Page 105 of The Substitute
His groan radiates through my body with his mouth suctioned to my skin. Savage cups me over my sweats and presses the heal of his palm against me.
“Fuck!” It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge, but I don’t want this to end so quickly. “Please, I need you.”
His mouth clamps over my pulse on my neck, and he sucks hard. I arch up into him, needing friction and wanting to drive him to the brink. He needs to be as frantic as I am.
Savage shoves at my pants, finally letting my hands go so I can pull at his clothes, but he’s still got my skin in his mouth. The hickey that’s left is going to be brutal. The thought makes me giddy. I want it. I’ve never had one before, but I’ve always secretly wanted one.
Riding on hope and bravery, I reach for his pants tug at the tie, but my nerve fizzles out when it comes time to make the next move.
“Can I?” My words are quiet, hesitant, but he lifts his head and drops his forehead to mine when he says yes.
He groans against my mouth when I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his cock. Fuck, he’s hard and hot against my palm. The barbels of his Jacob’s Ladder are warm as they press into my hand.
Savage rocks his hips, thrusting into my grip and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. I love the way he surrounds me. Everything about him is a fucking magnet, and I can’t fight the pull. I don’t want to.
He sits up, and I release him, but he grabs my arm, halting it. “I didn’t say to stop.”
“You’re pulling away.”
He smirks and shoves my hand back down to his cock. “I’m just getting comfortable.”
What the hell does that mean?
Savage pulls his shirt off over his head. Good God, he’s nice to look at. Muscle and tattoos and confidence. He knows how good he looks, too.
I stroke him, loving the feral glint in his eye when I do.
But I want more. I want us skin to skin so I smell like him.
“Off,” I demand and shove at his pants.
“Bossy.” He chuckles but pushes the sweats and boxers down so I can see him in all his glory. Somehow, even taking his pants off while kneeling doesn’t look awkward when he does it.
“It’s a crime that you cover those.” I point to the thigh tattoos. “You should be wearing hoochie shorts. All the time.”
“I do when I run.” Savage slides his hands up my hips and grabs my waistband, exposing me to his heated gaze.
I gasp. “And you’ve never let me watch?!”
“You didn’t ask.” He chucks my clothes over his shoulder and lies down, pushing my thighs up and out.
“Rude as fuck!” Anticipation has me tense, waiting to see what he’s going to do. What do I want him to do?
I want him to lick me.
My face heats at the thought, both with embarrassment and arousal.
“What’s that look for?” Savage’s breath ghosts over my skin, and I shiver.
“Wh-what look?”
“That blush.” He bites my inner thigh just hard enough for me to gasp. “Answer me.”
“I do-don’t know,” I stammer as he moves closer to my groin.
Savage lifts his head, removing his delicious mouth from my skin.
“Nooo!” I cry.
