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It could have been five minutes; it could have been an hour. I would have been happy to stay in his arms all night like this, but his phone rings, breaking the spell we were enveloped in. And cutting the music off, the ringing sounding through the speakers. Sav steps back from me, going for his phone. After disconnecting from the speakers, he answers. “Quin.” He listens for a bit, then looks at me with a smile. “Yes.” Another beat of silence. “He did. You were right. See you tomorrow.”
I raise an eyebrow and strut over to him. He watches me approach, his eyes going dark with desire. “What did he want?” I ask when I’m close enough to touch him.
Savage reaches out and pulls me into him, making me chuckle. “He asked if you liked the date. He likes to hear he’s right all the time.” Before I can come up with a witty response, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me with enough intensity to have me grinding on his leg like a cat in heat. I realize then it’s the first time we kissed all night. Snatching his mouth from mine, he breathes heavily. “The way you look tonight almost makes me want to change my mind about no sex.”
“Yousocan,” I breathe out.
With another laugh, Savage takes my hand and leads me back to the house. Once inside, we walk past my room—thank God—and he drags me into his. Turning the bedside lamp on, he sits me on the bed, kneels in front of me to take off my heels and starts rubbing my feet. “Hurt?”
“Not anymore,” I groan, loving the feel of his firm hands on my feet, rubbing out the kinks and the soreness. I lie back on the bed, squirming when he rubs a strong thumb over the arch of my foot. “That feels good, Sav.” He does it again and I wiggle my toes with another groan. He switches feet, giving them both attention, rubbing the soreness away.
When he’s done, he stands and says, “Come on. Let’s get you undressed so we can sleep.”
“Do I need to go get pajamas?”
He shakes his head and pulls me up into a sitting position, pulling the sweater over my head. He goes for my pants, and I wiggle around so he can get them down my legs. Guess we’re sleeping in underwear? Fine with me.
When my pants are off, Savage stares down at me, jaw clenched, eyes hot, roaming over my body. “Turn over,” he tells me roughly. I do as he says, flipping to my stomach.
He doesn’t say anything for a while, just staring I guess. Glancing over my shoulder, I see his eyes locked on my ass. I shake it to tease him, and his eyes bounce up to mine. “I see you’re not going to be a good boy tonight.” The coarseness of his voice makes me shiver. He kneels down again, gliding his hands up the back of my thighs up to my butt. He squeezes my cheeks, rubbing and kneading them. I moan softly, loving the feel of his hands on me.
That makes him growl and mutter, “Fuck it,” then rips my panties off. Ugh. While I love the whole caveman thing, those were my new favorite pair. I’ll complain later when he’s not looking at me like he wants to eat me alive.
After he throws my tattered panties over his shoulder, he kneels on the bed behind me and place soft kisses on my ass. Feather-light, they are just the brush of his lips, but the stir it’s causing in my belly has me moaning and pushing back into his mouth. I turn my head and bury my face in the sheets, letting Savage have his way with me. He nips and sucks at my cheeks, leaving marks that only he’ll see.
Then he spreads me and I feel his tonguethere. The first swipe of his tongue is gentle and probing, teasing. The second swipe is more urgent, licking a path from my balls to the top of my crease. After that, Savage grips my ass to hold me open and dines. He licks and sucks and thrusts his tongue into me, making me lose my mind more and more every minute.
He spears his tongue into me, groaning as he does, like him eating my ass is turning him on. He thrusts his tongue in and out of my hole, sucking at me every so often. I push back into his face, moaning his name and saying whatever nonsense drops from my lips into the space in front of me. Savage holds me close, tongue doing delicious things to me. Electricity weaves its way down my spine, lighting me up.
“Fuck, Sav,” I mumble when I finally lift my face from the sheets. “Do that with your tongue again.” The order is quickly followed up with Savage twirling his tongue around my hole, licking over the ridges of my tight pucker. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come, baby.”
Yeah, Savage isn’t having that. He stops so quickly that I’m still thrusting into the—now empty—space behind me. I growl in frustration and turn to look at him. He has a fucking smirk on his face. Ugh! He really hates me sometimes, I know it.
Kissing my thighs, he moves up to my ass cheeks again, sucking more marks on me, the sting feeling good and has me thrusting into the sheets. He continues to move up, dropping kisses on my heated skin until he’s at my ear. “You come when I say you can come.” I groan and raise my ass up in the air, gyrating on his clothed cock. Savage snaps a hand out and holds me down, keeping me in place effortlessly. He releases a dark chuckle, mouth by my ear. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” I nod frantically, still trying to grind against his dick but he hasn’t let me go yet. “If I tell you to be still, will you do it?” I nod again but I don’t stop moving. He technically hasn’t told me to stop.
Then he does. He lives to torture me. “Be still.” I stop grinding my hips, even though I want nothing more than to rub against him. “Good boy,” he whispers in my ear and I swear it takes massive effort not to move when he says that.
Since I’m no longer trying to tease him, Savage kisses my temple quickly, then reaches to grab the lube and condom. I hear him remove his jacket, then the bottle of lube open, and I really,reallywant to grind into the sheets but I’m trying to be a good boy for him, so I stay still.
Thankfully, Savage doesn’t tease me like he usually does. He adds fingers and scissors them, getting me ready for him. He’s probably as worked up as I am. This whole evening has been a game of foreplay. How he looked when he came to my room, his compliments to me. The tent set up so we could have our own private date. Him feeding me on his lap and dancing with me for however long we danced. Everything about tonight turned me on more than I thought possible.
I’ve never been treated like this. Never had the focus on what would make me happy like this. Never knew I couldfeellike this. All from Savage, a man I would have never met if my brother wasn’t kidnapped. I definitely need to thank Cris for this if that doesn’t sound weird. Even if Sav doesn’t want to keep me, this has been the best three months of my life. Even when he wasn’t really fond of me, nor I of him. It’s been refreshing.
“Now, please,” I murmur when I feel like I’m going to lose control and thrust back onto his fingers. And thank God he listens because I’m not sure how much more I would have been able to take.
I hear his belt buckle being undone and the rustling of his pants being lowered, the condom being opened and slid on. Then Savage leans over me and says, “If I hurt you, tell me to stop. I didn’t prep you as long this time.”
“’S okay,” I groan, hoping he gets to it already. I’m coming apart, my body vibrating from the need to move and be fucked.
Savage leans back, spreads me with one hand and presses his dick to my opening. He pushes inside slowly and I can feel the sting and the burn from his limited prep. It hurts, but not enough for me to tell him to stop. He rocks into me, more and more of his cock sliding in with every thrust. He finally bottoms out and I hear the deep groan he releases over my long moan. “I’ll be gentle,” he grunts out and I nod.
The first thrust in is so smooth and languid, his hips undulating in a sensuous wave, that I almost come right then. It’s just what I need. Just how I want him to move in me. It’s a stark contrast from how rushed we were earlier, seeing as Savage still has on all his clothes. But I like that, him being clothed while I’m naked and writhing under him. Makes me feel as if, even though he’s not fucking me like a madman, he couldn’t take the time to get undressed before he was inside me.
Savage takes care of me, touching me everywhere his hand can reach while he gives me the deepest strokes I’ve ever felt. He snaps his hips in a slow, rhythmic way that almost makes me want to tell him to speed up, but the drag of his cock against my prostate is too good to interrupt. His hand on my ass, he squeezes the round globes hard, probably adding bruises to the marks he already left behind with his lips. I bury my head into the sheet in front of me, moaning while I gyrate my hips.
Quicker than I can think, Sav rolls over onto his back and brings me on top of him. His dick slides in at an obscene angle and I moan loudly, unable to hold it in. Briefly, I’m frozen in place because I don’t know what to do up here. What if I fuck up? What if I’m not as good at riding a dick as I imagined I would be? Of course I’m not good, seeing as I’ve never done it. What if I’m terrible and I don’t make him feel good? Ugh, too much thinking.
Leaning back and planting my hands and feet, I raise and lower myself slowly, just as he stroked inside when he was behind me.
