by Tara Hart
I bury my face between her legs, using her moans as a gauge of how she likes to be eaten. Hearing her breathing intensify with each lick only makes my tongue work harder and faster, eating her from side-to-side as her fingers work their magic. I lick her until she can’t hold her moans back any longer, her low muffled cries escaping before she can stop them. When I sense she’s close, I stand from where I’m kneeling and thrust my cock inside of her. She cries out, her hands fisting the comforter as I drive into her again.
“Fuck,” she cries. “Fuck me.”
And that’s exactly what I do. My balls slap against her ass as I slam inside of her again and again. As her moans get louder and her hands come to cup her breasts, I know I can’t hold back any longer.
I explode inside of her with one final thrust. She cries out, her hand finding mine, lacing our fingers together as her back arches off the bed. I watch her face as she comes and I swear, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her pussy clenches around my cock, making it throb.
When her the orgasm has stopped rippling through her body, she relaxes against the bed. Her eyes fall closed and a dreamy look settles on her face.
“Do me a favor,” she says as her breathing normalizes.
I raise my eyebrows. “Anything.”
Her head lifts from the bed, with one eye open, she waves toward her legs. “Take these stupid boots off of my feet.”
I chuckle lightly, still standing between her thighs, my cock now hanging loosely between my legs, still damp from being inside of her.
I unzip the first boot, pulling it off her and letting it fall to the floor. I gently massage her foot as she lets out a low moan.
“Don’t tease me,” she says as her head falls to the side.
Letting her foot rest against the bed, I unzip the other boot, bringing her bare foot to my mouth and sucking on her big toe. I watch as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, her hips writhing against the bed.
“Jared,” she whispers. “Don’t start something you can’t follow through with.”
I raise my eyebrows as I suck her next toe into my mouth. I gently nibble on the tip as I pull away. “Is that a challenge, Savannah?”
She giggles lightly before shifting her body up the bed.
“Come here,” she says as she rests her head against the pillow. “Lie with me.”
I let my weight fall onto the bed, resting on my stomach as Savannah moves onto her side so that she’s facing me.
Her fingers gently caress my back as her eyes lock with mine.
“Thank you for giving me a second chance,” she says quietly.
For the slightest moment I’d forgotten about her betrayal, but her words bring her games back to the forefront of my mind.
I smile cheekily. “Thanks for making me so fucking horny that my balls hurt.”
She tries to suppress it, but a giggle escapes.
Her fingers continue to trace lines against my skin until her nail catches on one of my battle wounds. She sits upright in bed, hugging a cushion to her naked body.
Her eyes go wide as her lips fall apart.
“Your skin,” she whispers.
She’s referring to the cuts that line my back from the glass that shattered when she broke my trust—my heart.
I shrug my shoulder out of her reach. I roll onto my side as my eyes focus on the door behind her. I begin planning my escape in case her questions become too much. “It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” her voice is low, but the concern is evident. “Did you do that to yourself?”
I screw up my face. “No,” I snap. “The other night I broke a photo frame, some of the glass must have been on the bed when I fell asleep.”
She scoffs, not until I say the words do I realize how absurd they sound.
I reach forward, running my hand over the curves of her body until it comes to rest on her hip. “It’s the truth,” I say finally.
A single stray tear falls from the corner of her eye and runs down her cheek.
Wiping it away with my index finger, I shush her. “Don’t be silly.”
She shakes her head as another tear falls, and then another. “I’m sorry I did this to you.”
I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
The words come out easily enough, little does she know I’m plotting my revenge. Selina will get what she deserves, as will anyone who helped her along the way.
Chapter 7
It’s dark. That’s the first thing I notice when I wake up. It’s dark and she’s still here.
I hadn’t planned on her staying over. Then again, I wasn’t exactly about to ask her to leave.
Savannah was different when she arrived—good different. The hunger, the desire, the trench coat, it was all so out of character for her. It felt somewhat planned—pre-orchestrated.
I wonder what part Selina took in the charade. Whether it was a collaboration or Savannah was acting alone.
I feel the mattress dip as she slips out of bed. She presses the display on her phone, the cool light filling the room. I hear her tip-toeing out of the bedroom, her hand twisting the bathroom door handle before slipping inside. As soon as the bathroom door latches, my body comes to life.
I wait until I hear the water running in the shower before I reach for her cellphone that sits on the bedside table. The display is still lit up, the background picture of Savannah and Selina smiling at the camera. When I finally manage to tear my eyes away from their smug faces, I press the messages icon.
I know what I’m doing is wrong. It goes against every moral fiber of my being and yet I can’t stop myself. I’m not even sure what I’m looking for until it’s staring right back at me.
Savannah’s last text is from Selina, just seeing her name causes my heart to hammer in my chest and then I read the message.
Selina: Are you there yet?
The message was received three hours ago, about the time Savannah arrived at the house.
My cheeks flush and the blood rushes through my body as my heart rate increases tenfold. I knew it. I knew that Savannah had come here on some sort of mission initiated by her deranged twin sister.
After everything we’ve been through it shouldn’t surprise me that Savannah is still playing games, and yet, it does.
For the slightest moment, I thought Savannah was being genuine. I will never let myself fall into that trap again.
Placing her phone back on the bedside table, I stand and walk through the bathroom door.
The room is full of steam, the humidity hitting me like a punch in the face. I can barely see her outline through the glass. She’s humming quietly to herself, probably plotting her next move.
I slide the glass door open and step into the sunken alcove. She jumps on the spot, letting out a shrill squeal before placing her hands flat against my chest.
“Jared.” She hits my shoulder playfully. “You scared me.”
My hands wrap around her middle, pulling her hips to meet mine. She gasps at first, but her body relaxes soon enough.
“I was lonely,” I say, my voice husky.
I can’t deny it, I’m turned on just by the sight of her. Her skin is smooth beneath my fingertips, the water making it easy for my hands to glide over her body intimately.
She pushes her hips into mine and I feel the curve of her pussy brush against my cock. It hardens instantly. Only Savannah can make me hard in no time at all. She barely needs to try.
I push her up against the cold tiles, my hands coming to rest on the wall next to her head. I kiss her hard, sucking the breath from her lungs and filling my own.
She uses the soap to lather up her hands, running them gently over my chest and down to my cock. I watch the smile spread across her lips. Rubbing my cock against the inside of her thigh, I tilt my head to the side.
She’s pinned between me and a flimsy piece of glass. I wish I could see her from every angle right now. Her ass woul
d look great pressed against the glass, but right here I can see her breasts. I dip my head and take her right nipple in my mouth, circling it with my tongue.
“Can you feel it,” I say. “Can you feel how lonely I was?”
Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. She kisses me, her tongue delving inside my mouth forcefully. She pulls away too soon, her gaze holding mine.
Chewing on the corner of her lip, she lathers up her hands once again, reaching between us, she pumps my cock slowly. Her fingers feel like pure silk against my throbbing cock. She pushes me back against the tiled wall as she bends down to her knees and looks up at my expectant face.
I’m breathless when I look down at her. She looks so perfect on her knees before me, her plump lips ready to encase my cock. The hunger is clear in her eyes.
She takes the length of me against her tongue and I groan loudly. My head rolls back against the tiles as my hips push toward her face. She withdraws and then takes me into her mouth again, this time so deep that she gags.
“Fuck,” I moan as my hand comes to the back of her head. Her hair is wet, sticking to her face as she fucks me with her mouth. The water splashes into her eyes, but she doesn’t care. She keeps sucking me off, her fingers toying with my balls, massaging me gently, watching my face, seeking my approval.
My eyes roll back in my head as she takes me deep. Her fingers forming a ring around the base of my cock as her sucking intensifies.
“Oh Savvy,” I moan. “Fuck, yes.”
She goes harder and faster, my moans only egging her on more.
I scrunch a fist full of her hair as I come close to my release. Holding my cock deep down her throat, I release all of the pent up anger and resentment that’s accumulated over the last few days down the curve of her throat. She doesn’t bat an eyelid, swallowing every last drop that I give her.
Sliding my cock from her tongue, she licks the remnants of come from the tip, offering me a seductive smile afterward.
I help her to her feet, my hands wrapping around her middle once again. I dip my head and kiss her lips slowly, my tongue tasting the pleasure I’ve just squirted into her mouth.
Her hands reach around my body, hugging me tightly as her cheek rests against my chest.
“Thank you,” she mutters against my skin.
I scrunch up my face, not that she can see me. “What for?”
She stays silent for a moment and I wait with bated breath for her to answer.
“For letting me back into your life,” she says finally.
It confuses me. The way she’s acting, the things she’s saying, it’s like she’s playing this role all too well.
I press a kiss to the crown of her head as my emotions continue to build inside.
If Savannah’s playing me, she’s doing a damn good job at it.
Chapter 8
My eyes drift open to find her sleeping peacefully by my side. My eyes trail up to her face and I notice that she purses her lips, even when she’s sleeping.
“Stop staring,” she mumbles without opening her eyes.
I chuckle. It’s the first time I’ve genuinely laughed in what feels like forever.
I roll over and stumble out of bed. “I wasn’t staring.”
We didn’t sleep much last night. After the shower, we made love two more times and I must have drifted off when I was holding her in my arms. I can still smell her on my skin. It’s sweet and fruity, like cherries on a warm summer’s day.
I slip a white t-shirt over my head and brush my fingers through my hair, pushing the tips away from my face.
“Do you want to go to brunch?” She sits upright in the bed, clutching the bed sheet against her chest.
My first instinct is to turn her down, after all, I can’t be seen in public with Savannah, but then again, who would know the difference? Sitting at a bustling cafe with Savannah could be exactly what I need right now.
“Sure.”
She slides out of bed, draping the bed sheet around her body as she walks. She passes me, stepping onto her tippy toes and pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek.
“I’ll have a shower first,” she says, the same insatiable smile upon her lips.
“You want me to join you?” I ask, my voice coated by lust and need. By now I should be satisfied, but I’m not.
She stops walking, her hand grasping the bathroom door handle. “It would be nice to have an extra pair of hands.” She bites the corner of her lip without knowing she’s doing it. “You know, to wash the hard to reach places.”
Smiling coyly, I slip the t-shirt over my head before throwing it to the floor. “I’ll be right in.”
She giggles as she enters the bathroom. I hear her humming to herself before the water starts rushing through the pipes. Over the sound of the water, I hear her phone sound. The tone is subtle, yet it causes alarm bells to ring in my ears.
My eyes dart from the bathroom door to her phone that’s still sitting on the bedside table. Sure, looking at her phone is a dick move, but after everything she’s put me through, I deserve to know if she’s playing me.
Within two strides the phone is sitting in my reach. It takes my eyes a moment to focus, but when they do, it confirms everything.
Her name is on the screen, glaring back at me like a big neon pink sign. The message short, but the confirmation I’ve been searching for.
Selina: Did you get it?
My heart hammers in my chest as I look at the screen. Despite the seemingly genuine acts of Savannah, the games haven’t stopped. Far from it.
I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the bare wall where our wedding photo used to hang. These twins have threatened to ruin my life, and by inviting Savannah into my home, I’m gifting them the ammunition they need.
Minutes later, Savannah returns to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her middle and her damp hair dripping down her back.
She eyes me cautiously. “You didn’t join me.”
I clear my throat. “No.”
No, I did not.
She gives me a sideways glance. “Is everything okay?”
I stand, picking up my clothes from the floor and collecting them into a pile. “I’m just hungry,” I lie. “Let’s get out of here.”
We sit outside of the waterfront cafe. It’s cooler than I expected, but I welcome the chill against my skin. It’s like a welcome cold shower when you need to wake the fuck up. I rest my elbows on the table as I look out to the water. It’s angry today. A storm is brewing. I can feel it.
Savannah sits opposite me, her arms wrapped over her front as she cradles her coffee cup in her lap.
“It’s cold today,” she says as if it’s not obvious as fuck.
I nod my head.
She sighs gently, even though it’s picked up by the breeze, I still hear it.
Savannah reaches across the table, her finger touching my elbow, silently urging me to look at her.
When my eyes travel to her face, I notice that she looks genuinely concerned. No one in this world confuses me more than Savannah. No one.
“What’s wrong?” She sighs again, this time more obviously.
I have a million responses ready to go, and yet, none of them seem appropriate. At the end of the day, there’s one glaring problem that’s staring me in the face—Savannah is Selina’s sister.
“Why did Selina send you over last night?” I ask. I watch as the blood drains from her face and her skin turns paler than usual.
She eyes me cautiously. “What do you mean?”
“Enough with the fucking games, Savannah. I know you’re working with her. I saw the messages on your phone.”
Her eyebrows reach up her forehead. “What messages?”
It angers me that she’s denying it, her expression one of naivety and innocence.
“I know she sent you over to get something, Savvy. What is it? What does your sister want?”
She licks her lips as her mouth turns dry. She takes another sip of her cof
fee, placing the mug on the table between us.
“Nothing,” she says finally, the word so quiet that I have to strain to hear it.
“You’re playing games,” I say between clenched teeth. “You’re a pawn in her fucking game. Tell me what she wanted.”
Tears well in her emerald green eyes. Usually, I’d feel guilty about making a woman cry, but not today—not with Savannah.
“A key,” she says so softly that it’s barely a whisper.
I take it as an admission of guilt and I’m not going to lie, it hurts.
My forehead wrinkles in confusion. “A key?”
She nods her head. “A key to the house.”
I changed the locks, I think to myself. Selina can’t get in, even if she wanted to.
I stand abruptly, dropping a twenty on the table before meeting Savannah’s gaze.
“Did you get the key?” I ask, my hands coming to rest on my hips. “Did you get your fucking key?”
She shakes her head, no.
I don’t know whether to believe her, but at this point, I couldn’t give a fuck whether she has the key or not.
“You’re a whore,” I say, the words dripping with venom.
“Jared…”
“You’re the definition of whore,” I continue, my voice low as I bend down to look into her eyes. Blue meets green, both wide and frantic, she’s searching for my understanding and I’m searching her eyes for an ounce of regret. I think I find it, but I ignore the facade once more.
“Your sister pimps you out and you do anything she wants. You slept with me to get her what she wants. Haven’t you got any self-respect?”
She looks as though she’s about to burst into tears.
I don’t wait for her response, I push my chair backward and rush away from the cafe. I walk in the opposite direction of my car instead, heading for the city.
I make it across the first road without stopping, but get caught at the next set of lights, waiting for them to turn green, the anticipation surging through my veins. She confirmed everything. She came over on her sister’s behalf. She slept with me in order to get what her sister wanted. She had me fooled for the slightest moment, but I will never make that mistake again.