“And I want you to end whatever friends with benefits shit you have going on with Kinsley.”
I almost laugh, knowing I haven’t touched that girl since Savannah’s birthday—when she destroyed my sex life and claimed me for herself without even knowing she did it. But this, right here, is about control, and I’m not willing to give that up any time soon.
With one arm wrapped around her back, I pull her into me. “Do I look like I take orders from you?”
“You get what you give,” she retorts. “For every minute that you spend focused on that bitch, I’ll be flirting with Jace.”
She’s infuriating, pushing at all my buttons and making it hard to keep my cool. I lean down and press my lips to hers in a ravenous kiss that shows her just how close I am to snapping. When I back away, she’s momentarily dazed.
“Upstairs,” I repeat, and she rolls her eyes before finally listening.
“Bossy.”
I go into the kitchen and grab two bottles of water from the fridge, not wanting any excuse to leave my room for the rest of the afternoon. I shut off the light and make sure the door is locked before I make my way upstairs to my room. As I enter, I find her standing there, looking around the room she used to spend much of her time in, tauntingly similar yet different all the same.
Placing the bottles down on my dresser, I move to stand in front of her. She looks up at me through hooded eyes, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, and if things were different, I would spend every day of my life worshiping the ground she walks on. Instead, the only way I’m able to have her is like this—sexually, meaninglessly, and without any hopes for the future.
“Seeing you today, sitting on his lap with his hands all over you, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to rip you right out of his grasp.”
She almost seems remorseful as she frowns. “That’s the way I feel every time you’re with Kinsley. It’s like you want to be with her.”
“Is that what you want, to be with Jace?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I flirted with him because I knew it would make you mad.”
“Well, consider it a success—I’m mad.” I push her down so she’s lying on my bed and hover over her. “And you’re going to make it up to me.”
I press my mouth to hers, and my whole body comes alive at the contact, the way it always does. She hums into it, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer. My hands roam up her petite waist and make their way under her shirt.
It’s cruel, really, having to see her every day in this uniform. It’s like every one of my adolescent fantasies come to life. She looks like a naughty librarian with her skirt and knee-high socks. All I’ve wanted for weeks is to strip it off her—piece by piece.
She opens her mouth to allow me in, and our tongues tangle together. Tasting her is like heaven, knowing how sickeningly sweet she is. I slip my hand up her skirt and pull her panties to the side. The second my finger slips inside, she lets out a moan that goes straight to my dick.
“You’re so ready for me,” I tell her as her juices coat my finger.
It’s been no more than a minute, and I’m already hard as steel inside my pants. She reaches between us and rubs her hand over my clothing. I need to get them off. It’s too painful, too restricting. I push myself off her and pull my shirt over my head, before sliding my pants down. She lets her eyes rake over my body, whimpering from the intense attraction between us.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
She glares at me and rolls her eyes. “Shut up. You know you’re hot. I’m not about to boost your already inflated ego.”
I start to undress her, slowly—like we have all the time in the world, no matter how much it tortures me. By the time I’m done, she’s left in only her bra and panties. I stand in front of her and admire the sight. It’s no wonder everyone wants her. She’s got the body of a goddess.
“Like what you see?” She throws my own words back at me and I chuckle.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
It only takes another second before I’m back on top of her, grinding down to rub my hard cock against her through the thin material. It’s such a tease, and only makes me want her more, but it’s also driving her wild.
“Grayson,” she pleads as I suck a mark into her collarbone.
I pick my head up to look at her. “Yeah, baby?”
“I want you.”
Shaking my head, I place a short kiss at the corner of her mouth. “And I want you to keep your ass off other guys’ laps.”
I reach over to my nightstand, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer before turning to her. Her eyes widen when she sees them, but in a way that shows her exhilaration. I gesture for her to move up higher on my bed, and then kneel beside her. I place a cuff on one wrist and then wrap it around one of the poles on my headboard. As I put the other cuff on the remaining wrist, she tugs on the restraints—testing them and finding she can hardly move at all.
“Good?” The last thing I want is to leave marks on her flawless skin.
She nods, and that’s all the permission I need. I move toward the end of the bed and crawl between her legs, kissing from one knee, up her thigh. She squirms with pleasure, letting out small breathy moans in the process. Then, when I finally reach my destination, I move her panties to the side and blow a cool breath of air over her pussy.
“This,” I tell her, slipping my finger inside just enough to tease her, “is all mine. Let me find out anyone else came near this, and there will be hell to pay.”
She groans and throws her head back, obviously turned on by my possessiveness. However, I hope she knows I’m not the slightest bit kidding. Even just knowing Jace thinks about fucking her is enough to send me on a rampage.
I hook my thumbs into the waistline of her panties and pull them down her legs. She’s already dripping by the time I discard them on the floor and get back to business. I watch her reaction as I run my tongue over her clit. She groans, pulling on the cuffs and making them clink against the wood. When she arches her hips to try to find some friction, I back away.
“Lay still, or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I smirk. “Fucking try me, baby.”
With a whimper, she does her best to stay motionless. I add a finger, shoving two inside of her. The fact that she remains so tight tells me I’m the only one allowed to do this, and fuck if I’m not loving it. I lick into her, and her taste coats my tongue. It’s just as good as the first time, if not better, because this time, she’s at my mercy. I don’t need to hold back in fear of physically hurting her. Today, I’m taking everything I want.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she screams out. It’s harder than any time before this, and judging by the sounds she’s making, she doesn’t have any complaints. My fingers fuck into her, fast and ruthless. Yet, when her voice goes up an octave and she seems like she’s about to come undone, I stop.
“W-what?! Keep going.”
I grin deviously. “I told you, this is about my pleasure, not yours. This will be a whole lot easier if I don’t have to keep reminding you of that.”
Standing up, I pull my boxers off and let my cock free. She stares at it hungrily and licks her lips, silently telling me exactly what she wants—which happens to be where I was going with it anyway. I climb over her, placing my knees on either side of her chest. I line myself up at her mouth and she opens. Her tongue darts out and licks the head of my dick before I rock my hips to enter.
She sucks me off like a fucking professional, with just the right amount of suction and swirling her tongue around the head as I pull back. It feels too good. I lace my fingers into her hair and start to thrust, fucking her mouth the way I’ve wanted to for weeks. She stares up at me with watery eyes as she gags around my length. It’s hot, and dirty, and puts all my wet dreams to shame.
Before this ends sooner than either of us want, I pull out and m
ove to grab a condom. Just as I’m about to rip it open, she stops me.
“Wait.” I shoot her a confused look. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”
“Sav…”
She shakes her head. “You didn’t use one in the shower, and it felt incredible. And besides, you said today was all about you, right? Tell me it doesn’t feel better without one.”
After a very quickly settled internal debate, I throw the condom onto the floor and get back on the bed.
The second I push myself into her pussy, I need to tighten every muscle in my abdomen to keep from cumming on the spot. Unlike the shower, there’s no water to wash away the slickness of her pussy. It’s just her and me, skin on skin.
I grip her hips and start pounding into her—hard. She’s an absolute mess as I fuck her relentlessly, and I know it would only take a little pressure on the right bundle of nerves for her to let go, but there’s a lesson to be learned here. Besides, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back if she came around me right now, and I’m far from ready for this to be over.
Pulling out of her for a second, I flip her over. Her arms are crossed, and she doesn’t look the slightest bit comfortable, but there are no complaints as I put her on her knees, thrusting into her from behind. It’s rough, with much better leverage, and she’s in sexual bliss. Her moans are so loud that I’m starting to wonder if the neighbors can hear. It’s a good thing no one is home. The sounds coming from her mouth sound like they came straight from a porn flick.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I tell her, only to get a jumbled mess of words as a response.
Again, just when she’s about to reach her high, I stop. She drops her head down and lets out a low whine that only has me smiling. To see her so frustrated is exactly what I was looking for. I give it a couple seconds for her body to relax again, and then I’m back to thrusting harshly inside of her.
“Please let me cum. I need it, Grayson,” she pleads.
I slap her ass so hard it’ll probably leave a mark. “Do you still want Jace? Do you think he can fuck you better than I can?”
“No. No, no, no.”
“Who do you belong to, Savannah?”
“You,” she answers without hesitation. “Always you.”
“Better fucking believe it, baby.”
I pull out and flip her back around, immediately going back in, only this time I press my thumb against her clit and watch as she lets go. Her face contorts into the hottest expression I’ve ever seen as she comes undone and explodes around me. That alone is enough to bring me to my breaking point.
At the last second, I pull out and cum all over her stomach. Spurts of white cover her torso, and if I didn’t think she would kill me for it, I’d take a picture. She looks so fucking hot, and so fucking mine.
I collapse onto the bed next to her, leaving her covered in my essence and cuffed to the headboard. She’s stuck, like my own personal sex slave. What I wouldn’t give to be able to leave her there…to have her on demand for whenever I’m feeling like I need to get off—which is fucking constantly since I moved here and came face to face with her for the first time in years.
Getting up, I go to grab a towel from the bathroom and come back to clean her off. She lies there in a post-sex haze, watching me yet falling asleep at the same time. Once she’s not going to drip on my bed, I toss the towel into the laundry basket and get the key from my drawer. I remove one cuff at a time, but even though her hands are freed, they stay above her head.
“Are you okay?” I question.
“Mm-hm.”
A part of me wonders if I should bring her home, but I’m not quite sure I’m done with her yet. Instead, I climb in bed next to her, and before I know it, we’re both out cold.
I WAKE IN THE middle of the night, chilly and alone. A frigid breeze comes through the open window, one I remember being shut before I went to sleep. I pull on a pair of sweatpants and walk over to it. Savannah is sitting on the roof, and fuck, she’s dressed in my clothes. I climb out, careful not to slip, and join her.
“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
She smiles as she stares up at the stars. “This was always my favorite place in the world. I’ve missed it.”
Memory lane is not a place I’m willing to go with her, so instead of saying anything, I hum and admire the sky. Neither of us speak for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. I can remember the last time I was up here with her like it was yesterday. That first kiss meant everything to me—a ten-year-old kid who thought his dreams were about to come true, before they were all ripped away. It’s a bittersweet feeling.
“We should go back in, before we get sick,” I suggest.
Shrugging her shoulders, she finally looks at me. “I’m not tired.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I smirk. “I can think of plenty we can do to wear ourselves out.”
THE SOUND OF MY phone vibrating against the nightstand pulls me from my peaceful slumber. I go to reach for it but am stopped by the weight pressing down on my chest. After hours of what can only be described as sexual heaven, we fell asleep—wrapped up in each other. I slip out from under her and grab my phone before leaving the room.
“Hello?” I practically whisper to make sure I don’t wake her.
Tyson chuckles into the phone. “You know, I was going to ask why you weren’t here, but I think I just figured it out.”
I groan and go downstairs to the kitchen. “Fuck off. You don’t know anything.”
“So, you mean to tell me there isn’t a blonde in your bed right now?” He may be an asshole, but he’s the one person in my life that I’d never lie to. When I don’t answer, I can practically hear his grin. “That’s what I thought. So, you two are still fooling around, huh?”
“Yeah, all thanks to your fucking stellar advice. Thanks, dick. Now I can’t focus on what I’m supposed to be doing because every time I look at her, I want to fuck her against every surface of the room.”
He laughs. “Yeah, it may have been a little ill-advised, I’ll admit. Though, in my defense, I think I underestimated your feelings for her a bit.”
“I don’t have feelings for anyone,” I retort.
“Sure, you don’t, buddy.”
I roll my eyes. “Will you shut the fuck up and tell me what to do? How am I supposed to hurt her when all I can think of is fucking her senseless all the damn time?!”
Letting out a sigh, he takes a moment to answer. “Okay, maybe you should just relax on the revenge front for a little bit.”
“What?”
“Don’t jump down my throat, shithead. Just listen. Maybe you just need to ride this out. You spent your entire childhood pining after this girl, and with what you’ve been through, you’ve earned the right to live out that fantasy,” he explains. “So, let yourself enjoy this, and once it’s run its course, get back to what matters.”
I run a hand over my face. “Wouldn’t that be exactly what my dad didn’t want? For me to be involved with her?”
“When you were ten, maybe, but you’re not a little boy anymore, Grayson. You’re eighteen and more than capable of not becoming a pawn in her father’s games. I mean, unless you’re afraid you’re going to fall in love with her.”
Snorting, I shake my head. “Fuck you. You know I don’t fall in love with anyone.”
“Good. Just make sure you don’t let that happen, and you’ll be golden.”
The sound of someone coming into the room catches my attention. Savannah leans against the doorway, wearing only my T-shirt, and I’m immediately drawn to her.
“Ty, I have to go. I’ll text you later.”
He snickers. “Have fun.”
Without saying goodbye, I hang up the phone and look her up and down once more. She’s gorgeous, in that doesn’t even need to try kind of way, and all I want is to mark every inch of her skin.
“Hi.” She greets me, not coming any closer.
I get up and walk toward her, placing my hands on her wa
ist. “Hey.”
“I’m going to go get dressed, and then I’ll have Delaney drive me home.”
In a careful move, she arches up on her tiptoes and kisses me. It’s quick, and as sweet as she is, but it only makes me want her more. I’m battling between what I want and what my father wants, when finally, one wins.
She goes to turn away, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her cheek. “Don’t.”
19
Grayson
Savannah and I spend the entire weekend together. Both of us are insatiable, which leads to having sex in as many places around my house as we can manage. The kitchen, the den, the shower. We even wonder if we could get away with it on the roof, but for safety reasons, and the sake of Delaney, who could probably see us from her bedroom window, we decide against it.
When we’re not a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and breathy moans, we watch movies and make a failed attempt at baking a cake. What can I say? She tastes so much sweeter. The two of us laugh like we haven’t in years, and by the time I drop her off on Sunday night, we’re both exhausted.
AT SCHOOL ON MONDAY, I can already feel the shift in our dynamic. I’m not constantly battling between ruining her life and ripping her clothes off. She sends subtle looks my way, with a look in her eyes that tells me she’s replaying this past weekend in her mind. It’s torture to have to want her this bad and need to wait, but I fucking live for it.
By midday, Jace has kept his hands to himself, and Savannah has stayed off his lap. However, I know that if she gets the slightest inclination that I’m rubbing Kinsley in her face again, there’s going to be more of what she pulled Friday afternoon. Since I’m not able to handle that without risking a criminal record for breaking Haven Grace’s favorite kicker, I know I need to tell Kinsley it’s over.
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