SEEING Summer sitting at the family table when I entered the room with Leticia by my side had shocked me. She was the last person I expected to be there. Though I should’ve known. I love my sister, but she’s a secret schemer. She knew bringing Summer Savage for Thanksgiving break would tilt the entire family on its axis.
Mother is beside herself at having to host the daughter of her ex-husband’s mistress for a week. Father is most likely interested in getting in Summer’s pants. He already conquered the mother, why not conquer the daughter too? I know how he thinks. We’re similar, him and me.
I won’t let that happen.
And then there’s me.
My earlier interactions with Summer at school had set me on edge. Made me angry. I’d fully planned on demanding Leticia give me a blow job tonight. I wanted her to prove she wants to be with me. She’s agreeable, but we haven’t done much beyond share an occasional kiss, and that was a while ago.
I wouldn’t have fucked her. Not yet. But I would’ve probably imagined Summer’s lips wrapped tight around my dick the entire time I was with Leticia.
Jesus, I have issues. All of them stem from my need for Summer.
Didn’t have to demand a blow job from Leticia tonight though. Seeing Summer had done something to me. It did something to her too. She flew out of the room and I waited barely a minute before I went chasing after her. Like I couldn’t resist.
I suppose I can’t.
Fucking her in the bathroom had been necessary. Once I came inside her, I calmed. I could get through the torturous dinner. Deal with Leticia’s fawning ways and whispery words of encouragement. The girl is dying for me to make it official. Her parents want us married as soon as possible, as does my mother. Father is the one who told me to pump the brakes and enjoy myself before I get tied down. Before we left the restaurant, he mentioned if I was really smart, I should try and marry for love.
Fucking hilarious, that guy.
I pace around the guest bedroom and go to the giant window, flinging back the thick silk curtains. It’s coming down hard outside, the sound of the rain hitting the house loud in the quiet stillness. A streak of lightning crosses the sky, followed by a roll of thunder, reminding me of the night I protected Summer in the gardens, beat to shit by Elliot and his idiot friend.
That feels like a long time ago. A lot has happened since then.
Without thought, I take off my clothes, letting them all drop in a pile, until I’m completely naked. I go to the bed and slip beneath the covers, propping myself against the pile of pillows, the sheet and duvet draped across my lap. I wait patiently, watching the storm play out. Attuned to every sound that comes from behind the bathroom door.
The water shutting off. The glass shower door opening. I don’t wait for girls. I’ve never done this before. They come to me, we fuck, it’s over. For once, anticipation curls through me, settling in my cock, my balls. I’m going to push aside my needs tonight, and make this night good for her. I could tell she wasn’t lying when she said she forgot it was her birthday. My family is overwhelming. I am overwhelming. Savage is strong, but not always.
She needs to learn how to be stronger.
The bathroom door finally opens, and she steps into the room, wrapped in a stark white terrycloth robe my mother leaves for all guests to use, like we’re a goddamned hotel. Her hair is wet, her face scrubbed clean and her exposed skin is pink from the hot water.
I wonder if she’s pink everywhere.
“I said I wanted you naked,” I drawl, raking my gaze over her.
“I am.” Her fingers play with the knotted belt. “I just didn’t want to walk out of the bathroom naked.”
I raise a brow. “Why not?”
A flash of lightning illuminates the room, followed by a shaking boom of thunder. “It’s cold.”
I flip the covers back on the empty side of the bed. “Join me.” She makes to crawl on the bed, but I stop her. “Take the robe off.”
She slowly undoes the belt, the fabric parting, offering me a glimpse of her naked form. I watch, completely entranced as she shrugs the heavy robe off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing herself completely.
“Do I pass inspection?” she asks saucily.
“Come here,” I growl and she crawls under the covers, my fingers curling into her wet hair and pulling her to me so I can give her a scorching kiss. “What do you want?” I murmur against her lips.
She blinks open her eyes and pulls away. “What do you mean?”
“For your birthday. What do you want? I’ll give you whatever you desire.”
I think of all the things I want from her. I’d love for her to be on her knees for me and do whatever I demand of her. I’d love to take her ass. We’ve never done that, and I want to lay claim to the one spot no one else has ever touched. If she wants to sit on my face for hours, I’d comply, giving her so many orgasms she’d barely be able to walk after I was through with her.
“I want you to cuddle with me,” she finally answers, her voice small.
“What?” I frown, not understanding.
She shifts away from me, shrugging one bare, smooth shoulder. My gaze drops to her tits. Her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth. “I want you to hold me.”
When she remains quiet, I say, “And what else?”
“That’s it.”
“Really?” I sound skeptical.
“It’s not always about sex, Whit,” she says shyly.
“It is for me,” I return.
“Is it really though?”
I snap my jaw shut, contemplating her. Wondering what’s going on in that mysterious head of hers. She throws me for a loop every fucking time I think I have her all figured out.
It’s maddening.
“You want to cuddle?” I say it like it’s a dirty word.
She nods. “Please.”
I open my arms to her and she comes to me, her fragrant curves nestled close, her head resting on my shoulder as she places her hand on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, hating how fast my heart beats from her nearness. Hating more that she can hear it, thanks to her cheek pressed against the center of my chest.
“You’re like a child, needing cuddles,” I say with a faint sneer.
She laughs, her nails skimming my chest. “I’m the same age as you. Exactly.”
“What time were you born?”
“Just after noon.”
“I was born at four in the morning. I’m older,” I say smugly.
“Not by much.”
“By just enough.”
“Mmm.” She readjusts herself before she settles in further, her hair tickling my face, her nose in my neck. “You’re so warm.”
Her words spoken against my skin make me squirm. “You really only want to cuddle?”
“Isn’t it nice?” she asks, her mouth moving against my neck. “We never do this.”
“I don’t like it.” I stare at the ceiling, trying not to react to her touch. How she’s practically draped across my body.
My cock reacts though. I’m rock hard and aching for her.
“Really?” She pulls away slightly so we can look into each other’s eyes. Lightning flashes, silver streaking across her face and I notice the doubtful expression. “You hate this.”
“I don’t cuddle or snuggle or whatever the fuck you want to call it with any girl,” I practically growl.
She leans into me, her mouth close to mine as she whispers, “You cuddle with me.”
“Reluctantly.”
“You’re still doing it.” She presses the faintest kiss to my lips and I immediately want more. “However reluctant you may feel.”
“I’d rather do something else.”
“So demanding.”
“It’s my birthday too.”
“You made your offer, and now you have to stand by it.” She sounds very pleased with herself.
No way can I admit how good this feels, having her lie with me, our naked bodies close. She tangles her legs with mine, before slinging one across me. The heat of her pussy presses against my thigh and my cock grows even harder. I want inside her. I’d love nothing more but to fuck her all night long.
Yet she seems perfectly content being with me and keeping it chaste between us.
“Are you officially with Leticia?” she asks out of nowhere.
I drape my arm around her shoulders, remaining silent on purpose. I want to torture her just as she tortures me. “We are not together, no.”
“Do you want to be with her?” She asks this in the barest whisper.
An exhale leaves me as I ponder my situation with Leticia. “We’ve known each other forever. You know she’s been chosen for me. It will happen between us, but not yet. I brought her tonight because I knew it would make my mother happy.”
“Was she happy?”
“No. Because you were there.”
“I know why she hates me. I get it.” Summer traces my skin with her nails. Little circles. Straight lines. She’s driving me insane. “So she wants you with Leticia based on her pedigree.”
“Leticia is very nice,” I say, wondering why the hell I’m defending my future wife to my current fuck buddy.
No. Summer is more than that. What we share…is hard to define.
“I’m sure she is.” Summer doesn’t sound jealous, which is surprising.
I hate seeing her even talking to someone else. I want to tear things apart—including the guys she speaks with who mean nothing to her.
“I don’t know if I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” I admit, running my fingers up and down her arm.
She curls her body into mine, smothering me with her warmth. Her scent. I inhale deeply like a junkie, chasing the high that only she gives me. “Have you been with her since—you’ve been with me?”
I could lie. I could destroy her with a few choice words and I’d still be able to have my way with her tonight. But I decide to tell the truth.
“No.” I could tell her I’ve never been with her, but I decide not to.
She exhales shakily. “Have you been with anyone else?”
I think of the things I’ve said to her, just to hurt her. Just to watch the horror and pain flash in her eyes. I wanted to tear her down to make myself feel better, and did that really work?
“No,” I repeat.
Her body seems to melt into mine and her hand drifts down, fingers dancing across my stomach. “I don’t like the idea of you with anyone else.”
“I fucking hate the idea of you with someone that isn’t me,” I say fiercely, my arm tightening around her shoulders.
Her fingers tease through my pubic hair, touching the base of my cock. “I know.”
We’re quiet as she plays with me, and I remain still. Letting her have her way with me. She firmly grips my cock, sliding her hand up and down my shaft, jacking me slowly and I close my eyes, breathing in her delectable scent. She does this for minutes, her hold loosening. Tightening. Her fingers tracing the flared head, smearing precum all over it.
And still I do nothing. I don’t push. I don’t demand.
I let her do what she wants.
Eventually she kicks the covers down, the cool air washing over our hot bodies and she releases her hold on me, my dick bobbing forward, toward my stomach. I watch as she streaks her sticky fingers across the flat plane of skin beneath my navel, her touch making my cock jump.
I want her mouth on me. I want inside of her. So fucking bad, I’m borderline desperate with need.
Summer touches my face, startling me, turning me to face her. I can smell myself on her fingers and she wraps those fingers around my nape, pulling my head down so our lips meet. I let her take the lead, the kiss soft. Playful. Languid. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, searching, sliding against my own. We kiss like this for minutes, with no urgency. No insistence.
It’s different, being with her like this. A slow wave of pleasure washes over me when she climbs on top of my thigh, straddling it. She rubs her pussy against me, riding my leg, her mouth fused with mine, our tongues dancing together. I reach for her, cupping one breast, thumbing her nipple. She whimpers into my mouth and I swallow the sound, running my other hand down her back, across her ass, pulling her tighter to me.
“See?” she whispers against my lips. “Cuddling’s not so bad. It can lead to other things.”
“Were you trying to prove a point?” I ask, nipping at her lower lip.
She smiles. “I was trying to show you that there’s more to sex than just demands.”
I feel as if I’ve been put in my place. My hands spring away from her and I rest them behind my head. She lifts up, her thighs still wrapped around mine, her hands braced on my chest. “Have your way with me,” I tell her.
This moment reminds me of the night I told her to use me. When she grinded her pussy on my dick, and came all over me. God, she’d been so hot that night. She drives me out of my mind with lust when she does shit like this.
She’s driving me out of my mind with lust right now, but in a different way. It’s slower. More deliberate.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers, her eyes glowing when they meet mine.
“I want to be inside you,” I whisper back.
Summer leans over me, her damp hair a curtain around my face as our lips connect. She straddles my hips, her pussy on my stomach, my cock probing her ass. It would take nothing for me to slip inside her body.
I lift my hips, seeking her. She scoots down, finding me, angling her torso so she slides down my length, until I’m fully inside her. She sits up straight, her ass on my balls, my dick throbbing inside her body and she watches me, her hands coming up to lift her hair, her back arching, thrusting her tits toward me.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Gorgeous. I rest my hands on her hips as she starts to move. Hesitantly at first. Searching for her rhythm. I let her find it, wincing when she shifts, her inner walls squeezing, strangling my dick. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she rides me, her knees pressed into the mattress, her hips lifting up and down. My gaze drops to where our bodies are connected and I watch in utter fascination as my cock disappears inside her body before it reappears, glistening with her juices.
“Whit,” she moans, dropping her head back as she increases her pace, her hands falling to my stomach. She’s making the bed bounce with her movements, the box spring lightly squeaking and I stare, helpless to her. Overwhelmed by her.
I always take command of the situation and she lets me. She’s a willing participant every single time. But this…
This is different. This is her taking charge. Taking over. It’s softer. Sweeter.
Like she is.
My grip tightens, my fingers pressing into her skin so hard, I’ll probably leave marks. She’s oblivious, lost in herself, lost in me and I see the transformation happen right before my eyes. The rosy flush that coats her skin. The little gasps and whimpers falling from her lips as she gets closer. She’s lost in the sensations she’s experiencing as she rides my cock hard. Fast. Her eyes are tightly shut in concentration as she strains toward it and I reach for her pussy, desperate to help her along.
I swipe her clit with a firm touch, her inner walls strangling me just as they begin to pulsate. She cries out, her body shuddering above mine, her pussy milking my cock. My chest tightens, the air leaving my lungs until I feel like I can no longer breathe and only when she collapses on top of me in a boneless heap does my orgasm wash over me, racking my body completely.
We lie there, our bodies still lightly shaking, tangled together, her hair in my face, in my mouth. My dick still semi-hard and inside her body. I’m covered in sweat. So is she.
Fuck.
Finally she lifts her head, a satisfied smile stretching across her face. I reach for her, brushing the hair away from her forehead, confused by the sudden tender feelings that fill me at seeing her like this. Her lush body sprawled across mine, her breaths matching my own as she watches me.
“Happy birthday,” she whispers, dipping down to kiss me.
