Fuck, I need to be buried inside her sweet cunt – and soon.
I grab my wallet and throw down two twenties. We haven’t even ordered yet, but I can’t wait any longer. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. I almost yank her out of the booth and toward the door. “We’re leaving.”
Savannah doesn’t argue, she follows me out of the restaurant, past the confused-looking hostess.
Sorry, buddy, but if you knew how wet this girl was, you’d understand the need for speed.
I’m parked down the block, but we don’t even make it that far. To my surprise – and joy – Savannah suddenly stops dead on the sidewalk, then yanks me into an alleyway.
Before I can think twice, her soft limbs are wrapped around me, and that lush, wicked mouth is on mine.
Fuck. Yes.
I kiss her back, hard, and shove her up against the wall. Savannah moans, pressing into me, her breasts hot against my chest. I run my hands over that amazing body, grabbing her ass and driving her harder into me, against my aching, rock-hard cock.
Savannah bites down on my lip. Yeah, I can play like that. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I shove her dress up around those sweet thighs and grind against her, loving the feel of her body, but needing her 100% more naked, and fast.
She thrusts back, panting now. In the dark alley, her face is shadowed, but I can see the look in her eyes and fuck if it doesn’t send me closer to the edge. She wants this.
She wants me.
I reach between us and push her panties aside. I stroke over her slick clit and then bury two fingers inside her.
She groans into my mouth, bucking against my hand. Fuck, she can’t get enough. I thrust my fingers hard, grinding my palm against her clit.
“Fuck,” Savannah gasps. “Cash.”
Hearing my name like this is such a fucking turn on. She’s so wild, I knew she’d be like this. A hellcat, ready to fight. I pump faster, her slick channel so fucking tight, it makes me crazy.
I’m going to fuck her all night. I’m going to show this girl things she’s never dreamed of.
I dip my head to her breasts, nipping at her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Savannah clutches hold of my head, practically offering her breasts to me on a silver platter.
Fuck yeah, baby. This is only the appetizer.
She’s close, I can feel it. Suddenly, her climax rips through her, and I can’t hold back anymore. I reach for my zipper, and that’s when she pulls away, gasping.
“What’s that sound?” she asks.
“What?” The only sound I care about is the scream when my cock drills deep inside her.
“Your phone,” Savannah says, flushed and panting. “Someone’s calling.”
“Fuck them.” I growl. “Or to be precise, fuck you.”
“Wait, Cash—” Savannah slips down from my embrace. She yanks her dress down, looking around. “What are we doing?”
“Well, I was just making you come your brains out,” I say, impatient. I’ve got a hard on like you wouldn’t believe, and I haven’t even gotten started showing this girl what I can do.
“But, here?” Savannah straightens up. “We could get arrested! You need to answer your phone, and we need to go someplace else.”
I’m about to yell in frustration, when she gives me a sudden blinding smile. “Somewhere with a bed,” Savannah says. “And a locked door, and a supply of energy drinks.”
I relax. Now she’s talking.
“Consider it a deal.” I button my pants again, and pull my phone from my pocket. 3 missed calls.
Tasha.
Savannah crosses the street ahead of me to the car, and I call my sister back.
“Hey Tasha, what’s up?”
“Cash, can you come get me? Please?” I can hear the tears in her voice over the pounding music. Wherever she is, it’s not a place I want my baby sister to be. Shit. I will never, ever give Jackson a hard time about being overprotective of Shelby ever again.
Ever.
My lust disappears. “Where are you?” I demand. “Text me the address. I’m leaving now.”
“Okay. Please hurry.”
I hang up, and the address is almost instantly in my messages. I recognize the street— Tasha’s on Frat Row. There isn’t time to explain all of this mess to anyone.
“What’s up?” Savannah asks, when I catch up with her. She’s looking so damn good in the streetlight, I hate myself for having to do this..
“I have to go,” I say. “It’s an emergency at the bar.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. “OK, that’s fine.”
“Savannah—”
“Cash.” Leaning in, she kisses my cheek. “It’s your job, I get it. You can drop me off on your way.”
My phone beeps again. Tasha, only for you.
Dammit.
“Actually, I need to hurry, and you’re kind of out of the way.” I’m such a dick, and it shows on her face, but there’s no time. “Can you grab a cab?”
Savannah blinks. “Sure.”
“Look, there’s one now.” I flag it down, and hustle her inside before she can say a word. “I’ll call you tomorrow, OK?”
“OK—”