Chapter 27 #2
“But it’s dark. And nighttime. And there’s really no point going back in there when you’re out here.”
“I feel like you’re constantly trying to convince me to let you be inconvenienced by me.” She sighs.
“Then maybe you’re not good at knowing what’s convenient. You’re leaving just as I was thinking of calling it a night and needed an excuse to abandon the freshmen to Darren.”
“Guys look out for each other at parties too?” she asks.
“I’m captain. If they get shitfaced and break a limb, I’m screwed.”
“Yet you’re still leaving?”
“They’re good guys and my Alternates have them.” God, I hope they do, but at the moment, I don’t think I could bring myself to go back. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“It wasn’t as terrible as it could have been. I spent most of it playing darts. My dad has a board in the office, so I’m not bad at it. Most guys don’t expect that, so it’s fun shocking them.”
“I’m sad I missed it.”
“Don’t be,” she assures me.
“Will your book have parties?”
“Probably.” She shrugs.
“We should go to a hockey one,” I suggest, excited at the prospect. “Way better than football.”
It takes about twenty minutes to get to her dorm, but I’m not ready to leave her. She kept her hand in her pocket the whole walk, so I haven’t touched her since my bedroom, days ago.
“Do you want to come in? I have coffee or hot chocolate, so you can warm up before heading home.” She’s flustered, and it’s cute, which shouldn’t make my dick twitch, but it does, even if I don’t think she’s actually offering a night cap. “Or I can drive you. And I have tea.”
“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.
“What do you want, Savannah?” I mean to ask it teasingly, but my voice is gruff, and the lust in her eyes makes her so beautiful it hurts. Not that she isn’t always, but there’s something so raw about her desire, and directed at me…
“I just…I need…”
“What do you need, Savannah?” I kiss the inside of her thigh, from her knee upwards.
“You,” she pants. “I want your mouth…on me.” Her voice wavers slightly, but her eyes are certain. She bites her bottom lip after she says it, so I capture her mouth in mine, savoring it, before I pull away and run my tongue down her slick folds.
Savannah gasps and arches her hips, offering herself up to me. I haven’t had this much fun making a woman come in…maybe ever. She’s so responsive, not with words, but her sounds let me know exactly what she wants.
Me.
And she’s drenched.
“This all for me?”
She nods like words are impossible, but then cries out as my tongue slips inside her and I feast. My hands rest on her knees, because she keeps trying to lock them around me, and while that wouldn’t be a bad way to go, I don’t want this to end prematurely.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Peaches.”
I’ve barely made it to Savannah’s bud when her breath comes in heavy. I suck on her clit, then bring my thumb to circle it while my mouth explores her sweet center. She moans my name, legs quivering as I lap up everything she gives me, then her eyes meet mine and she comes on my tongue.
I keep going while she rides the wave, soft moans turning into near sobs, then wipe my mouth on my forearm and take her for a kiss that feels charged.
It doesn’t hurt that as soon as she recovers, her arms are around me and she’s pulling me closer, legs around my waist, searching for friction or connection and I want to give it all to her.
She swallows, still slightly out of breath. “I’ve never felt…”
She doesn’t have to say it; I know. But she gets this concentrated look on her face.
“You enjoyed that.” It’s a statement, but her words are laced with questions. How? Why? Is something wrong with you?
“I could do that every day and twice on Sundays,” I tell her. “No joke, call me anytime and I’m yours.” She’s still contemplative, so I ask, “Your last boyfriend didn’t…do that?”
“He tried it once, but it just felt like such a disgusting inconvenience that we never did it again.”
“I promise, there is nothing disgusting about you, and the only inconvenience is that walking around naked is frowned upon.”
She laughs, but I’m not sure she believes me yet.
We make out a little more, but it’s getting late, and she probably wants to get to bed.
“I should head out,” I say, brushing the hair away from her face so I can look at her, but I make no effort to leave.
“I can drive you.” Savannah reaches for her jeans.
“It’s late, you should stay in. I’ll be fine,” I assure her.
“Walking in the dark with drunk drivers when you’re dressed in black sounds like a terrible idea.”
My coat has reflective strips, but I don’t point that out, because she’s nervously biting her bottom lip.
“You can stay here if you want. Or I can drive you home, but I don’t think I’d forgive myself if you got run over.”
I don’t have practice until ten, so there’s nothing stopping me really, other than the fact that sleepovers – without sex – feel a hell of a lot more like a relationship than a casual hookup.
“I can sleep in Anna’s bed. I’m sure she won’t mind as long as I change the sheets.” She’s nervous again, probably because she’d rather die than ask her roommate, and because she thinks sleeping in a bed with her is a deterrent, rather than a motivating factor for me taking her up on her offer.
“I think I can survive one night in bed with you,” I assure her with a wink, as if that lessens the fact that I’m about to climb into bed with an intense case of blue balls so I can hold her.
“We can build a pillow wall.”
“Are you worried?” I cock an eyebrow.
“I know you don’t do this, so I don’t want you to—”
“It’s fine, Savannah. We’re friends, right? It’s not like this will make you suddenly fall in love with me.”
Fear flashes on her face for the tiniest second before she recovers, and I wonder if I imagined it.
“Especially not if you snore,” she teases.
“Not that I’ve heard.” I’m making a joke, because my snoring has never been so bad it woke me up, but she’s taking it like an exit survey from every girl I’ve ever slept with.
She nods with a little smile, like she’s accepting it. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bottom drawer.”
I opt for boxers and my t-shirt, while Sav puts on a tank top with sleep shorts that barely cover her ass cheeks.
Her bed is a double, which is nice for a dorm, but not big enough for there to be much room between us. Sav hovers so close to the edge that I do the same on my side, as if we weren’t making out five minutes ago, and I wasn’t giving her orgasms just before that.
“Goodnight Savannah,” I say with a sigh, but I can practically hear her brain working.
“Goodnight Noah.”
I wake up to the sun streaming through a window and wonder why the fuck I left my blackout blinds open, but then I register the warm body pressed against me.
Savannah.
My arms are wrapped around her so she couldn’t get away even if she tried, full on spooning, but when I disturb her sleep, her response is to burrow closer into me and let out a contented sigh.
I breathe in and get a whiff of her shampoo, something minty, and have a moment where I want to stay here all day, but I have practice.
I carefully extract myself from the bed, and from her, pull on my jeans, then walk out carrying my boots and coat, to put them on in the hall.
I use the walk home to remind myself all the reasons I shouldn’t be leading her on, but they feel flimsy at best. Then I get a text from my mom, asking if I can watch Tatum while she brings Izzie to the dentist tomorrow afternoon, when I already have a study group and practice, and it’s the perfect reminder.