Savannah
Five minutes later, I’m strapping on the helmet as Fritz gives me directions. Ugh, I guess I should be paying attention, but my mind wanders. It’s hard not to. He’s covered from head to toe, but he’s wearing a leather jacket over his old Green Day shirt. But those jeans…damn. So fucking sexy. They are worn in all the right places, and cup him in just the right way.
You know what I mean, right? Like, the twig and berries. Okay, that wasn’t a good euphemism because no one would call what he’s packing a twig. Even with my very limited experience with that particular appendage, I know he’s above average in size.
I’ll stop talking about it now because this has gotten beyond awkward, am I right?
He snaps his fingers in my face, and I blink.
“What the fuck,” I say, frowning at him.
“You weren’t paying attention to me.”
“Yeah I was.”
“What did I just say?”
“You said ‘You weren’t paying attention to me’.”
He rolls his eyes, then slips on his helmet. “I said to lean with me when we turn. Your instinct will tell you to lean away, but when we’re turning, I need you with me to keep the bike steady, okay?”
I nod and give him a thumbs up. I slip on my sunglasses and wait for him to get on his bike. He lifts his leg up and over the motorcycle. As he settles in the seat, my mouth dries up. Damn, that was sexy. How had I not noticed that before? Something about commanding a large machine makes a guy irresistible. I never understood why women would watch a show about a motorcycle gang, but I’m starting to figure it out. If Fritz had been on the show, I would have tuned in each week.
He turns to look at me. “Your turn. Just lift your leg over the seat and slide in behind me.”
I study the seat.
“Come on, Savannah. Would I do anything that would hurt you?”
I bite my lip, then step forward, placing my hand on his shoulder for balance. I lift my leg up and over the seat, settling in behind him. I sigh with relief.
“Now, slip your hands around my waist. Since this is your first time, you need to make sure to hold on.”
I do as he says as he revs up the engine. The vibrations permeate my body. Oh Jesus. I am already turned on, but now we are adding a massive pulsing thing to my situation. God. If he wasn’t enough, the machine we’re sitting on has my vagina tingling. I’m going to be embarrassingly wet by the time we get back home.
“Hold on,” Fritz says, “And just enjoy the ride. I got ya, so you don’t need to worry.”
I tighten my hold as we take off from the driveway, but as he takes 1604, I start to relax and enjoy the ride. Even though I have my helmet on, my long hair is whipping around in the wind. The day is gorgeous, one of those few perfect days we have left before the heat of summer hits us.
He takes an exit for one of the state roads. Along the way, I enjoy the picturesque views of small towns and Texas wildflowers. I can’t remember the last time I just…lived. Just took the time to smell those damned flowers.
We stop at a Whataburger somewhere along the way, talking about nothing important. I love the fact that he never expects me to behave like a “girl.” I’m not masculine, but I never seem to want to talk about what other women do. Clubbing, parties…wait…do women talk about that stuff? I guess it was mainly the girls I knew when I lived in San Francisco.
“What’s going on in your head?”
I look over at him as he dips a fry in ketchup.
“Just that I’m not like other women. I don’t fit in with them.”
“You do.”
“No, they all squeal and do weird things.”
“You fit in with Allison and EJ. And my sisters both loved you.”
That makes me happy for some reason. “Yeah?”
He nods, his eyes dancing. “Avery wants to follow in your footsteps.”
“What? She wants to be in her late twenties with no job, fired from the family business and be a…”
I let my voice drift off because I almost told him I was a virgin. DAMMIT. Did you catch that? I ALMOST TOLD HIM I HAVE NEVER HAD A MAN BETWIXT MY LEGS.
Also, why am I talking like an Austen heroine? Probably because they were all virgins too, right?
“Whoa, what is going on in your head now?”
I focus on him again. “Sorry,” I mumble.
“No. Be a what?”
“What?”
Listen, I know what he’s asking, but I can’t blurt that kind of thing out. I’m not ashamed that I am a virgin at almost thirty. It just never worked out. Also, I don’t want to throw that at him while we’re sitting at a Whataburger…because, yeah, that’s weird.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you off the hook.”
“Sorry, my brain has been insane the last few days.”
“That’s different than it is normally? I mean, you did threaten Harry with one of your knives—and I remember you showed him just how sharp you kept them all.”
“First, as a chef, I know how important sharpened knives are. Most accidents can be avoided if people would tend to their knives.”
“Yeah, you explained that while you were threatening him.”
“Second, he reached for my red velvet cupcake that Ed brought me for my birthday last year. Oh, damn,” I start counting up the days and breathe a sigh of relief.
“What now?” he asks with a laugh.
“I was worried Ed would miss my birthday.”
“I’m sure he was worried about that too.”
I frown. “I want my red velvet cupcake.”
“Tell you what. If something happens and he can’t make it, I will make sure you have one.”
That is such a Fritz kind of thing to say. As much of a manwhore as he is, he does take care of the women in his life.
“Not the same.”
“What?”
“It’s not an Ed cupcake if Ed’s not here.”
“You’re rude.”
I laugh. “Tito said that was a good attribute for a chef.”
The moment it hits me, my smile fades. I hate that this is hanging over my head right now, ruining our day.
“Hey, are you done?” Fritz asks.
I nod and he grabs our tray full of trash and heads over to get rid of it.
“I guess we should head back home.”
I nod again as I follow him out of the restaurant. It only takes about thirty minutes to get home and, while I’m no longer sad, I feel like I’m in a funk. Why did I have to mention Tito? It’s not anything I should worry about. Not right now. I should just push it all aside. I go back to my office and find the photo books again. I push them off the couch and sit down. McLovin jumps into my lap. I stroke my hand down his back and enjoy the little engine of his purrs.
“Want anything to drink?” Fritz calls out from the kitchen.
“No thanks.” I listen to his footsteps as he comes to join me in the office.
He takes a seat next to me on the couch, drawing a hiss from McLovin.
“So, what’s the plan?”
I look at him. What am I going to do about this attraction to him?
“For what?”
“For what is going on with your parents. Your family.”
I think on it for a second, raising my gaze to his. He keeps his attention on me as he takes a long pull from his beer bottle.
I sigh. “Not sure.” It was nice to pretend I didn’t have anything going on in my life. That I was just a girl who went on a bike ride with her crush.
I look away, trying to keep my thoughts to myself. I don’t need him thinking I’m getting feelings for him. The virgin falling for the manwhore? Embarrassing AF.
But this is my life, which is kind of fucked up on a good day. After what happened last week? Yeah, I could try to sell my story to a telenovela, but they would probably say it was too weird even for them.
Fritz slips his finger beneath my chin and gently forces me to look at him.
God, he’s pretty. So gorgeous he almost hurts my eyes.
“What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
I blink. I know he’s said a few times that I’m beautiful, just in passing, but it was more about the way I dressed up. Right now, my hair is kind of sketchy, and I’m tired—and I know it shows. I had makeup on earlier, but I know it’s gone by now.
McLovin hisses, then jumps down off my lap. Fritz slides his hands down to my hips, then yanks me up and onto his lap.
He keeps one hand around my waist as he cups my face. As he dips his head, I give into the feeling and the need I have rushing through my entire body. Want, need, desire. My nipples are hard, and my head is spinning. He brushes his mouth over mine, just the barest of touches. Then he slips his hand down my body, brushing his knuckles over my nipple. God. My swift intake of breath is the only sound in the room and it is amazingly erotic. I shift on his lap and feel his erection. He murmurs something against my lips before running his tongue over them. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth and he steals inside.
If I thought last night’s kiss was something, this is…well, this is everything. There is no doubt of his intentions and I’m right there with him. At least my body is. He pinches my nipples and I feel it all the way to my pussy. I shift again and realize that my panties are drenched.
I slide my tongue alongside of his, and he sucks it into his mouth. That was enough to make my head spin, but when he hummed…Good God.
I moan, and he pulls back abruptly.
“I think we need to slow down.”
I lift my hand to my tingling lips. They feel swollen. Fritz’s gaze follows the movement, then his eyes rise. There, I see it. Lust, definitely, but there is something else simmering in the depths of his dark blue irises that leaves me more than a little breathless.
“Slow it down?”
“We have to be careful. We live together and, well, if this goes the way I want it to, it could get complicated.”
“Goes the way you want it to?”
Great, now I sound like an idiot repeating his words back to him.
He blows out a breath and takes my hand in his, playing with my fingers. “I want more than just some kissing, but if we jump over that line, then it could cause problems.”
No doubt it would. We joke around a lot about his behavior with women, but the truth is, he would never take a step like this that might ruin our friendship.
Instead of responding, I lean closer to brush my mouth over his, slowly, then slip my tongue into his mouth. At first, he doesn’t respond, but a second or two later, he gives into me again, groaning, the tiny vibrations slipping over my tongue and filtering throughout my body. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples ache, my clit is throbbing—throbbing here, people!—and I don’t just feel my control slip away. I throw it away, falling into the deliciousness of kissing Fritz.
He leans me back, urging me to lay on the couch, and finally breaks the kiss. He kisses a path down my neck to my breasts, teasing my nipples through my clothing, leaving the fabric wet and my heart galloping. He smiles at me as he eases his way down my body, unbuttoning my jeans. He has to stand to help me out of them and my panties, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze when he settles between my legs.
“Take your shirt and bra off.”
Normally I would fight back against the authoritative tone, but I don’t hesitate. There is a neediness I hear there that matches my own. Caution isn’t just thrown into the wind, I set that shit on fire. Once I’m completely naked, he doesn’t ease his way into it. Instead, he leans forward and gives my pussy a lick, just teasing the slit, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Gawd,” I moan. He chuckles, warm breath feathering over my pussy.
“I prefer to go by Fritz, if you don’t mind.”
I look down my body at him. I have one leg up on the couch and one on the floor. I am exposed to him, while he is completely dressed. I’m not at all modest. I know I’m a virgin, but I never saw it as an albatross around my neck, and I never thought I was saving myself. It just worked out that way. Besides, I have no issue with oral, and I am not shy at all about a man going down on me. One like Fritz—a man who has had probably hundreds of women— makes me think I might be in for a treat. Still, it’s a change in our relationship I didn’t truly see coming. Not until we danced at the reception.
He slips his tongue inside my pussy, as he lifts his hand to use his thumb to press against my clit. All thoughts of before this moment and what will happen after it dissolve into bliss. Over and over he teases me, his light beard brushing against my sensitive flesh, pushing me close to the edge. My entire body is shaking with need, so close to coming that I think I’m going a little crazy.
Then…he hums against my flesh. That one little act has me hurtling over the edge as waves of pleasure roll through me. He continues teasing me, his mouth against my soaked pussy, his fingers dipping into my core. Just as I feel my first orgasm begin to fade, another one comes rolling over me again, this time I scream, his name, sounding like it was ripped from my soul. I bow off the couch, my entire body centered on this orgasm.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses his way up my body. When he reaches my mouth, he gives me a hard, wet, amazingly thorough kiss. I can taste my own need on his tongue as he slips it inside my mouth. When he pulls back, he settles his forehead against mine.
“Thank you,” I say.
He smiles. “No, thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything as amazing as your pussy.”
I feel a blush work up from chest all the way to my face.
“You’re so cute to embarrass.”
I roll my eyes. He rises from the couch and I see the bulge behind his zipper. I don’t even hesitate. I turn, placing both of my feet on the floor on either side of his legs. I reach for his jeans. I need to see him, to taste him.
He smacks my hands away. “Don’t worry about me.”
I frown up at him. The moment I make eye contact with him, I reach for his jeans again. He shakes his head and I pause, leaving my hand on his jeans.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to think you have to.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t have to. I want to.”
He opens his mouth to possibly argue with me, but I press my hand against his jean-encased dick. Delight unfurls deep within me when I watch his eyes close. He shudders and I know I have him. I ease his jeans down, revealing black knit boxers. These are just as sexy as the green ones I saw last week, but now I can see the head of his dick peeking over the edge. I tug at the fabric and his cock springs free. It’s thick, hard, and the tip is coated with precum.
After sliding my thumb over the head, I look up at him as I bring my fingers to my mouth. He watches me as I lick it off. Sweet and salty, and all Fritz. I close my eyes and moan at the pleasure of this first taste. When I open my eyes again, Fritz is staring down at me with a flush to his cheeks. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his pupils dilated.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” His voice vibrates with need.
I say nothing in response. Instead, I lean forward and flick my tongue over him. Then, I skim it down his length while I raise my hand to cup his balls. After working my mouth back to the crown of his dick, I use my free hand to wrap it around him, enjoying the weight of him. There is no hesitation in my movements because there is one thing I know for sure. I want him because the need to taste him, to feel his cum slid down my throat overpowers any other thoughts I have at the moment.
I take him in my mouth, enjoying the flavor of him. I don’t take anything slowly. I pull him into my mouth, working his cock as his hands thread my hair. He molds his hands to the back of my head, but he doesn’t try to control me.
Again and again, I take him into my mouth. He’s moving in rhythm with me, his thrusts growing harder each time he enters my mouth. He’s so thick, my jaw starts to ache, but I don’t care. This is thrilling—f
reeing. I add a little swirl as he pulls out, and he groans, his dick pulsing, growing harder. He tries to pull away, but I refuse. I hold fast and pump his cock with my hand. One…two…three thrusts and he groans, his cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I drink him down, enjoying the taste of him.
When he’s finally done, he pulls back from me and leans down to kiss me. This isn’t the practiced kisses from before. This is more like he’s drunk, his movements slow and a little sloppy, and I love it. Partially because I feel the same way, but the other thought is…I did this. I made him feel like this.
He straightens away from me, then grabs me by the hand. He yanks me off the couch and then up into his arms.
“Where are we going?”
“Bed. Need sleep.”
He walks to his room and settles me in bed.
“So, we’re just doing this?”
“I want you beside me tonight. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
He turns and goes into the bathroom, leaving me in stunned silence. When he returns, he’s naked. He shuts off the light and then joins me on the bed. Fritz pulls me into his arms, my back to his front. His arm is around my waist. We’re both naked, but he makes no move to take anything further. Less than five minutes later, his breathing evens out and I know he’s sleeping.
I want to wake him up and ask him just what the hell is going on. Why am I in his bed if he doesn’t want to continue on? I worry my bottom lip trying to figure it all out. I feel his mouth move over my neck.
“Just go to sleep, Savannah,” he says.
Because I’m exhausted and because being there in bed with him is delicious, I let sleep take me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fritz
When my alarm goes off the next morning, I groan. Fuck, it’s five in the morning. I don’t have to bake today, thank God, but I’m working the morning shift. With Ed gone, I’m needed in the shop more.
I look at my bed companion and smile. She is curled up with me, in my arms, like she’s meant to be there.
I have a few seconds, so I watch her, happy that I can observe her like this. Last night was amazing and we didn’t even get beyond oral. She might be a virgin, but she definitely knows how to give an amazing blow job. I can’t wait to sink into her balls deep and feel her come. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman who was that open with her reactions.
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