Page 59 of Heartbreaker
I stand at the edge of the bed, shoving my jeans down my legs, and her eyes lock in on my already hardened cock. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask, stroking the head.
Savannah smirks. “Dealer’s choice.”
I wrap my arm around her waist when I climb back onto the bed, pulling her to straddle my hips. Savannah whimpers as the head teases her entrance and rocks her hips against mine. Bracing her palms on my chest, she digs her fingers into my pecs and leans down to kiss me. I bite down on her bottom lip and center my cock, pushing inside her. The anticipation is fucking brutal—it’s been entirely too long since the last time I got lost inside her.
“You okay, Sweetheart?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer verbally; instead, she slowly lowers herself until she is fully seated. She doesn’t move for a few heartbeats, adjusting to the newfound fullness.
Savannah’s body begins to move in slow waves, swallowing my dick whole with each complete cycle, and it’s heavenly. My hands find her hips, digging into the flesh but not forcing her to move any faster. I let her set the rhythm, set the pace, as she rocks against me. Her back curves, her hands grasping onto my legs, and her head falls back, the ends of her long braid tickling the tops of my thighs.
“Fuck. Just like that.” I can’t contain a soft whimper from the intense pleasure when she moves at this new angle. The view is breathtaking. She is breathtaking. I wish this could last forever. She sits up taller, her left hand coming up to squeeze her breast. Delicate fingers tweak and pinch her nipple, and all I can think about is doing the same damn thing.
Her hands fall to the comforter on either side of my head when she leans forward. The gentle brush of her nipples against my chest drives me fucking mad. I squeeze the doughy flesh of her left breast, kneading it before lifting it to my mouth. My tongue swirls over the pebbled bud of her nipple. A soft moan ripples through her when my teeth graze it, and then I soothe it with my tongue again. Over and over again, I draw out delicious sounds from her as she rides me.
My free hand roams her body, relearning every inch of the naturally tanned flesh I can touch, before I reach down to cup her ass.
Gripping her sides, I force her movements to quicken, force her pussy to slide up and down my dick at a brutal pace, taking in every last inch before I pull almost completely out again. She’s close—I can feel it in the way she tightens around me.
I wrap my right hand around her throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. Nothing too hard, but enough pressure to hold her still. Our lips brush, but I never allow them to close the gap, and her breath comes out in heavy gasps.
“You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Like you were made just for me.” She whimpers as I whisper the words. And the more praise I feed into her ear, the wetter she gets, her arousal dripping down between us. “You want to come on my cock, Savannah?” She nods, and I release her. “Then show me how bad you want it.”
Savannah sits up, but instead of intensifying her movements, it feels like she slows down. Each roll of her body strokes every inch of my cock, and it drives me fucking wild. She slowly guides her hand down her abdomen, reaching between her legs to finger her clit, and the response from her body is immediate.
My name falls past her lips in a soft gasp, her movements stuttering. My fingers dig into the flesh of her sides, driving her forward through her orgasm. Her walls tighten around my cock as she comes undone above me.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I roll us so I’m on top, and Savannah gasps when I push back inside her, hooking her ankles around my back. My nerves are on fire as she moves with me, matching each thrust with her own. “I’m close, Sweetheart,” I whisper, and she whispers the same. Unbridled heat and ecstasy fill my veins when I pump into her one final time and crest the wave of my own orgasm. Her head falls back, mouth open in a voiceless moan as I come inside her. Her nails dig deeper into the skin of my shoulders, and I feel her walls clench around me at the start of another orgasm.
The feeling that follows is one that no word can truly express—euphoria, maybe? I collapse beside her, and she leans over to kiss me, soft and leisurely. Our mouths molding together, tongues tangled in a slow embrace meant to relish the moment, not rush it. Her nails scrape gently across my scalp as we lie like that for a while, catching our breath and enjoying the high.
I meet her contented stare when we part, and I beg, “Say it again.”
Savannah’s thumb grazes across my lips, then traces the line of my jaw with her finger, touch as light as a feather. When she looks up to meet my gaze once again, she whispers, “I love you, John.”
The words clench my heart. That’s all I’ve wanted to hear from the moment I saw her in NextGen two years ago. Gathering her fingers in my hand, I bring the tip of each one to my lips before planting a brief kiss on her lips. “I am so glad you decided to break that rule.”
The humid Florida air smacks me in the face the moment I step out of the Tampa airport. It’s thick and heavy, already coating my skin in a thin layer of perspiration, a stark contrast to the bitter cold I left behind in Salt Lake City. I hoped it would be a little cooler here, considering it’s still early—hardly eight in the morning—but no such luck. Raelynn gave me a ride to the airport on Sunday, which means I have to take a cab home unless I want to walk. Rae hadn’t anticipated Brody asking her on a date last night, or I would’ve never ridden with her, but who was I to stand in the way of their long-anticipated shot at love? It’s only taken five years and three failed relationships between the two of them, including Rae and Nash, who broke up almost five months ago. She and my brother started dating at the end of 2012, despite my warnings to him that it would be hard, considering our schedules. They were good together, but I think she and Brody are better suited.
I glance at the cab station, where there are zero cabs.Fantastic. Of course, there wouldn’t be any cabs the one time I need one. I’m tired, I’m starving, and I’m in desperate need of a coffee. I wonder if I can convince whatever cabbie picks me up to stop for one. I’ll even buy him one. Yes, I could walk back into the airport and get one, but I don’t want an overpriced chain coffee where they burn the beans. I want an iced coffee, medium ice, with a thin layer of vanilla cold foam, and the best place to get that is at Cream & Sugar, the coffee shop four minutes and thirty-seven seconds from our house. I discovered it accidentally a few months after I moved into John’s house, not long after Wrestlefest XXX, and now I go almost every day we’re home.
“Looks like you need a ride.” Normally, a random man shouting something like this at me wouldn’t end well…for him, but the sound ofhisvoice stops me in my tracks. I must be dreaming because he’s not supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be in Canada, but the bite from my nails embedded into my palms tells me this isn’t a dream.
My heart skips a beat when I turn on my heel and see him standing there. Dropping my bags, I sprint straight into his arms, wrapping my arms and legs securely around him. A deep inhale fills my lungs with the warm scent of him—earthy scents of blue cypress and vetiver—and he chuckles when I tighten my grip.
“I missed you, too, Sweetheart.” John kisses me, and I can’t hold back a hum of sweet satisfaction, feeling his lips on mine. It’s been two weeks since I last saw him. Two weeks since I dropped him off at this exact airport to fly north of the border for a guest role on some television show that neither of us watches, but that sounded like fun, regardless. He wasn’t scheduled to come home until Thursday. What is he doing here?
“What are you doing here?” I ask, pulling back to look in his eyes. His hair is slightly longer than when he left, and there’s scruff on his chin. “I thought you weren’t coming back until—”
“They didn’t need me as long as they thought,” he says with a soft smile. “I got in a couple of hours ago. Brody mentioned he and Rae were sticking around Salt Lake, so I thought I’d surprise you.” Instead of answering, I embrace him again, burying myself in the crook of his neck. “I brought coffee.”
My grip immediately loosens, and my feet fall to the pavement, walking toward the Jeep of their own accord. I hear him chuckle behind me before he opens the door, revealing the same iced coffee I’d been dreaming of not two minutes ago. “God, I love you,” I say before taking a long sip.
We’ve been together for over three years, and every day I fall more in love with this man than I was the day before—even days he makes me so mad I could cuss him up one side and down the other. But I don’t…Usually.
“Ready to go home?” John asks. His fingers thread through the belt loops of my jeans, tugging me into him again.
“Only if that means you’ll scratch this itch I’ve had for the last two weeks.”
His brows shoot up, and the twinkle in his eye makes me giggle. “You didn’t even have to ask.”
