Page 81 of The Obvious Check

Mine too.

But I don’t say it. I can’t. Words feel flimsy compared to everything he’s done for me. The way he stood by me. Fought for me. Looked at me like I was worth choosing.

So instead, I show him.

I take a step back, my eyes never leaving his, and lower myself slowly to the floor. I feel the cold water against my knees, the first time I’ve felt it since stepping into the shower.

“Sav…”

He doesn’t move, just watches me like he can’t believe it. Maybe he can’t. Maybe neither of us can, but I’m already down here with my lips parting, hovering just at the tip of his cock.

“What are you doing, Sav?”

“Helping you the way you helped me.”

His hands twitch at his sides like he wants to stop me, but he doesn’t quite reach for me. Not yet. He’s trying to be good, to be noble, but I see the way his throat works when he swallows. I see the heat in his eyes. I feel the tension in his body as he struggles between want and restraint.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says, finally. “That’s not why I’m helping you. You know that, right?”

“I know,” I say gently, still kneeling, still holding his gaze. “But that’s not why I’m doing this either. I want to give this to you.”

We maintain eye contact as I wrap my hand around his shaft, squeezing a little to test his resolve.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his chest heaving, and the veins in his forearms flex as he holds on to the tiled wall.

I stroke him slowly at first, dragging my palm down his length, watching as his muscles tighten. It’s a test, just to make sure he’s as ready for me as I am for him. When he bites his bottom lip, I flick my tongue out and tease his sensitive head. That makes him falter, and a deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest. I flatten my tongue, running it along the thick underside of his cock.

“Shit, Sav—” His voice is rough, almost hoarse, barely a whisper above the sound of the water cascading around us.

He drops his hand to my hair in an attempt to guide my pace. I grip his thighs, digging my nails into the firm muscles there as I let my mouth openly explore him, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length before swirling my tongue around the swollen tip.

“Baby,” he rasps, his head tilting back as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. “You keep doing that, I—fuck—I’m not gonna last.”

I hum against him, savoring the way he throbs in my mouth and the way his grip in my hair tightens, like he’s barely holding himself together. His chest rises and falls in deep, shuddering breaths, his abs tense as I slide my lips down his length in a slow, torturous glide.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “I’m gonna come.”

I pull back just enough that my lips hover over the swollen, throbbing tip and tilt my head up to meet his gaze. His green eyes are blown wide, his jaw tight as he watches me. Slowly, deliberately, I open my mouth and push my tongue out, silently inviting him to give me everything.

Cade groans, deep and guttural, his fingers tightening in my hair as his hips stutter forward. “Savannah.” His voice is strangled, wrecked, his entire body locking up as he spills onto my waiting tongue. His hot release coats my mouth, my lips, my chin, but I don’t move or swallow. Not yet at least.

His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving as he looks down at me, his gaze flickering between my parted lips and the mess he’s made of me. His nostrils flare, his muscles twitching as if he’s fighting off some primal urge.

Then I close my lips, swallowing every last salty drop of him.

His hands fall from my hair, and he leans against the wall, exhausted. Before he can fully recover, I dip my head lower, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his length again. His cock twitches in response, still thick and warm from release. My tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of him, lapping up any remnants of his arousal as I clean him with long, slow strokes.

His muscles tighten, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he grips the edge of the soap ledge.

“Fuck—Sav,” he groans, his voice strained. “I can’t do that again. I just came.”

I ignore his pleas, letting my lips trail up his length until I reach the tip and swirl my tongue around the sensitive ridge.

His cock twitches, and I can already feel him stirring back to life, so I keep going. I wrap my lips around him and suck gently at first, coaxing him with slow, deliberate strokes as I hum against him, the vibration sending another shudder through his body.

His thighs tense beneath my hands, his breath ragged as his fingers slide into my hair again, not guiding—just holding on. Watching me.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” he rasps with a rough laugh.

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