Page 70 of Hate the Game
She rested her hands on my thighs and looked up at me with another coy expression. “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck.” I gripped my dick again and lined it up with her mouth. “Suck my dick, Savannah.”
The first feel of her wet tongue along the bottom of my dick made me see stars. Then she opened her mouth wider and took half of me past her lips before she let out a filthy moan and looked up at me. With her eyes on mine she inhaled through her nose and forced her mouth lower on my length. I felt the back of her throat, felt the squeeze of her gag, and was swearing like the world was ending.
Savannah put her all into it. She moaned, she choked, she left red lipstick smears all the way at the base of my cock. She was as eager to give me head as she had been to receive it. Her eyes got wild each time she forced my cock deeper and made herself gag. Her mascara ran down her cheeks and my dick was so wet with her spit that it coated her lips and dripped down her chin. She was a mess and I loved every second of it.
I’d never had a better blow job in my life and I knew I never would again. Not if it wasn’t from her.
I knew I was about to come and I gripped her head tight as I stood up and took control. The only sounds that broke through her gags and gasping breaths were her moans. And my deranged growling.
“Open that throat for me, Sav. Fuck, yes, baby, let me in.” I met her red eyes and my body clenched so tight that it fucking hurt. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, Sav.”
She shoved her hand between her thighs and my mouth dropped open as I watched her circle her clit until she came with my cock buried in the back of her throat.
The door swung open but it was too late. I was coming. I was coming with my cock so deep in Savannah’s mouth that it felt like I was shooting my seed straight into her stomach.
She noticed that we had company and panicked, yanking back and falling on her ass while I was still coming. Time stood still as a jet of come splashed across her chin and chest. Her eyes widened and she jerkily wiped it away before stumbling upright on shaky legs.
Cole was standing in the doorway, his eyes going from me to Savannah. His eyebrow quirked and his mouth opened but nothing came out. I hastily shoved my dick away and tried to think of what to say but I was so damn flustered that I just choked on sounds.
Savannah was shaking almost violently and she’d turned redder than I’d ever seen her. “I… I’m so sorry.”
Cole and I watched in shock as she ran out of the office while still yanking her dress into place. I wanted to chase after her because anyone who saw her would know what she’d just been doing and I hated that thought. I couldn’t, though, because Cole was glaring at me, his hands balled into fists.
I sank back into Dad’s chair and swore. “Fuck.”
***Savannah***
Ishowed up at Blaire’s door with a hastily packed bag and enough shame to fill every dorm on campus. She answered the door smiling, n o idea that I was about to explode a lifetime of pent up self-hate at her feet.
“Hey! I was just about to call you. I made-” She gasped when she finally looked at me and saw the tears in my eyes. “Oh, god. What happened? Who do I need to kill? My brother? Ryder? Cole? Who? Name them and I’ll take them out.”
I slipped inside her room and dropped my bag at my feet. The sound of all my toiletries banging around normally would’ve concerned me but I couldn’t care, not when I’d just been caught acting like the biggest whore in the entire state of California. “Me. Take me out. I… I… Oh, god. I keep doing this, Blaire. I keep coming to you falling apart. I’m sorry. I’m such an asshole. It’s not like you don’t have your own shit to deal with.”
She tilted her head and rolled her eyes. “Cut it out. Go take a shower and wash your face. Your makeup has never looked worse. And I say that with love because normally it’s perfect. Get this silly idea that you’re inconveniencing me out of your headwhile you’re in there. I live for this. You think I don’t have the rest of the day to panic about my own shit? This is a relief. If either one of us should be apologizing, it’s me, for how much I appreciate the distraction.”
She moved to hug me and I held up my hands. “No! Not until I shower.”
She looked at my makeup again and reeled back in horror. “No. No! Savannah! Go shower! If you have what I think you have on you, I’m going to vomit. It’s Jax’s, isn’t it? No, don’t tell me! Just go shower!”
When I got back to her room after scrubbing myself raw she was sipping at something from a mug and staring out of her window. I sat on the floor in front of her and stared down at my hands in my lap while my hair dripped down my back. “I’m sorry.”
Blaire passed the mug to me and sank to the floor beside me. “Hot chocolate. And you have nothing to be sorry for. I mean, I am traumatized that I saw what looked like splooge on your neck and it was possibly my brother’s, but I’m repressing that memory.”
“Don’t say splooge. God.” I shuddered and drained the rest of the hot chocolate. “I am sorry, though. I just… I can’t be there right now. Or maybe ever again. I’m humiliated, Blaire.”
“You can stay here for as long as you need to.” She saw me start to shake my head and grunted. “I mean it. It gets lonely here. Everyone treats me like pregnancy is contagious. My brother and dad sure aren’t trying to hang out with me. You act like a burden, Savannah, but honestly, you’ve made this year so much more tolerable for me. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.”
Tears filled my eyes and I scooted over so we were side to side, leaning against her bed. “Same. Hanging out with you has been the one thing getting me through. And if you’re serious aboutyour offer, I may take you up on it. I can’t go back to my room. At least not until enough time has passed for everyone to forget about what just happened.”
“Now I need to know what happened. Everything. Don’t leave anything out. Maybe just use a different name when you talk about my brother. Paul, maybe?” Gasping suddenly, Blaire crawled across her room, pregnant belly hanging low, and opened her mini-fridge. “I had enough stuff to throw together no-bake cheesecakes. And maybe it’s too much but I topped them with chocolate pudding. I added tahini on mine because my current pregnancy cravings are out of control.”
I took the cheesecake pudding concoction and scooped a too big bite into my mouth. I sank a little lower against the bed and moaned. “I truly don’t deserve you.”
“Now if we could just convince everyone else that I’m as great as you think I am.”
I swallowed my bite and stared over at her. She was perfect and it made no sense that people couldn’t see it. She was funny, smart, playful, and so kind that it made me want to be a better person so I deserved to be in her presence. She made desserts like a goddess and she had a Mary Poppins bag. People were clearly stupid.
