Resisting Her (13 page)

Cole grabbed a condom from the drawer in his
nightstand and handed it to Sali. “Put it on me,” he growled.

Sali obliged, tearing the package open with
her teeth, and planting a kiss on the head of his dick before
rolling the condom down to the base of his shaft. He picked her up
under her arms and lifted her on top of him so she was straddling
his lap. Then he folded his arms behind his head and grinned up at
her in a challenging smirk. He had a feeling he could bend her into
a pretzel, with her being a yoga instructor and all, but somehow
the idea held no appeal. He could tell that Sali was the type of
girl who liked to be in charge, who’d be happy to ride him until
they both came.

She lowered herself down slowly on his shaft,
throwing her head back in ecstasy as he disappeared inside her.
Sali increased her speed, alternating between rolling her hips and
bouncing against him. She let out little breathy moans and grunts
each time he hit the right spot. As her speed increased, so did her
volume. “Yeah…rightthere…rightthere…” she moaned.

Cole planted his palm across her mouth.
“Shh.” He kept his hand secured across her lips as she moved
against him. She was oblivious to his hand, and continued riding
him.

After a few minutes, Cole opened to eyes to
see if Sali was getting closer to finishing. He sure as hell
wasn’t. He didn’t know why, but something felt off. He just
couldn’t get into it. Cole noticed the room wasn’t quite as dark as
it was before, and his eyes flashed around Sali’s writhing form to
his bedroom door, which was now partially opened. How the hell had
that happened? Light from the hallway flooded the entrance to his
room. Lifting his head from the pillow, he saw Savannah standing in
the doorway watching them.

Holy shit.

Her eyes were locked on his, blazing with
curiosity. His dick jerked inside Sali.

“Oh yeah. Just like that,” she moaned. He
clamped his hand tighter over her mouth. Sali was completely in her
own world, not even noticing that they weren’t alone, or that all
of Cole’s attention was on Savannah.

Savannah’s gaze flickered to Sali’s back, her
ass lifting up and down on Cole.

Savannah was dressed in just a pair of
panties and a tank top. She looked so innocent, yet completely
fucking sexy, it made him even harder. Her lips were parted,
pulling in shallow breaths and her eyes were dark with desire.

Savannah just stood watching them for several
minutes, her eyes never wavering from his, until Sali gave a little
shout and then climbed off of him. Savannah turned and ran for her
bedroom.

“Did you finish?” Sali asked.

“Yeah,” he choked out. He doubted she’d check
the condom for evidence. He peeled it off and wrapped it in tissue,
hoping to keep up the ruse that it was full, and threw it in the
waste basket beside his bed. There was no way he was going to be
able to come with Sali. Unless he replaced the image of Sali with
Savannah, but God he couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t right.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind.” Sali threw her
top on over her head. “But I don’t like to stick around after, so I
already texted my roommate to come get me and she’s here.” She held
up her phone, the flashing blue light indicating a new message.

Cole didn’t plan on trying to talk her into
staying. “Yeah okay. Well, thanks.”

“No problem, sexy. That was fun, yeah?” Sali
slipped on the rest of her clothes, while Cole stepped into a pair
of jeans.

After seeing Sali out, Cole stood in the dark
entryway completely bewildered and out of sorts. He cursed and
fought the urge to punch the wall. He caught his reflection in the
hallway mirror, and the pale, haunted man staring back at him was
almost unrecognizable. He didn’t know why he had thought it had
been okay to bring Sali home, because it most certainly was not
fucking okay. Not at all. He had sobered up the instant Savannah’s
eyes met his.

He took a deep breath and approached her
bedroom door, which was left cracked open. He found Savannah
sitting in the center of her bed, still dressed in just a pair of
panties and white tank. Her gaze was cast down, and the sadness in
her pose, the limp slump of her shoulders hit him like a physical
pain in the chest. “Savannah.” His voice broke and the ache in his
chest made it difficult to breathe. Not getting any response from
her, he approached the bed.

Savannah’s eyes followed his feet across the
carpet, until he was standing at the end of her bed. She looked up
at him, chewing on her bottom lip. She watched him like he was some
wild creature. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide, and her
breathing shallow.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Wide green eyes studied his. She nodded
slowly. Her gaze lowered, lingering across his bare chest and
stomach and stopping at the waist band of his jeans, which he’d
left unbuttoned in his haste to get Sali out the door.

Her hands toyed with the edge of her tank
top, and Cole’s lungs tightened.
What was she…
She lifted
the top, exposing the soft skin of her belly and continued raising
it slowly until her breasts came into view. Cole couldn’t help but
follow her movements. He bit his lip and looked down at her. Soft
milky skin and pale pink nipples, tightening in the cool air. Fuck,
she was perfect, better than his imagination. He swallowed
roughly.

“You can’t do that, Savannah.” He reached for
the discarded shirt and handed it back to her.

She accepted the shirt from him, only to
throw it across the room. Damn, she was severely overestimating his
self-control. He’d give his next breath just to taste her beautiful
tits.

“Savannah,” he ground out through clenched
teeth. “Get dressed.” His command sounded weak even to his own
ears.

She sucked her lip into her mouth rolled over
with a huff, lying on her stomach and burying her face in the
pillow.

Why did she seem hurt? He curled his hands
into fists, then straightened them and sat next to her on the
bed.

Her fine little ass was on full display in
the barely there pink panties that made appearances in his dreams.
His breath caught as he took in the sight of the shapely, round
globes of her ass, just begging for his attention.

He placed his hand on her bare back, rubbing
the skin between her shoulder blades with his thumb. She turned her
head to the side, resting one cheek against the pillow so she could
look up at him. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I shouldn’t have
brought her home.”

“Then why did you?” she challenged.

Because he’d been thinking with his dick. But
he couldn’t say that to Savannah, so he didn’t say anything, and
she didn’t press him. He continued running his palm along her
back.

“Are you going to do that to me — what you
did to her?” she asked.

“No,” his voice came out impossibly tight.
“You’re safe with me, Savannah. I won’t hurt you.”

She chewed on her lip. “It didn’t look like
you were hurting her.” She batted her eyelashes.

“Savannah stop,” he pleaded.

“Unless she was hurting you…” her brow
creased. He remembered the way Sali had ridden him — hard and fast,
just the balls of her feet on the bed, her hands pressed onto his
pecs as she bounced against him.

“No,” he choked out. God, she really didn’t
know anything about sex.

He couldn’t resist running his fingertips
down her back, over her spine and up to her neck again. It was a
touch meant to sooth her, so why the hell was it turning him
on?

He wanted to ask why she’d watched them, but
held back, not sure he could handle the answer. “Savannah? Tell me
what’s wrong,” he coaxed, carefully rubbing her bare back, but she
remained still and quiet. He trailed his fingertips up to her
shoulders, then back down to where her lower back dipped in. He let
his hands venture farther, just to the edge of her panties, before
sweeping his fingers up her spine again. He felt her breathing
shallow out and grow faster.

God, how badly he wanted to touch her ass. To
grip it in his palms and maybe even rain little smacks across it.
She had a perfect ass, after all.

He continued massaging her back, and felt her
slowly begin to relax into the mattress. But then she did something
she shouldn’t have. She moaned and wiggled that little ass as she
got more comfortable. Damn. Unable to resist her any longer, Cole
brought both hands to her backside and cupped it in his palms
needing to touch, to massage every part of her. Savannah let out
another breathy moan and he thought his heart stopped. She lifted
her bottom just slightly, as if to meet his hands. The skin was so
soft, so smooth, and tempting as fuck. He wanted to pull her
panties down and touch her bare ass, but he didn’t dare. Instead he
continued rubbing her back, and letting his hands spend more and
more time squeezing and cupping her ass as his hands wandered
lower. Savannah’s breathing had quickened and she turned her head,
no longer burying it in the pillow so she could fully watch him.
The agony in her expression had disappeared and was replaced by
desire and that burning curiosity he’d seen when she’d watched him
with Sali.

“Cole,” she whispered.

Somehow he knew it wasn’t a command to stop,
but an encouragement to go farther. He knew he shouldn’t, but fuck,
he was so turned on. Just a little farther, he wouldn’t let himself
do anything he shouldn’t, but he so badly wanted to taste her sweet
skin, and feel her writhe against his mouth. He trailed his hands
down the backs of her thighs, tickling the sensitive skin behind
her knees, and when he brought both hands up over her ass, he let
his fingers slip just inside the elastic so he could feel her bare
skin, uninterrupted by the fabric. It was as far as he’d go without
some signal from her that she wanted more. He continued kneading
and massaging her plump flesh, his fingers working closer and
closer to her little pussy. He wanted to know if she was wet,
because he was hard as a rock and she hadn’t even touched him yet.
She wouldn’t even need to touch him; he could probably come just
thinking about her ass.

Savannah’s breathing became more erratic, and
she lifted her hips just slightly, as if giving his hands better
access to touch her down below, if he wanted to. With both hands
now under the fabric of her panties, he bent and kissed the back of
one thigh, then the other, planting open-mouthed kisses along her
tender flesh. When his tongue lavished the skin at the back of her
knee, her hips shot of the bed.

“Ah,” she gasped.

“Shh, I’ll make it better,” he promised. He
kissed his way up her legs, and rained tender kisses over her
backside, fighting the urge to nuzzle his face in between her
cheeks. He didn’t want to scare her, but he did love her ass. With
one hand pushing aside the fabric of her panties, his other found
her slick heat. Fuck, she was soaking wet. His dick twitched
against the confines of his jeans.

Savannah pushed back against his hand. He
reveled in the soft feel of her little pussy, her plump lips, and
the slick heat emanating from her. He swirled one finger at her
opening, gathering the moisture he found there and swept his finger
over the little swollen bud.

“Cole!” Savannah’s voice was insistent and
sure. He knew he couldn’t leave her like this, he wanted to make
her come more than he wanted his next breath. He slid her panties
down her legs, still leaving her lying on her stomach so her ass
was on display. His hands massaged the silken flesh, gripping her
cheeks and spreading them so he could see the delicate pink
puckered flesh there and then further down, to the slick dampness
between her legs. It was insanely hot. His dick was harder than
it’d ever been. His thumbs brushed against her backside, drawing
over the tender flesh at her center and Savannah’s breathing
hitched. He placed a kiss on her lower back and then urged her to
roll over.

She lay facing him against the pillow, her
breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she drew.

She was perfect. Her skin was taunt across
her stomach and hips, her tits perky with pink nipples that were
begging to be licked. He placed a sweet, damp kiss against her
cheek, just at the corner of her mouth, and then moved down,
nibbling the tender flesh of her neck, planting kisses along her
collarbone, over her heart, before kissing each breast. His tongue
lavished attention on her swollen nipples, suckling each one deep
into his mouth while his tongue flicked back and forth. Savannah
moaned loudly and thrashed against the pillow.

He shifted so he was lying beside her, his
face level with her belly. With his eyes on hers, he parted her
legs, and lowered his mouth to taste her. Savannah’s head dropped
back to the pillow and her eyes rolled closed. He was too turned on
to go slow and flicked his tongue ruthlessly against her, sucking
her into his mouth until she was moaning, and writhing and calling
his name. A few seconds later, he felt when she came, her little
pussy spasming like it was clutching for something to fill it. But
that would not be happening. He’d ice down his dick if he had to.
Savannah wasn’t ready, and besides he wasn’t meant to be her
first.

He kissed her thighs and belly until the
aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, and then shifted on the bed to
sit next to her.

“Colby…” she moaned. “I’m dizzy.” She
clutched at the bed sheets, attempting to ground herself.

He smiled as pride swelled inside him. That
must have been one powerful orgasm. He smoothed her hair back from
her face, enjoying the look of bliss he put there.

She looked up at him with cloudy unfocused
eyes. “Make the room stop spinning…” she groaned.

Wait a second… His stomach dropped.
What
the fuck?
“Are you drunk?”

She let out a giggle. “Just a little.”