Page 45 of Hate the Game
“Yes, you are.”
Her teeth flashed in the darkness as she hissed at me. “Don’t call me a coward, Cole.”
I laughed and I could tell it was a mistake the minute the sound escaped my mouth because Savannah’s entire body stiffened. She stood up to leave but I swore and grabbed her hips. “Stay, Sav.”
She struggled against my grip and her feet tangled in the blanket as she did. She’d just managed to slap my hands away when she tripped and came tumbling down on top of me. Her knee came dangerously close to smashing my dick and her elbow clipped my forehead but all that disappeared when her tits crashed into my face as we landed flat.
My hands naturally went to her ass as I breathed in her sweet scent and luxuriated in slowly suffocating in her chest. Her skin was hot against my cheeks and my tongue made the decision that I needed to know what she tasted like. The moment my tongue flicked over her chest and she sucked in a shaky breath, I knew I was fucked.
“Cole?” Her voice was husky and breathy as she planted her hand on either side of my head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her with the adrenaline of a man finally getting what he wanted. I spread her thighs out so she was straddling me and sat up fast enough that she locked her arms behind my neck to keep from falling.
Savannah tested her body before settling her weight on my lap. As soon as she knew she wasn’t going to hurt me she relaxedinto me and even rocked her hips forward. It was such a small movement that I wondered if she even knew she’d done it.
In all the shifting her dress had ridden up enough that my hands were full of bare ass. I needed to know if there was something separating us, besides my shorts, so I shifted my thumbs closer together until I found the tiny string trying to bury itself in her ass. Jealous of a string, I lost myself and followed the path of that string with my thumb, moving down her ass, pushing between her cheeks.
Savannah gasped and her hips jerked forward, bumping into my painfully hard erection. Her eyes were heavy as she stared down at me, her chest rising and falling faster. She opened her mouth to say something, probably to tell me to get my fucking hands off her, but instead the sweetest moan escaped her and then she whimpered.
It broke me. Whatever she needed, I was going to be the one to give it to her. “Fucking kiss me, Sav. Right fucking now before I-”
She slammed her mouth down on mine and locked her hands in my hair, gripping fistfuls and pulling sharply. Her mouth tasted like sweet cinnamon and her breath was warm as it washed over my lips each time she pulled back to look at me. Over and over, she tasted me and then pulled back to watch my face, like she was worried it was too much.
I kissed down her throat, nipping her smooth skin and bruising it, before sucking at the top of her breasts. She shuddered over me and I held my breath while yanking her tiny panties to the side. Her wet heat called to me and I ran my fingers through her wetness, loving the feel of her juices on my fingers.
She yanked my mouth back to hers and kissed me harder. She stroked her tongue past my lips and moaned when I stroked her dripping pussy without touching the places she needed it the most. She gasped into my mouth and cursed my name when Ispread that wetness over her asshole, teasing her. When I shifted again and pressed my thumb into her core, she threw her head back and moaned up at the night sky.
“Oh, god, Cole.” She clutched my head to her chest and cried out when I found her nipple through her dress and sucked at it hungrily.
A dark, possessive part of my brain woke up and the need to make her come grew larger than my base needs and desires. Breathing? Who needed it? Seeing and feeling Savannah come? I’d surely die without it.
Her nails scored my scalp as I moved my thumb and pushed two fingers into her tight sex. It still wasn’t enough. I wanted to push her, punish her, mark her. I poised my wet thumb over her asshole and pressed against it.
Savannah rocked up on her knees, jerking away from the sensation but I sucked harder at her nipple and lightly slapped her ass with my other hand. Her breath caught and she shuddered. “Cole.”
Her pussy released another wave of moisture and I used it to fuck her deeper, curling my fingers as I did. When she chased that feeling and cried out for me I pushed harder until the tip of my thumb breached her ass. I felt insane with need as I gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her mouth down to mine. She bit down on my bottom lip and tugged as her lower body clenched down on my fingers and she stiffened in my arms.
I dragged my teeth over her jaw and nipped her earlobe. “Who’s making you come, Savannah?”
I tugged her hair until her back was arched, presenting me so prettily with her tits. Her face was flushed and her lip was caught between her teeth hard but when I asked her that those full lips parted and she lowered her eyes to meet mine.
“You are.” I loved hearing her voice broken and shaky as she trembled.
“Say my name. Shout my fucking name when you come, Savannah.” I dipped my head to suck at her nipples again, lost in taking everything I could while she let me.
She went rigid and I watched the muscles in her neck pull taut as she made a pained sound and then screamed my name at the sky. Her core tightened on my fingers with a maddening grip and then she went limp in my arms, shaking and trembling while her walls fluttered around my fingers. I would’ve given my right arm to have that feeling around my dick in that moment.
I held her as she came down and pressed gentle kisses against the side of her head. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sav.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and moaned my name. Her sweet scent filled my head and the feel of her licking my neck nearly made me buck her off my lap. My dick had been rock hard for so long that I was in pain but it was enough for me, having her come for me.
She was so soft and warm in my arms that I felt like I was melting right along with her. I found myself wondering how I could get her there every day for the foreseeable future. I couldn’t remember another sexual experience where I hadn’t been more concerned with my own pleasure. I mean, I always got my partners off but it’d been more of a chore most of the time. It was like a fucking gift with Savannah. Hearing her southern accent when she screamed my name and the way she curled into me like I was her whole world was addictive.
It all hit me at once. I liked Savannah. I fucking wanted her in my life. That scared the shit out of me. Even if she hadn’t been on campus to ruin me, it would’ve scared the shit out of me.
I took a deep breath and gently eased her out of my lap and onto the rock beside me. “We should get back to campus.”
Savannah looked up at me with all that warmth in her eyes suddenly shuttering. “Um, yeah. Okay.”
