I run my hands up and down my arms. “I also need this to be just us for a while. Two reasons. I’m not a big fan of PDA. I think it’s odd that people need others to see that they’re together. It looks forced. And maybe this summer, we could ease into the other stuff.”
“You’ll ease into PDA, Savvy. Last night proved that, but yeah, slow is good. But clarify other stuff.”
“Your family is—”
“Overwhelming as fuck, I know.”
“But they’re lovely, as well. From what I remember about last night, Truth was so nice. Is she okay?”
“You gotta understand that it physically pains me that you have been alone for so fucking long, and you don’t have to be, Savvy. So, yeah, this summer, we’ll ease into it, but by next Christmas, prepare to be overwhelmed and just go with the flow.
“And Truth, she’s safe but probably in deep shit right now with her dad.”
I nod. “I feel awful about it.”
“Tell me why you had the party to begin with.”
I feel my face catch fire. “You already know.”
“That was sweet.”
I shrug and feel myself wanting to just go back to the dorms and sulk, but I push it aside and ask, “Can we fuck now?”
He scrubs both hands over his face and grumbles. When he removes them, he answers, “I don’t want it to be forced.”
“It’s not.”
“Is your pussy still dripping, Savvy?”
I let my knees fall apart, spreading myself wide in front of him, and look up. “You tell me.”
His words come out deep and growly. “That’s not fair play.”
“It’s not fair that you’re on display then either.”
He looks down then back up at me. “Hadn’t noticed, but I won’t apologize. That moment before was raw, real want and need. I don’t want it any other way.”
I grip the hem of my tank and lift it over my head. “This more to your liking?”
His nostrils flare, and his jaw tenses. His nod could have been missed had I blinked my eyes. I’m so glad I didn’t.
I lie back and hook my thumbs under my waistband, shimmying them down just a little at a time, getting more turned on by the second as I watch him look me over with more appreciation than anyone on the planet, especially me, deserves from someone who looks like Patrick Steel.
I lift my knees to my chest as I pull them off the rest of the way.
“Savvy.” My name is said in warning, one that doesn’t deter me at all. I’ve never trusted anyone more in my entire life. No one.
I sit up, naked and completely bare, and then crawl across the bed to him, pushing him slighting so that he’s no longer kneeling, and he’s sitting on the bed. I move to straddle him, my whimper meeting his groan as his erection grazes my bare body.
I graze my teeth across his shoulder, and he grips my waist possessively.
I look up at him. “I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s in this way, and now I want nothing more than to be yours.”
He crashes his lips against mine, and a tortured sound escapes his chest. I grind against him as he licks my tongue more possessively than before, and I lick his just as possessively.
I move my hands down his chest, his abs, and when I reach his waistband, I tug at them as I murmur into his mouth, “I want these off.”
He groans as he sucks my tongue while pulling back from the kiss, the hottest of my entire life, and pushes me back so I’m lying down. Then he steps from the bed and onto the floor, where he pulls down his boxers. His cock, thick, long, veiny, and pink, slaps hard against his muscular abs. Against his navel, the silver ball shimmers like a jewel protruding out of the wide, mushroom-shaped crown that tops his nothing short of majestic cock.
“It’s beautiful.” I sit up and run my thumb over the soft, steel crown, smearing the cum across it. I then bring my thumb to my mouth and taste him.
“Savvy.” My name sounds like a praise, and I want more.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and look over at him. “I want to taste you.”
He stalks slowly toward me. Then, standing in front of me, he grips his cock and strokes it. I lean back and open my mouth to him.
He rubs the tip across my lips, once, twice, three times, until I’ve had enough of the teasing and take it in my own hands. Our eyes locked together, I draw the head of his cock into my mouth and suck. Then I take him deeper.
“Fuck.” With one hand, he pushes my hair back then grips it, while cupping my breast with the other.
I take him deeper yet, and he hisses while pinching my nipple, causing me to moan with my mouth still full of him.
His hips jerk when I suck on the silver ball.
He rubs my nipple between his fingers and tells me, “Suck it harder, baby … deeper.”
I look up into his dark, feral eyes and do as he asks.
“Jesus, yes … just like that.”
I continue sucking him, enjoying the feel of his piercing gliding across my tongue, my pussy growing more wet every time I feel the ball touch my tonsils.
The sounds of pleasure that come from him, and that he’s giving me, makes me take him deeper, moving faster, using my tongue to explore the veins, the ridges, the piercing. I love the taste of him, and I love the way he groans and growls.
I’m pretty sure I love him.
“Fuck, Savvy, fuck,” he stammers then thrusts into my mouth
