Chapter Twelve
Travis
I wake to a throbbing in my skull, regretting my life’s choices immensely. But I stumbled my way into Cole’s bed last night, so at least my back’s not fucked too.
Naturally, Cole is already gone when my phone alarm goes off. It’s still stuffed in the pocket of my jeans that I’d tossed on the floor. Groaning, I slide off the bed to retrieve it so I can shut the maddening sound off.
As the dregs of sleep wash away, I’m hit with a sense of dread. I think I confessed to Cole last night about what I’d done with Savvy.
What does he think about me?
Does he hate me?
And what about her? I’ve avoided her ever since.
I’m a shit human.
Talking to her—to both of them—is a must, but first, coffee. After throwing my jeans back on, I amble out of Cole’s room and past Savvy’s open door. She’s locked up in the bathroom. With memories of her naked and touching herself yesterday, my morning wood becomes almost painful. I rub at it through my jeans, hoping to calm it, as I head downstairs. The taste of alcohol is bitter on my tongue. I’m thankful I’d left my toothbrush and toothpaste by the kitchen sink.
The first sip of coffee, after cleaning my mouth, is delightful. It chases away the hangover almost immediately. Another cup along with a hearty breakfast and I’ll be good as new.
I hear creaking on the stairs and brace myself to see Savvy. Is she going to call me out for avoiding her yesterday? Worse, will she want a replay?
As much as my cock aches for the latter, I ignore it. I fucked up. Plain and simple. I need to make amends to her and to Cole for being a damn hypocrite.
She enters the kitchen and flinches when she sees me. I can’t help but drink in her appearance. Her wet hair has been brushed and hangs in front of her shoulders and she’s free of makeup. It’s her outfit that makes me groan.
It’s a dress.
A simple, fitted blue one that looks good on her. I salivate, though, because I know what she looks like beneath it. My hands ache to run my fingers over her flawless skin, memorizing every freckle and curve.
“Have fun last night?” she asks, voice icy.
I snort. “Drank too much.”
“You think? Your stumbling around woke me up.”
With a sigh, I pour her a cup of coffee and hand it to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Was she pretty?”
I nod, staring at her lips. When she shudders at my response, I realize I answered the wrong question. I thought she said, “Do I look pretty?”
“Wait,” I say with a grunt. “Who?”
She shakes her head in disgust. “Your hookup. Cole told me you have an app, and you were out getting laid.”
The hurt shining in her eyes is a punch to the gut. “I wasn’t hooking up, little S. I was getting fucked up. Big difference.”
“Liar.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I thought you liked what we did yesterday.”
I set my mug down on the counter before prowling over to her. She lifts her chin, facing off with me. Tenderly, I stroke my finger along her jaw, loving how she shivers at my touch.
“I loved it,” I murmur, voice gritty with desire. “Too much. It was wrong.”
She rolls her eyes and walks away from me without another word. Irritation burns through me. I follow after her, not done with our conversation. As she bounds up the stairs, I’m given a delicious flashing of her lacy pink panties.
Once she’s in her room, she sets the mug down on the end table. When she sees me standing in the doorway, she huffs. “What?”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Me?” Her tone is shrill. “We got off together, Travis. It was amazing. And then you treated me like I was a mistake.”
She was a mistake.
A sexy, wonderful one.
“Sav—”
“Doesn’t matter. At least I know someone around here actually wants me.”
I stiffen at her words. “You kissed Cole again?”
Irrational jealousy spikes through me. She can’t be serious.
She sits down on the edge of her bed, the material of her dress riding up her smooth thighs. “I was so hurt last night when I found out you were having sex with some rando.”
“I wasn’t having sex with anyone, dammit.”
Her eyebrows furl in confusion. “Really?”
I kneel down in front of her, taking both her hands in mine. “Really. I was screwed up in the head because of what I allowed to happen. I’m the adult. I should have walked away.”
She squeezes my hands. “We’re both consenting adults, Travis. You can’t shoulder the blame on your own.”
“I just…” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes as I attempt to articulate what I want to say. “I’m worried Cole is going to hate me. That you’ll regret what we did. That everything will change.”
She pulls her hands out of mine, leaving them to rest on her thighs, and cups my cheeks. “I have to tell you something.”
I start to move away but she doesn’t release my face. My heart begins to race as I dread what she might tell me. Something in her eyes hints that I’m going to hate it.
“Last night, I was upset and…” Her bottom lip wobbles. “I had sex with Cole.”
Is my brain still foggy from the alcohol because I could have sworn she said she fucked my best friend?
“Say what?” I murmur, voice gruff. “I thought you said—”
“I. Fucked. Cole.”
Her words are a slap to my face. They jar me so much so that I fall backwards onto my ass, gaping up at her in disbelief.
“Please don’t be mad,” she says, sliding off the bed and straddling my thighs. “Look at me, Travis. I’m sorry.”
“You slept with him because you were pissed at me for something I didn’t even do?” I ask, astonished. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
I grip her hips, ready to move her out of my lap, but then her mouth is on mine. At first, I don’t react, mostly shocked that she’d kiss me. However, when she makes a needy, desperate mewling sound, I forget, again, who the fuck I am.
I kiss the hell out of her.
Her supple lips are soft against mine and I ache to bite them until they’re swollen. She whimpers when I test her sensitivity, nipping at the bottom one. My hands slide from her hips to her thighs, and then under her dress. I’m eager to touch all the parts of her that she teased me with yesterday. When my palms reach the lacy material of her panties over her ass, I know I’m a goner.
There’s no stopping us now.
The need to have her—to also claim her like Cole did—is all I can think about.
“Did he lick your pussy?” I growl, squeezing her ass. “Or did you save that for me, little S?”
“You. I saved it for you.”
She cries out when I rise to my feet with her in my grip. I then lie her down on her bed, grinning as she lets her thighs part, showing me the wet spot on her panties.
“You’re turned on by this,” I accuse, unable to deny that I am too. “You get off on teasing me and Cole, don’t you? You want to be our dirty little girl.”
She nods and reaches down to touch herself, but I stop her with a smack to her inner thigh.
“Mine,” I growl. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
Her eyes darken as if she might argue, but then she gives up the fight when I kneel in front of her. I push her thighs apart, crudely and as far as they’ll go, before leaning forward to inhale her scent of arousal. Flicking out my tongue, I taste her over the lacy material, teasing the both of us.
“Oh,” she hisses, thighs squeezing my head. “Oh, God.”
I grip her knees, forcing them apart again. To punish her, I nip at her clit through her panties. “Bad girl.”
She shudders, either at the pain or the words. Either way, she’s in my trap and I’m not letting her go. I begin teasing her with my tongue along the material over her clit and then along the edge of her panties at her thighs. It makes her squirm, and I can’t help but grin with satisfaction.
“More,” she breathes. “I need more.”
I grab hold of her panties and slowly drag them down her thighs. She wriggles her legs out, eager to be free of them. I dip down, blowing cool air over her sensitive pussy.
“You smell so damn sinful,” I murmur. “I want to put my tongue inside you.”
She groans at my filthy words, spreading her thighs to give me access. Her pussy is red, no doubt still sore from losing her virginity. As I begin licking her in earnest, I notice she’s not hairless, but shaves. I’m hard as granite imagining her in the shower, spreading her pussy lips to get the razor in between the delicate folds.
For us?
Does she want her pussy to be smooth and tempting for her roommates who seem to have no self-control?
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue and then slide it into her pussy. The flesh is tight around my tongue, making my jaw muscles ache as I push it deeper inside her. With my nose buried against her clit, inhaling her sweet scent, and my tongue fucking her, the young vixen goes wild on the bed.
She thrashes and whimpers and cries out in pleasure.
It’s an assault of delicious wickedness.
Savvy is my willing captive.
I continue to fuck her hot body with my tongue, using my nose to stimulate her clit, until she’s trembling so hard her teeth chatter. My tongue slides out and I push a finger inside of her to replace it. I seek out her clit, needing to suck on it like a tart, addictive piece of candy.
She explodes with a flurry of moans and movements that make the bed quiver, the headboard rattling against the wall. I slide another finger into her tightness, needing to find her g-spot. I want to make her dizzy with pleasure—to replay this moment a thousand times in her head so she doesn’t forget how good it feels to be with me.
I know when I reach the spongy spot because she jolts and cries out in shock. My attack on her clit, alternating between sucking and nipping, coupled with my fingering her causes her to find her orgasm.
The detonation is like a bomb being dropped on the house.
Thick, juicy arousal coats my fingers as she shudders with her epic climax. I keep pleasuring her as I unbutton my jeans and shove down my boxers to free my cock.
“You,” she begs. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
“No.” She grabs onto my hair. “I need you inside me.”
I’d thought maybe I could be satisfied with eating her out, but now that I’m invested, I want more. I need more.
I pull my fingers out of her and then grab onto her hips. She shrieks when I yank her ass off the bed and onto my lap where I sit on my haunches. With one hand gripping my cock as I tease her opening, I meet her hooded gaze.
“Slide your needy pussy on my dick, little S. I got it nice and wet.”
She bites on her bottom lip, pupils blown with lust, and nods. I grunt in pleasure as she relaxes her body, letting gravity pull her down over my length.
I want to stare into her beautiful eyes, but she feels too damn good. My eyes clamp shut as I curse to keep from coming right out of the gate. Once she’s seated on my cock, she wraps her arms around my neck. I seek out any flesh within reach, sucking and biting, while bucking my hips upward.
Knowing she was a virgin only yesterday is a dizzying thought.
“You’re such a horny little girl,” I mutter as I push her back against the edge of the bed to give me access to her bouncy tits. “I bet the second you’re alone with Cole, you’re going to let him fuck you again.”
This should piss me off, but the way her pussy clenches, as though that turns her on, makes me crazy with the need to watch him do just that.
“Admit it, little S. Admit that you want to be our dirty little secret.”
She whimpers and nods. “So much. Oh!”
From this angle, she must be feeling really good, because she explodes without warning. Her scream is loud, and I wonder if Maggie will call the police.
Watching Savvy lose control as I fuck the fire out of her is enough that I give in to the immense pleasure. My cock throbs as cum rushes out of me. I try to pull out but her fingernails claw into my shoulder, keeping me right where she wants me.
I don’t put up much of a fight, giving in to the satisfying sensation of filling this girl up.
She makes me reckless.
Never once have I fucked without a condom.
But with Savvy?
All rules go out the damn window.
Everything changes with her.
Fucking everything.