Down and Out

I’ve got to be dreaming right now. There’s no way Savannah’s lying underneath me, fisting my shirt as I kiss her neck. No f*cking way.
Pulling back, I stare down at her. Pink suffuses her cheeks. Her lips are slightly parted as shallow breaths leave her. Gray eyes stare back at me, wild and a little unsure.
I imagine they look a lot like mine right about now.
My right hand’s resting on her hip, over her shorts. Tentatively, I reach up and snake my fingers under the hem of her shirt, grazing her belly.
I’m totally prepared for her to push my hand away or yell at me to get off her. I mean, she’s not gonna let me touch her like that. She’s not gonna let me get her off.
Her eyes flutter closed as she bites her lip, and my eyes grow wide. The one thing I’m not prepared for? Her being into it.
Holy shit.
My fingers trail lower, barely dipping under the waistband of her denim shorts, when her eyes fly open and I freeze. I stay like that—half-in, half-out—for several heartbeats. With her eyes locked on mine, she nods her acquiescence and my brain just explodes.
Lifting up slightly, I unbutton and unzip her shorts, then slip my hand inside her panties and down into smooth, wet folds. My head dips to the hollow of her neck as I grip the couch’s armrest with my free hand. My dick is straining against my jeans, and I’m so hard it hurts, but I don’t care. This isn’t about me. This is about her.
Savannah’s been screwed over her whole life and while she might not want my sympathy, she’s got it. I know a quick orgasm won’t make up for any of the shit she’s been through, but I want to do this for her. She deserves something that’s all hers, something that’s done solely to make her happy.
Look at me being all selfless and shit.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders with every pass over her *. “So responsive,” I murmur. “I like that.”
It’s a tight fit with her shorts still on, but that doesn’t stop me from moving lower and pushing a finger inside her. My jaw clenches at her subsequent groan. She’s so wet and so tight.
“What were you thinking about last night when you were using your vibrator? Were you thinking about this?”
“Not exactly,” she breathes. “Your mouth was doing most of the work.”
I groan and press a kiss to her jaw. “Kitten, I’m dying to go down on you and taste what’s all over my fingers right now. I’d lick and suck you for hours if I could, but I don’t trust myself to stop there. If any of your clothes come off, I’m afraid all of them will.”
The heel of my palm rubs against her as I thrust slowly. I’m lost in the heat of her breath on my ear and the taste of her skin on my tongue as I kiss her neck. Her soft body perfectly molds under me and as my nose brushes her hair, all I can smell is her strawberry shampoo and the hint of soap still lingering on her pale skin. There’s no sickly sweet perfume, no rock-hard mounds underneath my chest—
Guilt floods me instantly. Jamie has no place here, and it’s not fair of me to compare Savannah to anyone, because this—this touching, even with all our clothes on—is more intimate and real than anything Jamie and I ever had.
The startling realization has my rhythm faltering and Savannah’s breathing hitching in my ear as she fists my shirt. I withdraw from her wet heat and circle her sensitive flesh, my soaked fingers easily sliding over her skin. She grips my biceps and rocks her hips underneath me as a breathy moan brushes my ear, making my eyes screw shut so tight that I see stars.
That moan . . . oh, dear God, I’ll remember that moan for the rest of my life. It’s going straight into the spank bank.
My cock feels like it’s about to explode and I briefly realize I may very well cream my jeans, but I can’t bring myself to care when she’s busy wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. “Declan, please,” she breathes against my cheek.
The need in her voice, coupled with the way her legs tremble against me, has me sliding back inside her as I tease and stroke her harder, faster. I think I’d give her any goddamn thing she wants if she asked me in that breathy, needy voice.
“Please what?” My hips start mindlessly thrusting against her thigh, searching for any kind of release from this pent-up tension that’s got me harder than I’ve ever been. “Make you come?”
She clenches around me, moaning, and my cock throbs in response. “You have no idea how much I want to feel you squeezing my dick like that.”
Her hands skim down my sides until she’s gripping my hips and guiding me as I grind against her. “Get a condom on and you can.”
The hollow of her neck absorbs the low, tortured groan that leaves me. “F*ck, baby, you can’t say stuff like that. I promised you this wouldn’t be about me. Don’t make me break my promise.” My eyes clamp shut as I struggle to remain in control. I’m a hairsbreadth away from pulling my jeans down and shoving into her as it is. I don’t need her encouraging me.
“Sorry.” The word’s a breathless whisper as she rocks her hips under me, her hands sliding under my shirt to stroke my stomach. My abs tense at the light, teasing touch. I want more, and I want it lower.
Like she can read my mind, she moves south and tries to undo my fly.
“Goddamn it.” I pull out of her panties and pin both of her hands above her head, leaning back to look at her. “If you really want to go down this road, I will gladly take your shorts off and bury myself so far inside you, you won’t be able to tell where I end and you begin. But let me warn you, Kitten, it won’t end there. Before the night is over, I’ll have had you in every way imaginable, and on every damn surface in this apartment. You sure you’re up for that?”
Savannah bites her lip, looking a bit unsure.
The last thing I want to do is make her second-guess what we’re doing, but I need her to see how tenuous my self-control is right now. I want her too much, and if she keeps pushing it, I won’t be able to stop myself.
Releasing her wrists, I kiss a path down to the pulse point on her neck. Her arms wrap around me, her fingers threading through my hair as I work my hand back into her panties. She moans as I delve two fingers inside her.
“Purr for me, Kitten.”
Her breathless retort doesn’t disappoint. “Shut up,” she murmurs. “You’re ruining it.”
I chuckle against her neck as I move within her, earning me a catch in her rapid breathing as her arms tighten around me. My fingers press against her front wall as I pump into her, my palm sliding back and forth over her *, and that’s when it happens—the tensing of her body under me, the tightening of her walls around my fingers, and the gasp as her whole body shudders under mine. I milk her orgasm for a few more seconds, wringing every “oh, God” and “Declan” from her writhing body.
Eventually I slow, my fingers languidly gliding in and out of her tightness as aftershocks spasm through her, and I grin into her neck as her heart beats wildly beneath mine. “I don’t think you can get much sweeter than that.”
My fingers pull out of her and I withdraw my hand from her shorts, leaning back to look at her. She won’t meet my eyes, and the strangest thing occurs to me: I never even kissed her.
I’ve already been inside her and I haven’t even properly kissed her yet. That doesn’t sit well with me. It’s . . . blasphemous.
Her eyes widen as I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. It’s not meant to be passionate, it’s not meant to lead to anything else. It’s meant to be more of a thank you.
She blinks as I pull away and sit up, and I catch sight of her pink and white polka dot panties peeking out through the undone fly of her shorts. Couple that with the dampness still on my fingers and my raging hard-on, and the atmosphere instantly changes as we’re thrown into that awkward “what now?” phase. The silence lingers between us as she sits up and adjusts her clothes, the severity of what we’ve just done settling over me.
I just finger-f*cked my female employee on my couch. Oh, God. . .
My head hangs as I run my fingers through my hair. Shit. What the hell was I thinking?
She clears her throat and sets her feet back on the floor. “Do you need me to. . .?”
She trails off and points to the bulge in my lap. There’s no use trying to hide it at this point. I’m so hard you could camp under this tent.
I shake my head, barely able to look at her. “I told you, that’s not what this was about.”
“Are you sure?” She’s got her bottom lip between her teeth and her clasped hands are resting between her knees.
My dick twitches in protest, and I mumble a silent “f*ck off” at him. Bastard’s the one who got me into this mess to begin with. But I can’t exactly stay mad at him, because that was just . . . awesome. The best damn time I’ve spent between a girl’s legs in a really long time and I didn’t even come.
A smirk lifts my lips as I recall the way she gripped my shoulders and neck as she came on my fingers, her stuttered breath hot on my ear. “I promise you, I’m fine. More than fine. It’s like I’m at the Academy Awards, Kitten. I’m just happy to be here.”
Her mouth mashes together, like she’s trying to keep from smiling. “Okay, well . . . thanks.”
Thanks? I get her off and she says thanks?
I stare at her in bewilderment as she gets up and walks around the coffee table, heading out of the living room and down the hall, where she disappears from my view.
Sighing, I rub my hands over my face and lean back into the sofa. I need to give her a few minutes to use the bathroom if she has to, because once I get in that shower, I’m not getting out until my balls are empty.