Chapter Twenty-Four #2
His muscles bunched tight with fury. He’d never been this angry in his life, and that was saying something considering he had to deal with his mother and sister.
He was tempted to climb back in his vehicle and leave her here.
But he’d worry all night if he didn’t see her home safely because, despite her rejection, he still cared.
“Savannah…”
Her eyes were stricken, terrified. She was shaking and seemed to have trouble catching her breath. “I-I… Stratos…”
While her fear was understandable, it was so unnecessary, it infuriated him further. All she had to do was accept the flekking vehicle!
With more gentleness than she deserved, he grasped her arm. “Come on. Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”
And then she fell against him, clinging to him, and burst into tears. For a second, he was too stunned to react, but then his arms came around her. What else could he do? Whatever she needed, he would give.
He held her tight, one arm around her back, the other hand in her hair, which had come undone from its twist due to the wind, which whipped up her skirt, baring her ass to anyone who might happen by.
“Let’s get you in the vehicle.” He picked her up and settled her on the seat and got in on the opposite side.
“Home,” he ordered. The hatch closed, and the vehicle took off.
Cursing himself for a fool, he scooped her onto his lap. She buried her face against his neck, her tears dampening his skin. He smoothed his hand over her in slow strokes. Gradually, the shaking and sobbing slowed and then stopped.
“Thank god you found me. I was nervous to begin with, and when I got to the alley, I had a panic attack. I felt like I was going to die,” she said on a shuddering sigh.
He had to say it. “Why the flek didn’t you take the vehicle?”
“It didn’t come.”
“What?”
“I went outside at 6:05. I waited until 6:20, and then I had the night guard check on it, and whoever he called said no vehicle had been ordered for me—or for you.”
“That can’t be right.”
“That’s what he said.”
“I’m not doubting you; I just can’t figure out what happened. I’ll look into it. Tomorrow, you will have a vehicle.”
“I had the guard try to reach you, but I guess you didn’t go back to your office after the meeting with your mother.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Yes, it is.” He’d promised there would be a vehicle, and there wasn’t. Whatever had happened, the ultimate responsibility rested with him.
She shook her head. “What freaked me out was the vehicle not being there paralleled the dream.” She buried her damp face against his neck again. “Hold me.”
“I am.” He shifted her a little. Keeping an arm around her, he caressed her with calming strokes, over back and thigh. Her nearness, the awareness her naked pussy was so close, started to get him hard, but he kept his touch soothing, nonsexual.
“Don’t let me go.”
“I won’t.” She referred to the moment, but he didn’t ever want to let her go. He had to convince her to stay on Oberia. The best life he could envision would be spending his days designing—then coming home to her.
I love her.
He could spend the rest of his life like this—holding, caressing, flekking. A lot of flekking. He shifted on the seat to hide his arousal. She’d been traumatized; sex would be the last thing on her mind. She did not need his hard-on poking at her.
The vehicle landed, but she didn’t appear to notice, and rather than break the closeness by hustling her inside, he continued to caress her, this time slipping his hand under her hiked-up skirt to massage her thigh and buttock.
He cupped her ass cheek. The slacks she normally wore hugged her sexy ass, but could anything beat having her naked under her skirt all day?
Having her naked in my bed all night.
She raised her face and brushed her lips to his.
“Thank you for rescuing me.” Her sweet breath caressed his face, and he had to tamp down the urge to crush her mouth under a hard kiss.
“You have tremendous responsibilities,” she said.
More than she knew—more than he’d been aware of until meeting with the investigators. “I’ve caused you a lot of trouble.”
“Not so much, and you’re the kind of trouble I like.” He cupped her cheek under her hair.
“You’re my favorite kind of trouble, too.” She leaned in with another soft kiss, but this time touched the seam of his lips with her tongue. With a groan, he surrendered to the imperative to plunder her mouth.
Her breathy moan sent a heated thrill coursing through him. “I need you tonight,” she whispered.
“Whatever you need is yours.” Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.
“Taking my panties was diabolical. All I could think about all day was how much I needed you to fuck me.”
“If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working,” he said.
She straddled him, pressing against his raging hard-on. “I need you to fill me up.”
“Let’s go inside,” he said hoarsely.
“No, right here.” She undid his pants and freed his erection.
Without preamble, she lowered herself onto his cock, wincing as his girth stretched her passage.
His breath caught in his throat at the exquisite squeeze of her wet, tight pussy, but her whimpers indicated she wasn’t quite ready yet to take him.
“Easy, slow, no rush.” He shook from the compulsion to drive into her.
“Yes, there is.” Rising up on her knees, she withdrew then slammed down on his cock, driving him deep into her. She arched and hissed. “Yes! Oh, yes.”
Her pussy was so flekking tight, he thought he’d lose his mind. His balls had drawn up, and tiny contractions were rippling through his cock, but he had to hold off. He prayed he could.
She raised and lowered herself on his shaft, picking up speed and force.
His hips thrust upward, but he let her set the pace and intensity.
When he pinched her clit, applying pressure so that his shaft rubbed the pearl, the sweetest most erotic cry erupted from her throat.
He maintained the pressure, exposing the nubbin to their thrusts.
She was drenched in her own wetness now.
“That’s it, Savannah. Take what you need,” he growled. “Take my cock. Take it. Don’t hold back.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, and her lips, still swollen from yesterday, parted.
She had the perfect mouth for kissing and sucking cock.
He’d never forget how beautiful she’d looked with her full lips locked around his shaft as he thrust into her mouth.
Her eyes had widened with surprise when he shot copious amounts of cum down her throat, but she clamped her lips tighter around his shaft and swallowed every drop—and then licked him clean, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing him to hardness once more so that she gave him no choice but to flek her mouth again.
And then, he’d failed to provide a vehicle for her as promised. He’d failed to protect her.
She rode his cock, eyes squeezed shut, breasts bouncing, nipples jutting against her dress. He grabbed the front and ripped the fabric to her waist and then tore the lacy bra so he could capture a hard tip in his mouth. He sucked it bright red and pebble-hard.
“Ah! Ah! Good…good…oh god.” She arched.
Her uninhibited response undermined his control, but he couldn’t take his pleasure until she claimed hers. Hold it. Hold it.
He bit her nipple while laving with his tongue.
Her face contorted. “I’m…going to…oh god...”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me; scream for me.” He tugged on her nipple and pinched her clit hard, and she let out a keening cry, her body shuddering, her walls squeezing his cock in rhythmic contractions.
His orgasm hit like an explosion, shattering mind and body, shattering any notion he could ever let her go. His head fell back, and he clenched his teeth, as he thrust into her, spilling his seed, releasing the essence of his soul, giving her everything he had.