Page 4 of Somebody to Save
Turning, I kept her hand in mine as we walked through the maze of couches and lounge chairs to the staircase leading to the second floor. She was much shorter than me, but she still found a way to keep up with my long, determined stride.
When we got to the top, I looked to my left, then right down the dimly lit hallway, and found room seven—my favorite number. We stopped in front of the door only long enough for me to slide the key in and unlock it.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I looked around the room quickly, noting the four-poster bed and the deep blue sheets as well as the condoms and other toys for us along one wall. It was dark and cozy, and that was all I noticed before I turned back to her.
Her wide eyes met mine, and I closed the distance between us, backing her up against the door. She sucked in a sharp breath, but her stare never wavered. Leaning forward, I dropped my head forward, skimming her smooth cheek with my lips before I took a deep breath.
God, she smelled amazing. Something sweet yet deep that I wanted to bottle so I could smell it forever.
I took another hit like a fucking crazy persona and chuckled. “You smell so good, Bubbles.”
She made a little sound deep in her throat as one of her hands tentatively braced against the exposed side of my face. “Take off the mask. I want to see the rest of your face,” she whispered.
In one swift motion, I lifted the edge and pulled it off. Dropping it to the floor, I ran my hand through my unruly hair.
My free hand settled on her hip, and she traced her eyes over my entire face for the first time.
Both of her hands braced against the scruff on my cheeks, and the beginnings of a smile tilted the edges of her lips. When it grew, I knew I had to have a taste.
Without preamble, I bent forward and brushed my lips against hers. My intention was to begin with a chaste kiss, to work up to all the dirty, depraved things I imagined doing withher, but that didn’t happen. When she whimpered and her hands fisted in the lapels of my jacket, every plan was decimated. I wrapped my hands under her ass and lifted her up into my arms as I kissed her.Hard.
All the hesitance I’d sensed before was gone. Her nails scraped against my scalp as she pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my hips. She felt so good against me. Her supple, sweet curves in my hands and her body pressed against mine.
Her mouth was heaven, and she willingly parted her lips for me when I slipped my tongue against her mouth.
With her in my arms, I walked the few feet to the edge of the bed and carefully laid her down. I immediately missed holding her, but seeing her spread out before me, blonde pigtails laid out beside her head and each breath coming in quick, short pants, I was consumed.
The light red birthmark down the side of her neck, trailing from her chin to her collarbone, was beautiful. I leaned forward and kissed the slightly textured skin. She squirmed beneath me, and I looked down at her body. Her hips pushed off the bed, searching for some sort of relief, and I smiled at how desire had taken over.
Her skin was hot against mine as she bucked once again and grazed my aching cock with her pussy. There were too many layers between us, and I had to get rid of them immediately.
“Please,” she begged, and my eyes flashed to hers as my hands dropped to the inside of her thighs.
I pressed them open, massaging her smooth skin for a moment until I shrugged my jacket off. By the time it hit the floor, I was reaching for my belt. Her eyes were fixed on my movements, sweet lips slightly parted, and a beautiful flush to her cheeks.
“Please, what, Bubbles? Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she panted as my belt dropped open, and I tugged my white button-down shirt free.
I shook my head and returned my hands to her thighs. Myfingers dug into her skin, and she gasped as her hips tried to move. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her eyes were glazed with desire as my gaze traveled down her body. I took a mental image of every curve and dip, including the way her at one time modest blue skirt rode up indecently around her waist. My view still partially hindered by the fabric, my fingers slid higher until I could grip that glorious place where her hips met her thighs and her ass curved.
“I need more than that. Give me specifics, baby girl. What part of me do you want?” Her eyes fluttered as I flipped her skirt up, exposing the warmth between her legs to the cooler air around us. I groaned and dropped my head back to the ceiling as I took a deep breath. “Because I know I want this pussy wrapped around my cock,” I said, reaching forward and ripping a hole in her tights, exposing the lacy, black panties underneath.
She gasped and looked down but didn’t fight me. Her head dropped back on the bed, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed. After a few hours together, I could tell she wasn’t as comfortable with dirty talk or expressing her desires as I was.
Which made it all the better when she nervously whispered, “Your cock. I want…your cock.”
Although my pants were unzipped and my belt was hanging open, my erection was still constricted inside my briefs, and just the sound of her cautious, innocent voice made me want to combust. Like she was testing the words on her tongue for the first time, weighing their sound and taste.
I pushed her panties to the side and sucked in a sharp breath. My thumbs parted her bare pussy lips so I could see the dark pink and wet flesh waiting for me. Her swollen clit sat just below a triangle of dark blonde curls, and my mouth watered.
I pressed the bundle of nerves with my thumb, and she cried out into the otherwise silent room. It echoed off the walls, and it was the most goddamn glorious sound I’d ever heard. Eager to watch her reactions and hear her cries over and over again, I rubbed tight circles over her clit.
Her eyes screwed shut, and she gasped as she cried, “Oh my god, yes!” Such a perfect reward. “Please, Beckett—” She realized her mistake immediately, and her eyes popped open.
My thumb stopped moving, and I glanced up at her, quirking one eyebrow in challenge. “What was that, Bubbles? Unless you want to tell me your real name, you should probably call me what we agreed upon.”
She blinked once and nodded.
