Chapter 34 #2
“And you said no — very vehemently, I might add — then too.” I tugged at her sleep shorts to get her to stop.
“And he doesn’t let you call him John, so, you know, you’re not really the submissive type, and the more I thought about it, which was a harrowing experience for me, I decided you couldn’t have. ”
“You decided?” she asked me with an arched brow. “Because you think I’m not submissive?” She giggled, turning away, but not before I saw the amusement dancing in her eyes. “What? You can’t see me on my knees, palms up, and calling you sir?”
My mouth was suddenly dry. “Well, now I can,” I groaned, pulling her onto my lap, so that she straddled me. I looked up at her, seeing her smile, that she was still smiling after all the shit I’d laid at her door in the last twenty-four hours.
Sav ran her hand through my hair, gripping it lightly. “I think I have a dominatrix side,” she whispered playfully, leaning down, her lips close to mine. “I could be bossy, and have you on your knees—”
“I’m already on my knees for you, Sav.”
Heat lit up her eyes, and she bit her bottom lip as I moved her hips closer, until she was resting right over my cock.
“And you said your sister was the popular one,” she mumbled, her back arching as I ran my hands up and over her smooth skin.
“She is,” I told her, pushing her shirt up. My mouth caught her nipple, sucking gently. “I never said I didn’t have skills, though.”
Savannah gave a breathless gasp when I bit her gently, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Definitely got skills,” she mumbled.
Her hips moved slightly, and my hands dropped to them instinctively, strong and sure against her. Her eyes stayed locked on mine — serious, steady, like she was waiting for me to make the first move.
“Tell me how this works, Dante,” she whispered, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Because we’re doing this — it makes so much sense and feels so right. But it can’t just be . . . heat and this. There will be repercussions.”
She was asking me for something real.
My jaw flexed, and I almost made a joke, but I didn’t.
She was worried we’d cause more of a stir than we already were.
I had eyes on me, and in her own way, so did Sav.
Coach Sutherland would not appreciate the way she spoke to him.
Her father had already warned her against me. This was bigger than us.
“We could keep it contained for now. Private. Your father doesn’t find out, the team doesn’t find out. Except Noah and Dustin. You meet me when we say. No one else needs to know.”
Her breathing stuttered, but she held my gaze. “And the tutoring?”
I smirked — I couldn’t help it. “You keep handing me those reading lists, and I’ll keep pretending I need them. That’s the cover.”
She dragged her thumb along my jaw, tipping my head back to look at her fully. “No games between us.”
“No games,” I agreed quietly. My hand came up to cup her breast, my thumb circling her nipple. “But don’t ask me to stay away from you, Sav. We both know I won’t.”
She leaned closer, our foreheads almost brushing. “Then it’s simple. No one else knows. We keep our secrets. And we figure out the rest as we go.”
My hands slid up her back, holding her tighter. “Deal.” My hips rocked up into her. “Tell me more about this ‘bossing me around’ shit.”
She tipped her head back and laughed, and the sound of her laughter was a soothing balm to my damaged soul. Sav looked down at me in amusement. “Hmm . . . it’s me giving you direction.”
Her hips rolled over me gently. “Yeah?” I kissed her. “Show me.”
She shook her head slightly. “You do not do well doing what you’re told,” she mocked playfully.
“I need to learn,” I told her, lifting my hips and pulling her down over me. “I need this direction. I get lost easily.”
She leaned forward, nipping at my earlobe. “You’re full of shit, Dante Spence.”
I grinned up at her. “You have no idea, sweetheart. Now tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Again?” She suddenly looked unsure. “For real?”
My hips stilled their rocking. “You sore?”
“A little.” She blushed, and it was fucking adorable. “You’re, you know . . .”
“Bigger than you’re used to?” I couldn’t help the grin or the laughter when she punched my shoulder.
“Your ego is ridiculous,” she said as she moved backward to slide off my lap, then squealing with laughter when I caught her and pulled her back onto me.
“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. “Oh fuck . . .”
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.”