Chapter 1 #3
John opens the door, but doesn’t walk in.
He pulls me into another kiss on this side of the threshold.
It’s softer, sweeter, and more inviting.
It draws on something buried so deep, I’ve never felt something like it before.
It’s warm and bright, intimate and familiar, and I never want it to end.
I can’t hide the soft pout when he puts a small space between us.
His lips have a slight red tint to them from my lipstick.
God, please tell me it’s not smudged across my face, I beg quietly, using my thumb and index finger to wipe the edge of my lips.
They come back clean, and I offer a silent word of thanks, meeting his stare again.
“Are you sure about this, Savvy? I don’t—We don’t have—”
“John.” The sound of his name brings a halt to his rambling. “Stop talking.”
Blue eyes darken again before he does just that.
He captures my lips in a kiss that silences any second thoughts either of us might have as we step over the threshold.
Warm hands slide down my back and palm my ass, and a soft squeal escapes me when he lifts my feet off the ground.
Shrugging out of my jacket, I let it fall in a heap on the floor before I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug, pulling it over my head.
His eyes drop from mine to my newly exposed skin, drinking in every inch.
His throat bobs as he swallows before lifting his gaze back to mine.
“You are beautiful, Sav.”
The way he says it…I know he means it and not just because he’s trying to seduce me.
The soft look in his eyes tells me he genuinely thinks so.
If we’re supposed to walk away after tonight, he’s going to have to stop saying and doing things like this.
What would someone say who was trying to keep it… casual?
“You have too many clothes on.”
Good. Well done, Savannah. That wasn’t a dead giveaway to your anxiety at all.
John breathes out a soft chuckle, and his brow raises knowingly before my back hits the mattress.
His hand reaches behind to the nape of his neck and pulls the fabric over his head in one swift motion.
Holy shit. My eyes travel the planes of his bare chest, and I’m almost certain I’ve never seen anything more magnificent.
How is this man real? I reach my hand out to touch him, tracing the dusted freckles on his shoulders and the single tattoo on his right side—a cross made up of three thick railroad spikes.
It’s the kind of tattoo that you know bears a heavy weight and meaning behind it, a story that feels too intimate to ask about for a one-time thing.
I feel like I should be nervous right now, half naked in front of this beautiful man (if that’s even the right way to describe him), but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman on the planet.
And for now, that’s more than enough—it’s more than I ever felt with Conner, and certainly more than my other ex, Jaxon.
The warm skin contracts beneath my fingertips, a sharp inhale as my hands travel farther down his stomach, and the ache between my legs grows.
He takes my hand in his when I reach the waistband of his jeans, bringing each one of my fingertips to his lips, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
A tingle radiates from each finger down my arm, and my body begins to vibrate with anticipation.
John leans down to press a hard kiss on my lips before his mouth trails down my jaw.
His tongue caresses the skin, dipping into the joint of my collarbone.
“John,” I gasp when he softly nibbles the skin, setting my nerves on fire.
The flames spread with every kiss, bite, and lick, moving down my chest until he reaches the valley between my breasts.
John brings my nipple to his mouth, capturing it through the fabric of my bra, and my spine arches, pushing further into the feeling of him.
His hand cups my left breast, kneading the flesh through the black lace, before he tugs down the fabric and takes the hardened peak into his mouth.
His tongue swirls around it, sucking greedily.
With a simple flick of his fingers, the button of my jeans comes undone, and I don’t know whether to be impressed or intimidated. It shouldn’t have been that easy, right?
He peels the denim from my thighs, shoving it down my legs until I’m left in only my underwear.
A soft curse under his breath. His eyes shine with hunger when he looks up at me.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he rasps, one of his hands coming to graze my core, a thin layer of wet fabric the only thing between his fingers and me.
“Tease.” A breathy chuckle turns into a moan as two of his fingers push the fabric aside, slipping between my folds.
“What was that?” He licks his lips, gaze lingering on my body.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I say, and he slides another finger inside me.
The pad of his thumb finds my clit, circling the swollen bud, and heat pools in my belly, a coil already begging to be released.
I feel so full with just his fingers, but something tells me nothing will compare to having his cock inside me.
John brings his lips to my exposed nipple again, sucking the peak into his mouth.
The mixture of teeth and tongue alongside the steady rhythm of his fingers sends me soaring, and I can feel my arousal coat the insides of my thighs.
I audibly gasp when he bites down on my nipple, and the sensation pushes me closer to the edge of my orgasm.
I’ve never been one to associate pain and pleasure—or maybe it’s because I’ve never considered it before—but the next time he bites down on the already sensitive bud, my back arches and I cry out from release.
A hum of satisfaction fills the air, and I open my eyes to find him sitting back on his haunches, sucking on his fingers.
The sight alone is almost enough to make me come again.
Why is that so fucking hot? John’s eyes roll back in pleasure before he opens them to meet my gaze, and anticipation prickles beneath my skin. “You taste even better than I thought.”
My teeth rake over my bottom lip, and I sit up on my elbows. John leans down to kiss me, brushing the hair off my face. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open to him—tongues tangled together in a desperate and eager embrace.
He parts from me too soon, stepping off the bed to undo the buttons of his jeans.
Even from here, I can tell his body is…firm.
Masculine. Like he’s dedicated hours at the gym and only ever eaten the right foods, curating a body he can be proud of.
Oh no, I hope he’s not one of those crazy juice heads…
No, stop, Savannah. You’re never going to see him again. So, what if he is? That’s not your concern.
As he shoves denim, along with his underwear, down his legs, I can’t take my eyes off the sharp pair of lines that lead from his hips down to his now fully exposed groin. His cock is huge, maybe the biggest I’ve ever seen. Long and impossibly thick—how in the hell is that going to fit inside me?
There’s no time to ponder it, because when I draw my gaze back up to his, the look in his eyes makes my heart beat rapidly inside my chest. A hurricane of hunger…
desire…want…need swirls in his cerulean eyes.
I meet him at the edge of the bed, reaching to unclasp my bra and rid myself of my underwear.
John cups my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
I sigh against his mouth, and he guides me back onto the bed.
A newfound sense of urgency flares between us.
“Shit, just look at you.” John sighs, staring down at my figure, and my breath hitches when the head of his cock brushes against my center. My eyes snap shut when he rubs against my clit. “So wet, so needy. Just for me. Look at me, Sweetheart.”
I meet his gaze, and he leans forward to capture my lips as he pushes inside me. I moan against his mouth, adjusting to the sudden fullness of him. He rocks forward, and I realize he’s not even fully inside yet. Holy shit, there’s no way he’ll fit.
“You can take it, Sav,” he says with such certainty that it quells some of my nerves. “It’ll fit, I promise.”
I nod fervently, still not sure if I believe it.
“Relax, baby. I got you,” he whispers, and rocks his hips, sliding in further inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me.
There’s a moment of stillness when he lets me adjust before he begins to move again.
He pulls out almost completely and pushes back in, filling me to the hilt at a delectably slow pace.
Soft moans of his own fill the space between us, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve heard.
Rough hands grip the flesh of my thigh, hitching it higher on his side, and he begins to roll his hips a little faster.
“Fuck,” he hisses, looking down where our bodies are connected as one.
He watches as he slams in and out of me, slick arousal coating his cock every time.
“You’re so fucking wet, so warm…You feel so good, baby. ”
My head falls back against the mattress, eyes shut, listening to the chorus of sounds that fill the room—sounds of wet skin mixed with soft moans of pleasure—as pure ecstasy fills my veins.
The unrestrained sounds that fall from his lips—sounds that he’s making for me, because of me—only beg the coil deep in my core to tighten further.
“You take me so fucking good, Sav. Like you were made for me.” The words pull a whimper from me.
Neither of my exes was ever very vocal in the bedroom, and truth be told, neither was I, but this open dialogue, hearing these words of praise…
I never realized it’s something I’d been missing in these intimate moments before.
His forehead falls against mine, but his fingers still dig into the skin of my thigh with bruising force.
My nails rake down his forearms and his back, digging into the flesh.
I grasp for anything I can hold on to as he rolls into me.
His lips find the small space between my neck and collarbone again, and my fingers trail down between us, circling my swollen clit.
His name comes out of me in a strangled cry as the waves of ecstasy crest and my body seizes beneath him in what might be the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he whispers in my ear when I try to release the swollen bundle of nerves. “Keep going.”
Whimpering, I force my hand back between us, continuing to move my fingers in slow circles around my clit as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.
With only a few pumps, John groans as he comes, and I can feel the warmth of his cum inside me.
The sensation is almost too intense, but he holds me in place so I can’t writhe away from him as he finishes, continuing to fuck me through his orgasm.
We had been so caught up in the moment, I hadn’t even thought to ask him if he had a condom, and right now I can’t bring myself to care…
His lips find mine in a sweet kiss. I relish in the soft tickle of his breath as he takes his time, exploring my mouth, our tongues moving in a languid dance.
No pressure, no rush, just enjoying being tangled in each other.
Gently, he pulls out of me, dropping onto his back and pulling me into his side.
Eyes closed, he takes three slow, deep breaths, letting his chest rise and fall with each one.
His fingers trace along the center of my back, sending a shiver down my spine.
My thumb skates across his jaw and his lips before a smile lifts the corner of his mouth. There’s still a slight red tint to them from my lipstick. When I look up, I meet his soft gaze, and he smiles. “What do you think? Is this my color?”
“Oh, definitely.” I laugh, mirroring the soft rumble in his chest beneath me.
This was supposed to be a one-time thing, yet it feels the opposite. Every passing moment I’m in his arms, it feels like it’s only just the beginning of something bigger.