Luke
I didn’t have a clue what I was doing with Savannah. Bringing her back to my house was a huge mistake. I never brought girls here anymore. But last night had been amazing. Not just the sex, which was smoking. Last night, with Savannah in my arms, I had slept. I had relaxed for the first time in about four years, and I’d slept peacefully.
Since I didn’t use drugs, and I didn’t drink more than a beer or two anymore, I hadn’t been able to bury the stress I dealt with every day. Even if nothing happened to Nat, even if everything was all right at home, my sister freaked if she thought I was incapacitated. She’d crouched next to me on my bed last time I’d come home fucked up, and she cried and begged me not to drink.
Even I knew that alcohol wouldn’t solve my problems, but it was the only way I’d ever found to escape the stress, the anxiety, for just a short time. A few hours of not caring in a lifetime of caring too much.
I had planned to wait for Savannah to call me. I didn’t want to run her off, but I couldn’t risk her not calling. She’d said something about a one-night stand. I thought I might be more persuasive if I caught the beautiful woman in the afterglow of last night’s lovemaking. I grinned as I drove through the empty streets. I’d made the right call.
When I turned into my neighborhood, I tensed up and almost reconsidered. I was about to take Savannah to a garage for crying out loud. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so impulsive.
But Savannah must have felt me tense up, because she leaned her head against my shoulder and placed her hand right over my heart.
“I—” My voice failed me, and I tried again. “I should probably warn you that my room is a converted garage.”
“Like a mechanic’s garage or the garage attached to a house?”
“Attached to a house,” I said.
“Cool.”
“What if I’d said mechanic’s garage? Would you have asked me to take you home?”
“No,” she sighed into my shoulder. “It would probably have been kind of cool.”
She was probably right. Now I wished I had something interesting to show her. “I have a bed,” I said, only partly joking.
She snuggled closer. “I think that sounds way cool.”
I smiled and squeezed her leg. “This is me,” I said as I pulled into the driveway. My mother’s beat up Toyota sedan looked classy next to the craptastic rusty pick-up that belonged to that winner she’d brought home tonight.
Before I left, I made Natalie promise to lock her door and stay in her room. She was probably the only fifteen-year-old in Georgia with an exterior door with two bolt locks on her bedroom. When she turned thirteen, I realized that the flimsy hollow-core door she had on there wasn’t going to do her any good if one of my mother’s mistakes was determined to get in.
“You have two roommates?” she asked as we climbed out of the Expedition.
“Not exactly,” I said. “Come on inside.”
I led her to the side of the garage, and unlocked the door with my key. “After you,” I said, motioning for her to go inside.
“Oh!” She stopped just inside the door. “It’s amazing!”
My lips twisted into a smile. I wasn’t going to think about why it pleased me so much.
“It’s like a cottage,” she said.
I’d built it with Natalie in mind. At some point, my mother would take off with one guy or other, and I’d move inside. The mortgage was in my name, thanks to help from my boss. I had been paying the bills even when it was in my mother’s name. Natalie would be in college soon, and I wanted her to have a nice, safe place to live. I didn’t mind if she wanted to live in a dorm. I wanted as much “normal” for her as I could buy, but when she came home for the holidays or the summer, she would have a nice place to stay.
“Who did this?” Savannah asked, setting her bag down on the table.
I stepped the rest of the way in and shut the door behind us. “I did.”
“You can, er, build stuff?”
“It’s what I do.”
She walked over to one of the square columns that designated the opening of the bedroom space and ran her hand along the trim work. “I would love to be able to do this. Turn a garage into a charming little retreat like this.”
“The restroom’s over there.” I pointed. “And over by the table, I have a fridge. Would you like something to drink?”
“Diet Coke? Or water?”
“I have both.” I kept the Diet Coke because Natalie liked it, and if I left it in the kitchen my mother drank it all.
“Diet Coke then.”
I went over and snagged one, and a Dr. Pepper for me.
When I turned to walk back over, I saw that Savannah was sitting on my bed. I enjoyed the view of her there, even though she was fully clothed. I hadn’t had time to fully appreciate her tanned legs in that short skirt. I handed her the can of Diet, and then I stood for a moment, drinking in the sight of her.
She was watching me as I looked at her, and I tore my gaze from her legs to meet her eyes.
“You like?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her. I set my drink on the nightstand, and I eased her Diet Coke from her fingers and set it there. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I kicked off my boots as I climbed onto the bed, carefully placing my knees on either side of her. I looked down into her brown eyes. “Your luscious lips,” I said, kissing her gently on her bottom lip. “This feisty little nose ring that taunts me when I look at you.” I kissed the stud in her nose. “These cheeks that turn pink when I tell you how beautiful you are.” I kissed one cheek and then the other. “This wet hair that makes me picture you naked in your shower.” I kissed the top of her head.
Her eyes shone with desire, and gave up on my resolution to take it slow this time. She thrust her hips up into me.
“Are you trying to tell me I’m moving too slow?” I asked, thrusting back.
“We don’t have as much time tonight, do we?” she said, breathless from my attention.
“Sleep is overrated,” I told her. “Let me pleasure you first.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not exactly going to say no to that.”
“Good,” I grinned, and then I lowered myself onto her, careful to keep some of my weight off of her and I covered her mouth with mine. She opened immediately, and I thrust my tongue into the soft, moist heat to dance with hers. What blood I had left coursing through my veins rushed south, and I realized I was in danger of coming, just from the stroking of her tongue and the pressure of her against my groin.
“Oh, God,” she panted when I pulled away.
I scrambled out of the bed, pulling off my jeans before they caused my erection any permanent damage.
“Shirt too,” she said. “Please.”
I grinned under her hungry gaze. She liked my body. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
“Sit up,” I said. Then I tugged her shirt over her head without even unbuttoning it.
Her sapphire bra served up her breasts like it was made for me. Like they were made for me. I leaned down to spread kisses over the top of the brilliant blue fabric. She moved her hips again, and groaned, her frustration growing.
I unhooked her bra and pushed it aside. Then I gave myself a millisecond to take in their perfection. They were just right for her body. Not too small, but not big either. I started on the underside of her right breast and licked my way to the nipple. When I took her nipple in my mouth, I heard her cry out with such force that I was afraid I’d hurt her. Then I felt her trembling as she struggled to breath, and I realized she’d already come for me. It felt like a gift, and I wanted another. I suckled and licked and nipped at her breasts until I made her scream. I caught most of the scream in my mouth, kissing her deeply, my tongue halfway down her throat, moving slowly, rhythmically against her, still in my boxers, as she floated off the cliff a second time. She dug her nails into my back and clung to me.
Then she shoved me of
f of her, pushed me down onto my back on the mattress, and stripped away my boxers. “Don’t move,” she ordered, in a husky whisper, and then she took my dick in her mouth and I swear the thing grew another two inches.
“Savannah,” I groaned as she took more of me into her mouth. “You have to stop or I’m going to come.”
She stopped. Then she left my dick lonely and bereft and turned to me. “Why is that a bad thing, exactly?”
“I need to be inside you,” I said. Not want. Need. Because that was what was going on here. I needed her.
The corner of her mouth quirked. “Then give me a condom.”
I reached under the pillow where I’d put several before going to get her. As I did, she took Luke Jr. into her mouth again. I would never tell Savannah what I’d named it in fifth grade. “God damn,” I said.
After a few more glorious strokes, she held her hand out for the condom. I opened it and handed it to her. She placed it on the head of my cock and carefully rolled it down my shaft, leaving room at the tip for the impending release of my cum.
She smiled saucily at me as she stripped off her thong and then, leaving that hot mini skirt on, she climbed on me and lowered herself onto my penis.
As she took me fully inside, I grew even harder, her velvet core responding with heat and molten honey.
“Jesus, Savannah!” This woman was going to be the death of me.
She slowly raised up and then back down, a gentle rhythm that drove me completely out of my mind.
“Savannah,” I groaned. “I can’t. I have to. I need more.” I grabbed her hips and guided her to a harder, faster pace.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, and I was grateful that she liked this because I couldn’t stop for anything.
She leaned forward, her lips touching my chest and my neck, as I pounded harder and faster into her. I could not get enough of this woman. She rose up again, her breasts bucking with every thrust. I watched her face as she rode me, and I wanted her orgasm as much as I had to have mine.
She grew languid as her climax mounted, and I released her hips and tugged her down to me. “Hang on, Darlin’,” I said, and I rolled her over. Now I was on top, and she gazed up at me, her lids heavy with passion. I moved her legs further up and apart, and then I slid in and out of her, grinding my hips into hers, losing myself in her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and then ran her finger along my lips. I sucked her finger into my mouth. She smiled a sleepy smile and then ran that finger over one breast and then the other.
I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to stay inside her forever, but that wasn’t going to happen. I was running out of time, and I wanted her to come first, so I could watch her fall. I thrust deep, lowered my mouth to her nipple, and flicked it with my tongue. Then I sucked the nipple into my mouth and tried to hang on while she shouted, “Oh, God, Luke. Oh my God, Luke.”
As her body trembled around me, I raised up to thrust one, two, three more times, and I came undone so completely that I thought I might cry if she tried to leave my bed. I rode the euphoria and collapsed on her, my heart beating frantically, my breaths harsh, my body still shooting my seed as she clutched me tight within her.
“Luke,” she said.
I was crushing her. I had to get off of her. I struggled for control. “I’m hurting you?” I managed.
“No,” she stroked my back with her hand. “I was going to say that I love the feel of your weight on me.”
“You do? I’m too heavy.”
“I like it. It feels safe.”
I smiled into her shoulder. I was falling fast and hard for this girl. Maybe I could hope she was falling for me too.
I shifted to get off of her and dispose of the condom. She worked and went to school, the last thing she needed was for me to knock her up.
“No,” she said. “One more minute.”
I lay covering her until I knew we were headed for dangerous territory. Then I kissed her lips. “Be still. I need to be sure we’re safe.”
She nodded.
I reached down to keep the condom in place and pulled out of her.
“Be right back,” I said.
Chapter Four
Savannah
I felt so good. I ran my hand over my breasts as I waited for Luke to come back. I had almost missed out on that with my stubborn one-night-stand rule. My lips curved into a smile. I was so glad I hadn’t missed out on that mind-blowing experience. My brain was sluggish. My body too, and I didn’t care about anything except sleeping and then doing that again.
Luke came back and lay next to me. “I don’t want you to think I’m arrogant or anything, but it sounded like you liked that.”
I laughed as I realized how loud I must have been. “I’m sorry. How loud was I?” I remembered the cars outside and cringed. “Oh no. I forgot about your roommates. Did they hear me?”
He didn’t answer me, instead, he pulled me up against his chest and kissed me on the forehead.
“Oh my God, they did hear me!”
“Maybe,” he said, “but they’ll get over it.”
I covered my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” he said, his lips against mine. “I’m planning to make you scream again later.”
I smacked his shoulder, which was like a rock.
“Cuddle up here, and let’s take a nap,” he said.
“Luke,” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“Are you kidding, beautiful? You made me sound like a hero.”
He held me tighter.
I never wanted a hero, I thought to myself. I turned over and snuggled back into his chest, my rear end pressed up against his groin. “Wake me when you’re ready to make me scream.”
His chest moved as he laughed. “Oh, you’ll know,” he said, nudging against my rear end.
I drifted into sleep immediately.
Somewhere in the middle of a really yummy dream, I realized that it wasn’t a snake nudging against my buttocks. Luke, I realized. I was in Luke’s bed.
“Savannah,” he whispered, rubbing my breast with the rough skin of his hands. “Wake up. I’ve got something for you.”
I giggled at his cheesy line, but then he moved his hand lower, and my breath caught as his finger explored the path his penis has taken just hours ago.
I moved back against him and then eased off, and then back against him again.
He reached for my thigh, and raised my knee so he could enter me from behind.
He wasn’t moving fast enough, so I reached for him and pulled him toward me.
“Condom,” he said, and I heard him rip open the package.
“Hurry,” I urged.
“Darlin’, if you want fast, I’m your man.”
I laughed until he slid inside me, and then it wasn’t funny anymore.
He filled me so completely, like we were made for each other. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to make do with less again. He slid back out, and then in. Each stroke long and slow. I moaned, which I’d already noticed drove him a little crazy, and he responded by angling himself to go deeper and faster.
I wanted to turn over, to suck on his muscles as he stroked me, but I couldn’t move from the pleasure, and I knew we’d both reach oblivion in minutes. Maybe the next time, I told myself, and I moaned Luke’s name as the tension started to mount.
Luke
When Savannah’s alarm pierced the air, I didn’t freak as much as I had yesterday. I jumped a couple of inches though. I still hadn’t told her about my sister, or that we were giving her a ride to school. I should have managed that at some point last night.
Savannah bounded out of bed and ran over to the table where she’d dropped her bag. She fished in it for her phone and made the blaring stop. She wore nothing but her miniskirt. She didn’t flinch away from my gaze today. She walked over to me, phone in hand, breasts proudly on display.
“Please tell me you left
us some wiggle room this time,” I said, reaching for her and pulling her back into bed.
“It’s 6:45,” she said. “When do we need to leave?”
“Are you sore?” I asked. I didn’t know if I’d been too rough with her that third time.
“Not too bad,” she said. “But there’s something I want to do anyway.”
I was really, really hoping she didn’t mean go to breakfast.
She rolled up onto her knees and smiled down at me. “This is for you,” she said. “You can’t touch me. Just let me touch you.”
My body hardened. “I can’t make any promises,” I said.
She ran her hands over my left arm, and then she leaned down to run her tongue along the lines of my tattoo. She looked like she was worshiping my body, and for the first time, I was glad for the hard work I had been forced into. When she leaned over, her breasts hung down, enticing me to reach for them. “No,” she said.
Then she moved to my chest. When her hot mouth finally connected with my dick again, I knew we weren’t going to need all fifteen minutes on me. I relaxed, watching her hair as it glided along my skin, her lips as they sucked me firmly, teasing me with her tongue, and coaxing my seed from me. I threaded my hands through her hair and massaged her scalp as I came in a rush into her mouth.
I may not be in love with Savannah, yet, but I was in love with her body.
Savannah curled up against me, smiling at my post-coital helplessness.
“What time is it now?” I asked.
“Five after.”
I groaned. We really had to get moving, but I had learned a thing or two about this woman, and I was pretty sure five minutes of the right attention to her breasts, and focused assault on her center with my finger would leave her as satisfied as I was.
“We have five minutes,” I said. “Don’t make a sound.”
Then, I went in for the attack.
I was out of the shower, whistling like an idiot, and Savannah hadn’t managed to peel herself off my bed yet. “I can just leave you there if you want,” I teased. “I’ll be home around seven. There’s liquid, and some snacks here. You should be just about ready for me by then.”
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