Page 8 of Savage Valentine

“Please, fuck. It’s too much,” he groans, looking up at me with lust burning in his eyes.

“Come on, jock. Cum for me, again. Cover my hands in it so I can lick them clean.” I say, my voice full of sass and command to see if he will cum when told.

Pushing his head further into the pillow, he lets out a line of cuss words with a low growl just as his release shoots all over my hands. Never slowing down, I use it as lube again and stroke him faster, gripping his cock tighter with each one. This may be my new favorite way to see him as I watch him squirm and try to climb up the bed.

“Fuck, Ice Queen! Goddamnit, I’m going to cum again if you don’t stop.” He says through gritted teeth. Pleasure and something else crossing his face.

“Oh, I’m not stopping, baby. Cum again. I love being the one to see you squirm for a change.” I command with a smile playing on my lips. And he does, covering my hands all over again with ropes of white. Letting go, I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick them clean.

“Mmm, you taste like my best mistake.” I sass, grinning at him as I lick my lips.

Laying back down beside him, he rolls over and fuses his lips to mine, not letting me come up for air as he slides back into me, slowly thrusting in and out.

“So fucking tight. I could stay inside you forever. The way your pussy keeps my cock in a vice grip feels fucking amazing.” He groans against my lips and I can already feel my next orgasm about to hit. All the pent up need from watching him, sitting right on the edge.

“Fuckkk, I’m going to cum again.” I pant as our eyes meet and he gives me a sinister grin.

“Keep cumming baby, cover my cock in your release. Make me yours.” He growls, looking into my eyes and it feels more like he’s trying to bury himself into my soul.

Wrapping his hands around my throat again, he picks up his pace and pounds into me. Making me cum over and over and over, until we’re both covered in sweat and his room smells likesomething straight from a porno.Sore. I’ll be so fucking sore after this. Totally worth it though.

Picking me up from the bed hours later, he carries me to the shower, turning the water on and walking us under the warm spray. Everything hurts and lets just say it’s the good kind of sore too. Like he meant for this to happen so I’ll feel him for days to come. He grabs the shampoo, motioning for me to turn around before running his hands through my hair and scrubbing until it lathers. Rinsing it out, he does the same with the conditioner, then rinses that out next. Grabbing his loofah and adding soap, he washes my body, slowly and surprisingly gentle.

“I’ve never had someone wash my hair, or anything for that matter.” I say looking up at him.

“I’ll do this every day for you baby.” He replies, kissing the top of my head.And fucking swoon, if I wasn’t already falling for him before now. This side of him will do it.

Grabbing the loofah from him and adding soap again, I start to run it over his chest, slowly making my way down his body. Seeing his tattoos and how ripped his body really is sends a shiver up my spine at how turned on I am. Who knew someone could have so many abs.

“Turn around, let me wash your back.” I say, and he pins me with a stare. His gaze turning more questioning than anything.

“You sure? You don’t have to.” He replies. Grabbing his shoulder, I nudge him to turn around. Rubbing the soap over his back, he tenses and I lean in, kissing each scar. Hoping he knows that whatever they are from won’t make me look at him any different. Turning around, he pulls us both under the spray and we rinse off. Reaching behind me and shutting the water off, he opens the door, grabbing us both a towel.

Wrapping his around his waist, he brings mine over my shoulders and starts drying me off. He turns, his scars on fulldisplay.I’m still curious about his scars and how they got there. That’s his story to tell when he’s ready, God knows the last time I asked about it he went on the defensive. We both have scars and stories to tell, maybe one day we will trust each other enough to share. He wears his on the outside, whereas mine are all on the inside.

Walking into his room, he walks straight back to his bed and pulls the blankets back. Dropping my towel, I climb in bed and he does the same, dropping his towel and climbing in behind me. Pulling me up against his naked body, I close my eyes, the sound of him softly snoring already, lulling me to sleep.

Chapter 8

Parker

Rolling over, I realize Syd is still laying beside me. Pulling her closer, she groans and rolls over to face me.

“Morning, sunshine.” I say, my voice still raspy from sleep.

“Mmmm morning. Shit, what time is it? I need to get back to the sorority to do some things.” She replies rolling back over to get out of bed but I tighten my grip on her.

“Just five more minutes. That’s all I’m asking for.” I plead and she just huffs in response, scooting closer to me.

Laying there a little while longer, I finally reach over and grab my phone to check the time. Unlocking it, the first thing I see is a text from Hayes.

Hayes: Yo. Wanna hit the ice? I got some steam to blow off and some shit to tell you!

Me: Yeah, give me a few.

Hayes: Aight bro, I’ll meet you on the ice.

Closing the thread, I look at the time and lay the phone back down.

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