Page 12 of Born Savage

It’s something I’ve felt before, just never in a real-life scenario. It’s usually brought on when watching a movie, or TVshow, or sometimes even reading a book. I definitely recognize the feeling, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, seeing him like that actually turned me on. I wanted to be the one down on my knees, making him feel good.

I fall back, letting my body rest against the bed as my eyes close. My hand slides down over my stomach, moving beyond the stretchy waistband of my sleep shorts. My lips part as a soft gasp falls out. I’ve never felt wet like this before.

It’s not like I’ve never experienced anything, it’s just never been like this. Manny and I had fooled around, even gone all the way a few times, but we were both so young. He would kiss me and, in the moment, I thought I was excited. But then, when he would touch me, I was always dry and he would have to use his saliva to make it work between us. At the time, I just figured it was normal.

Even in the years since, when I’ve tried touching myself, it hasn’t been great. I just don’t have the imagination it takes to really get myself worked up. But somehow, seeing Shark in the act has done it.

My fingers move slowly, spreading the wetness over my newly sensitive area. The image of his large frame takes shape as I envision myself kneeling before him. Honestly, the idea of giving a blow job has never appealed to me until right now. I never had Manny in my mouth. He had definitely asked, practically begged for it, but I had been too nervous. I was young and inexperienced and too afraid that I’d do it wrong. But the idea of holding Shark in my mouth and making him feel good, has me beyond excited.

Sliding over my sensitive clit, my entire body bucks and the sensation is overwhelming. My free hand grasps the blanket, fisting it tightly as my fingers work harder and faster. My legs burn and my body shakes, and despite having tried a few times before, I have no doubt I’ve finally experienced what is likely my first real orgasm.

I pull my hand back and breathe, trying to relax as a smile pulls at my lips. My eyes open and I focus on the ceiling, letting it sink in. I think Trish was right. I’ll have to be careful and keep my distance from Shark. I don’t want to be the reason he gets in any trouble.

My best friend, Roxy, has been begging to set me up for months. She’s a cocktail waitress at one of the casinos, and she keeps telling me about this bartender that she thinks would be a good match for me. I’ve been turning her down, but maybe it might help keep me distracted, at least until he goes back to South Carolina.

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Stepping from the steamy shower, I wrap my soft bathrobe around my freshly cleaned body. I felt like I needed to wash my embarrassment away. After seeing him in the pantry, and then coming back to my room and thinking about him in that way, I don’t know how I’ll ever face him again.

Moving back into my bedroom, I grab my phone off the dresser and flop down on my bed.

*Do you still want to set me up with that guy at work?I type to Roxy and hit send.

She’s at work tonight, but I’m sure she’s got her phone tucked away in her tiny uniform. I tried to get a job with her a couple years ago, but Dad gave me a hard no. He tried to say it was because he couldn’t find any other help in the office, but I knew he really just didn’t want me prancing around the casino in the provided uniforms.

I start to scroll through Netflix, as I wait for her to respond. I stop onFriday Night Lights, intending to start an episode of one of my favorite shows, but I move past it and stop again, this timeonSex/Life. It’s time to try something a little more adventurous. And after everything else I’ve already experienced tonight; it definitely feels on trend.

Ten minutes into the episode, my phone buzzes beside me on the bed and I read Roxy’s response.

*Yes!!!

*Okay, I’m in. But only if we can double. I type back.

*Done! I’ll talk to him tonight and get it set up.She answers and I’m sure it won’t be long before I get another message from her with details.

I scoot back and lean against my pillows, feeling too tired to get back up to look for clothes at the moment.

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My eyelids flutter open, and I find myself covered in a thin layer of sweat, having fallen asleep in my robe. Between the activity in the pantry and the two episodes I ended up watching before falling asleep, I had some hot and heavy dreams, which I’m sure only added to my elevated body temperature.

I slip from the bed and strip away my sweat soaked robe, hanging it up before pulling out a fresh pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt to throw on before crawling back into bed. I’m tempted to take another shower, but I know I need some decent sleep before I have to get up and go to work in the morning. And I know Dad wouldn’t mind if I came into the office late, but I still at least try to act like it’s a normal job.

I’ve been helping out at the office since I was a teenager and I have it down to a perfect routine. I’m responsible for invoicing, ordering supplies, and setting up meetings and deliveries. And I know Dad probably overpays me, especially since it’s more like apart-time job, but there are definitely days that justify the salary he provides.

This time, I pull the sheets and blankets up over me as I settle back into my bed. I close my eyes as my head hits the pillow, hoping to find simple darkness. I don’t think I can take any more vivid sexed up dreams or visions of blue-eyed M.C. members.

Ten

Shark

It’s early, but the sun is already shining brightly when I step into the kitchen. I find the large kitchen island covered with a full breakfast spread.

“Well, good morning,” Trish offers, handing me an empty plate to start filling. “There’s coffee ready too. Go ahead and grab what you want, then you can join the rest of the guys in the dining room.”

“Thanks,” I answer, my morning voice still raspy. I haven’t had a smoke yet, but this food looks too fuckin’ good to wait. “I can’t believe you do this every morning,” I say, starting to pile on scrambled eggs, bacon, and biscuits.

“Don’t really have a choice. This crew is like feeding an army,” she grins back before slipping into the pantry.

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