Down and Out(29)

Would it really be that bad if we just fooled around this one time? What’s the worst that can happen? It won’t even be sex, it’ll just be . . . a friend helping out another friend.
Oh, God, I’m rationalizing this.
Damn it, self-restraint, you never were my strong suit.





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 clit. “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. “Fuck, 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.