to the rest of Savannah’s elite as a huckster and a fraud.
I hoped not.
I would keep his secrets if he would keep mine.
Yes, the second round had been super overwhelming and had left me wrapped around the proverbial axle, but I had to confess, I’d still enjoyed facets of it. Now that we had a better understanding, I didn’t feel so off-center or insecure.
No-strings-attached fun.
I’d never really done casual sex, but to get more of the utter damned ecstasy I’d felt on that dining room table, I was willing to give it a whirl.
You only live once, I thought to myself, and I sighed deeply.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” Corbett nuzzled behind my ear and kissed me lightly, the sensation sending a sweep of goose flesh down my arm and along my back.
“I have a lot to think about,” I murmured.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked, cuddling me closer, pulling me back into him.
“No,” I said, and I was a little surprised, but not that I meant it.
“Then what is there to think about so hard?” he asked.
“I’ve… I’ve never done casual sex before,” I confessed, and I blushed.
“Ah.” He sounded like he understood, then followed up with a curious, “Really?”
“Really.” I turned in his embrace to face him, tucking the arm toward the mattress between us, the other I laid over his trim waist.
He turned onto his back and pulled me in, so that I lay my head on his chest and shoulder, and slid his arm closest to me under me to hold me.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his beating heart, and it was his turn to sigh.
“How is it I’ve been the one to introduce you to so many things?” he asked, and I had to chuckle then.
“I guess I’ve lived a sheltered life,” I murmured.
“Intriguing.” He sounded thoughtful then, and I fully expected the prying to begin any moment.
Instead, he slid me off him onto my back and leaned over the top of me.
“They say practice makes perfect,” he whispered in my ear, and then his mouth was over mine, and this time, I could touch him.
I cradled his face between my hands as our lips met, and tongues danced, and he lay over the top of me, pressing his erection to the apex of my thighs, rubbing it against my pussy lips, but not penetrating.
No, he teased me, humping me in that way that made you want to scream and beg for him to put himself inside you.
I whimpered into his mouth. He unbuttoned his shirt that I wore, parting the material and moving the onslaught of his mouth to my right breast, kneading it with his hand, sucking on the tight little bud of my nipple, and grasping it between his teeth, pulling it away from me with a heat in his molten gaze that left no illusion that he could hurt me, and badly, but he was being kind.
That look stole my breath away and made my pussy clench with need.
I had no notion as to why I was the way I was, in that it turned me on so fucking much.
He moved to my other breast, giving it equal treatment, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair, and pushing him down my body.
I wanted that mouth on my clit. I wanted him inside me anyway that I could get.
Fingers, cock, tongue, I didn’t care as long as he made me feel good to the point that the thoughts sank into the oblivion of dark pleasure that he brought me.
Round three was no less intense than round one or round two, but he took his time more with arousing me – his hands exploring as much as his mouth, his lips leaving bits of fire in their wake.
He pressed them lightly to my skin, his breath warm and just as enticing, fogging the rest of my senses as much as my sense of touch.
I expected his hair to be stiff with gel, given how he had it slicked back, but it wasn’t.
Instead, he used some sort of pomade that left it feeling somewhere between velvet and silk.
Likewise, his beard was conditioned, which I found out when I gently grasped his face between my hands to drag his lips to mine.
Kissing him was unique.
I’d never kissed someone I had disliked so immensely before – and it was a strange sort of cognitive dissonance.
Like in the front of my head, I knew that I shouldn’t be so accommodating or even want to put my lips to his, but then there was the part of me that sank into the kiss gratefully.
A part of me that yearned for his hands on my skin and his body over mine, and to feel so…
I didn’t know what to call it.
Safe? It certainly felt good, but safe didn’t seem to be the right word at all.
It was another bit of cognitive dissonance.
I suppose thrilling was a better word. As though I played with fire, or that I sat in some big cat’s enclosure.
It was like petting a wolf, or having a bird of prey perched above me, talons digging ever so softly into tender flesh.
I was well aware he could hurt me. Maybe even that he wanted to hurt me – but deep down I knew I could trust that he wouldn’t.
Dangerous… it was a dangerous thrill being in Corbett Prescott’s bed, and even though it was exhilarating, it was also frightening and a myriad of other things, not all of them good.
Still, I felt like Eve tasting the poison fruit the way he kissed me, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just enough to let me feel the sharpness of his teeth, relenting only when I gasped.
I swear he sipped at the fear on that slight exhalation of breath, and in doing so seemed to draw a strength or resolve from it, his body overtaking mine, and pressing me back into the mattress and mound of pillows behind my head.
I felt the hard length of his body press against mine, velvet-wrapped iron, as he teased my pussy lips apart and slid up and down my sex, rubbing against my clit.
I moaned into his mouth, a begging, whimpering sound, and I was surprised to find that I positively ached for him to ride me, to put his length inside me, and to drive me into the softness beneath me.
I just wanted to touch him while he did it.
He tore his mouth from mine and reached into the bedside table to get a condom. I boldly played with my pussy, biting my bottom lip between my teeth as I watched him tear open the foil packet to roll the latex down his hard length – and my God did this man have a beautiful penis.
Seriously, it was a work of art the way it pulsed and throbbed against his stomach as he brought the rubber to its head, weeping precum at its tip.
He deftly rolled the condom down his length and made sure it was snug at its base before allowing himself to fall forward over the top of me; one hand bracing over my shoulder, the other guiding his thick cock to my entrance.
I moved my hand and rolled my hips up off the bed in offering to him, even as his mouth captured mine once again. It was almost too perfect the way his body met mine, and he slid into it.
I twined my arms around him, and my legs followed suit, wrapping around his narrow hips that fit more than perfectly between my own as he surged into me with a groan that tasted like excellence against my tongue.
He delved his arms beneath me and held me close as he worked himself in and out of me, rotating his hips just so as our mutual breaths deepened and dragged the passion from the hidden depths of our being. For the first time since entering into this arrangement, I felt a spark of real connection.
I held onto him and nurtured that spark into a lick of flame even as he licked along my bottom lip and kissed along my jaw.
I threw back my head with a throaty gasp and surrendered myself to his touch, my hands roaming over his warm skin in light strokes and butterfly touches, marveling at the feel of him against me.
He kissed my jaw and found his way behind my ear, breathing me in deeply, before attacking the sweet spot on the side of my neck with lips and teeth, in playful little nips that sent goosebumps cascading down the opposite side of my body.
He gave his hips a thrust and a sort of wiggle, and holy shit… “Oh, my God, there! Right there!” My voice was breathy, and thin, and I hardly recognized it.
He chuckled darkly against the side of my throat and pitched a rhythm that was pure, sweet torture in every way.
Exquisite, beautiful, and breathtaking was how my body responded to it.
I held onto him, almost half overwhelmed by the sensations, and all I could really do was surrender to them, to him, and let go – which for me?
Lord, was that hard to do, but I managed.
The reward for my surrender was the sweetest, sharpest pleasure that weighed down my womb and grew exponentially with his every deliberate movement.
He switched sides, and the burst of sensation from his lips meeting that sensitive spot on the side of my neck pushed me over the edge.
The light building inside of me thrusts me off the cliff and out over to the abyss.
I felt like I was falling, falling, falling, the waves of warm pleasure sweeping through me as the world fell away from around me and left bursts of color and fireworks going off against the inside of my eyelids, even as he cried out, moaning, as my body pulsed around his.