When she freed him, he knew he was in for it. She wasn’t letting him go easy. She was going to torture the hell out of him before she let him see or touch any of her glorious body.
Chapter 17
Taking The Lead
Savannah
Mike always took the lead. She let him. She’d always let him, since it felt right. Being the one in control, even for a few seconds, gave her a new, heady feeling that she enjoyed. The responses she evoked with a single touch were gratifying. It was odd how giving someone else pleasure could be just as good as receiving it.
He’d never truly told her what he wanted before. He just let her learn by experience. She hadn’t given commands either. He’d always known just what to do to make her come alive.
She closed her hand around his cock again, marveling at just how hard he was. He was like a damn rock though his jeans. She wanted to taste him, to put him in her mouth and turn the tables on him, to give him pleasure until he was the one begging her to stop. She’d never taken him all the way before, not like that.
The idea was exciting. It seemed illicit and wild, completely fitting with the fact that after an amazing five star dinner they were now in the backseat of his car like a couple of wild teenagers.
She tightened her hand around his cock a little more and he groaned. Instead of throwing back his head, Mike raised it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and slammed her into him. She half fell, half leaned against him, her breasts near his face.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he said thickly. He leaned forward and found her nipple right through her dress. The peak was already hard and straining through the fabric. The dress was strapless so she’d opted to go without a bra. She’d been self-conscious of her decision all evening but the feel of Mike’s warm, wet mouth suckling her through the fabric made her very glad she’d opted to go without.
He kept suckling and biting her gently until she saw stars and her breath was nothing but husky, raspy gasps. She couldn’t think about anything but how much she wanted him.
She freed her hands and leaned back carefully. Mike took the hint and pulled away. Even though it was dark there was no mistaking the wild look in his eyes. I do that to him. A wave of powerful longing swept through her veins. She got busy undoing his jeans. He got the hint and shifted around, helping her pull them down along with his boxers. He picked his square toed leather shoes off and she helped him, awkward as it was in the backseat, shed those damn jeans.
He was so damn hard, his cock stood straight up in the air. A rush of moisture soaked her panties. She throbbed for him, ached to take him inside of her.
Not yet. This wasn’t just all about her. It was about making him feel good too. She stared at his cock, shiny with droplets of his own desire and her mouth watered.
She settled herself over him and he got the memo. One hand tangled in her hair and he groaned as he guided her face downwards. She fitted her lips around the tip of his cock. Her tongue snaked out, swirled over him, lapped up the salty droplets. She could have purred with satisfaction at the moans that were torn from Mike’s throat.
She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her mouth, nearly to the back of her throat. She pulled back at the end, to keep from gagging. His hips bucked beneath her. She pulled back, letting him work her mouth. His hand was still fisted up in her hair and he guided her face gently. She let him show her, set the rhythm. She swirled her tongue over his shaft, swirled it over the tip, took him deep, suckled him until his entire body was rigid and straining under her.
This is what I wanted. It was exactly what she pictured. She couldn’t count how often he’d had her in the same position, panting, straining, begging for him.
By the time he uttered her name, she knew he was close to the brink. She kept up the rhythm, working him hard with her mouth. She didn’t need to move her hand there to pump him at the same time. She knew she could, but she didn’t. She pulled back, flicking her tongue along the sensitive tip.
“Savannah!” Mike dragged her face away, using a fistful of hair. He didn’t hurt her, he was gentle, even though he was absolutely as out of control as she had ever seen him before. “If you keep doing that, I can’t promise that I’m going to be able to stop myself…”
“Then don’t.”
He stared at her, his eyes wide and glistening in the darkness. “What? Come on, don’t even tease…”
“I’m not. I want you to finish like that.”
Mike let out a sound that sounded like her name as an oath and a promise and a plea all at the same time. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Now stop worrying and enjoy it.”
She lowered his mouth to his cock again. She worked him harder than before, took him deeper, right to the back of her throat. She gagged once and had to pull back, but Mike didn’t notice. His hips were bucking into her mouth wildly. It was like he was already gone, already lost. He was so very close… and then she reached up and cupped his balls with her hand.
She was rewarded with a movement that nearly gagged her a second time as his cock shot to the back of her mouth. He ground out a sound that wasn’t a word at all, just a half moan, half groan that filled up the car.
There had never been a time when she’d done it before, let him finish like that. She was a little afraid she’d choke and embarrass herself or that she’d find it gross. She shouldn’t have worried. The hot bursts in her mouth were salty and so much warmer than she thought, but it wasn’t gross and it was easy enough just to swallow and keep swallowing. It actually was a huge turn on. Her own body ached with such a violent intensity she wondered if she hadn’t actually climaxed as well.
When Mike pulled out, he was still hard. Tremors swept through his body long after he’d finished. His breathing never really did return to normal. She was at a loss, a little awkward, wondering what it was she was supposed to do after what they’d just done, but Mike solved that for her.
He fisted his hand in her hair once more and tugged her face to his. Right before she was about to protest, he slammed his lips on hers and swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself on her. Which was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced.
When he fumbled around at the side, it took her a second to realize he was reaching for his jeans, which probably had a condom in the pocket. So he was prepared for this. She could have been surprised, but she wasn’t. She knew, or at least she always hoped, this was how their nights alone would end.
“You don’t have to put a condom on,” she whispered as he broke away, frustrated with his inability to find his jeans.
“What?”
“I went to the doctor last week and had a IUD put in. It’s okay. I won’t get pregnant.”
“You were on the pill last time. I don’t think we should take chances.”
“Then pull out too. I just… I want to feel you inside. Just you. Not the condom.”
Mike groaned and she literally watched his cock twitch with excitement. She was at the point where she was ready to beg for him to take her and he hadn’t even really touched her at all. It was all what she had done, all his reaction and response, his taste and his scent and the rawness and the maleness of him.
She didn’t have to ask twice. In an instant, she was pressed back into the seat and the window. It was the most cramped, uncomfortable position she’d ever been in, but as Mike’s hard body covered hers, she couldn’t complain.
Chapter 18
To The Edge
Mike
Savannah was so very warm and pliable beneath him. He loved her body. He loved the sounds she made, her scent, the sweet, heady taste of her. She’d driven him to the brink, further than she’d ever taken him before. He felt as wild with need as he loomed over her, covering her sweet curves with his angular, rigid muscles, as he had when she had her mouth wrapped around his cock.
How was it possible to want her so much so soon?
He actually felt like if he wasn’t inside
of her he would go insane. Maybe he was there already. Rational thought wasn’t currently possible at the moment so he couldn’t even begin to evaluate…
Savannah rolled her hips under him, rocking right into his aching cock. He vibrated with the movement. He couldn’t keep himself still, couldn’t go gentle or return the favor she’d given him. It didn’t look like she wanted him to either, if the way her pelvis kept crashing into his was any indication.
He reached down, rucked her dress up around her hips and pushed those pretty red lace panties to the side. She was so wet, soaking wet. She’d soaked through her damn panties. With one swift movement he fitted the head of his cock right to her entrance. God, she was so tight and warm. He had to grind his teeth to keep himself from plunging right in and lasting for all of three pumps. How was it that she always did this to him? Surely the more he had her, the less he should want her? It was the exact opposite. The more they did this, the more his hunger for her grew. She was an appetite he would never truly sate.
“Mike, oh my god…” Savannah whimpered under him. She rocked her hips again and because she was entirely soaked, he slid in an inch. He barely resisted the urge to slam into her and keep slamming in, until they were both drenched in sweat and screaming each other’s names.
“Savannah, I can’t wait,” he panted. He was barely managing to keep himself from falling on top of her and crushing her at the moment.
“I need you. I don’t want you to wait.”
Oh god, she didn’t know what she was asking for. He felt like a beast about to be unleashed. Unleashed in a way she’d never experienced before.
When she lifted her hips and tucked one leg around his waist, digging her heel into his leg and then up towards his ass, it was clear that she was more than willing to go on the ride with him.
He plunged in with a single swift stroke. She was so tight, her body closing in around him. Her heel dug frantically into his leg as she rocked with him. He couldn’t control himself. He was rocking hard, uncontrolled, thrusting wildly, filling her up completely. She took him, stretched for him, bucked with him. Their hips ground together, bone on bone, slick sticky skin meeting skin.
He could actually scent her arousal, the scent of how fucking turned on she was and it did something to him. It drove him into a place he had never been before, a place of complete, utter abandon.
She was wild too, her ragged breath in his ear, her whimpers and moans filling up the car. They joined with the animal sounds dragged from his own throat. They lost themselves in each other, his frenzied thrusts and her frantic grinding.
When her climax took her, she screamed his name. Her nails scored his shoulders and his back. The tremors that rocked Savannah, the tight clench of her muscles clutching around him, it all sent him over the edge. He thrust harder, harder, before he remembered that he had to pull out. He did it quickly, spilling himself in hot bursts over her stomach. Luckily her dress was pulled up far enough out of the way that it was spared.
The air in the car was humid, steamy, the windows actually fogged up. He’d never done that before, never imagined he would, but with her, it seemed right. She was always right, always perfect, always beautiful to him.
“What- uh- what are we going to do now?”
He leaned up and stared at the wet strands streaking across her stomach. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He had nothing in the car at all and they were in the middle of nowhere.
“Uh…”
“It’s okay. I’ll just pull my dress over it. I’ll shower at your place and we can wash it there.”
“No. Here.” He dug around at the base of the seat and finally produced his boxers. “I don’t need these anyway.”
She laughed softly. “You know, I would tend to agree with that. I think it would be way hotter if you walked around without them on under your jeans. It might be a nice surprise for me one day.”
He groaned. “Careful. It’s pretty cramped back here and I imagine you could use a stretch as badly as I could. You’re not going to get one if you keep that kind of talk up.”
Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a challenge I might accept.”
He could have died. She really was trying to slay him with her sultry looks and her wicked desires. God, he loved it. He loved her.
“You know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. She was suddenly serious, her smile fading at his tone. “I’m really happy that you came back into my life. And I’m so blessed that we have a healthy, beautiful son. I’m never going to take any of this for granted. I want you to know that.”
This time, when her lips met his, the kiss was soft and gentle, tender and compassionate, but no less full of heat. He didn’t tell her that he loved her, but he didn’t need to. She already knew. She didn’t tell him either, but he sensed it, and that was so much more than he’d ever dared dream of.
Chapter 19
Alone
Mike
The scrape of his razor over freshly shaved skin was satisfying in a way that few things could be. He’d kept up a beard, mostly because he was too lazy to go through the ritual of shaving every single day, but he liked that it was gone. He did something he normally never would have considered and rubbed on the slightest amount of aftershave.
It was a special night. The first night that he would have Carter alone. Of course Savannah was dropping him off, but then she was leaving and he’d have his first run at being a dad, at least for a few hours.
He was just finishing up rinsing out his razor when the doorbell rang. The chimes echoed through the house and he froze. Savannah was early. By at least twenty minutes. Maybe she’s just excited. Or as anxious as he was.
Mike set the razor back in its position at the side of the sink. His heart started to hammer away, pounding a staccato rhythm in his chest. It didn’t matter how many times Savannah came over or how many times he saw his son. He still felt the same rush of adrenaline.
He almost ran to the front door. He managed to contain himself as he pulled it open, forcing himself to move slower, in an effort not to be so damn obvious. He was ready to greet Savannah when he looked up. His pounding heart stopped short in his chest. When it resumed beating, it slammed hard a couple times, painfully, cutting short his breath. He froze, hand on the half opened door.
It wasn’t Savannah at all on the doorstep. It was Christine. She stood there, an apparition from a past that refused to stay behind him, where it belonged.
“Christine,” he said thickly. “What are you doing here?”
“You never met with me the other night. I said I wanted closure and I’ve come to talk.”
“Not here. Not now.” All Mike could think about was Savannah arriving at the house and finding Christine there. She wouldn’t understand. It wouldn’t be a good scene. He could only imagine what Christine would do or say. Desperation and panic ripped through his bloodstream.
“You have to leave.”
“Not until we talk.” She made to step forward, but he closed the door behind him and stepped out, blocking her path.
“We could have talked last week. You never showed up to that restaurant. I waited for two hours.”
“You went? And waited?” She sounded a little taken aback. Her hair was curled, though he couldn’t remember a single time she’d worn it that way before. She’d put on a full face of makeup and though she was a beautiful woman, he couldn’t see any of it at the moment. God, had he ever truly appreciated it? Probably not.
“Of course I went. I told you that I would. You were the one who didn’t show up, so that tells me that you’re either playing games or you didn’t care enough to. I want you to leave.”
“So harsh, Mike. Really? You really want to stand there and talk to me like that after what you did?”
Mike took a deep breath and swallowed hard. That gleam he’d seen in Christine’s eyes back at the shop was back. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, what emotion lay just under the surface. Jealou
sy? Desperation? Whatever it was it was purely feral and it almost scared him. It was almost like she’d planned to be there, like she knew what time Savannah would arrive so that she could purposely cause a scene.
That was crazy wasn’t it? It would mean that she’d been watching the house. She knew Savannah came there on Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays regularly and had been for the past three weeks.
“Look, Christine. I’m sorry for the way I ended things, but it’s over. I can’t make that any clearer. Please, I need you to leave.”
He watched in amazement as Christine crossed her arms over her chest. She’d worn a red dress that was cut a little too short and a little too low. She had a killer body, which at the moment, he wished she’d take the hell off his doorstep. And keep it off there for good.
“You need me to leave? You’re the one who played me, Mike. You took advantage of me. You pretended that I meant something to you so that I would fuck you. You used me. You used me and you took from me. You took everything that I had. You made me feel something for you and it was all just a game to you. You used me up and you spat me out and the entire time you were thinking of her. Were you even ever faithful to me, Mike, or were you on and off with her? Or maybe you were just using up other people at the same time. Other women.”
“No,” he ground out. “You know that wasn’t the case.”
“Do I? What I do know is that your heart was never in it. You made me think it was, though. Until that night you were drunk and confessed you were still in love with her. And then it was what? A week later, or was it two, that you dumped me. You couldn’t have done that on the first date? Saved us both a whole lot of heartbreak and problems?”
“Look, Christine…” Mike reached up and ran a hand through his hair. It was freshly styled after the shower he’d had when he was done his shift at the shop. “I’m sorry. Alright? If that’s what you want to hear, or need to hear or whatever, I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
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