Page 107 of The Substitute

“Stroke yourself—come on your chest.”

It takes me mere seconds to come. His tongue twirling around my hole and gently pushing on it with delicious pressure does me in. Pleasure careens through my body like a fucking theme park ride, slamming into me like there’s no safety bars. Cum lands on my stomach and chest with a loud, drawn out, horse cry until I’m weak, panting, and shaky.

“You are sexy as fuck when you come.” Savage licks a line through my cum and settles his hips against mine once again. “Open.”

I do, sticking my tongue out with it.

With a satisfied smile, he spits my cum into my mouth, then kisses me before I can swallow it, growling when I kiss him back.

I reach for him and stroke him with both hands while he fucks my mouth with his tongue. One day soon, I hope he fucks me like this, takes what he needs from my body and turns me into a cum covered mess.

Images flash in my head, and my dick starts to perk up. Savage groans and leans his forehead against mine.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he pants and lets out a deep moan. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, come on me. I want it.”

He groans again, rocking his hips into my hands like he can’t help himself. It’s only a few pumps before his cum is added to my skin, mixing with mine. I love it, this primal kind of claim.

Savage collapses onto me and covers himself with the mess. I like that, too. A part of me doesn’t want to wash it off, but dried cum is itchy and hurts like a bitch to get out of body hair.

We lay for a moment, just basking in the afterglow. He nuzzles my neck with a satisfied hum, and a soft smile forms on my lips.

“I’ll clean us up in just a second.” His voice is gravely like he’s half asleep.

We lay there for a long time before I finally glance out the window to see what kind of time it is. Do I need to leave? I don’t want to. I don’t want to be alone tonight, and I don’t think seeing Ambrose would be a good idea right now. I don’t want him madder at me before I figure out how to talk to him.

“What?” Savage lifts onto one elbow to look down at me.

“Can I stay?”

“You’ve been here most of the night already.”

“But is that okay? You can tell me if you want me to leave. I know you have a roommate.”

He watches me for a second. “Do you want to?”

Does it make me needy or clingy? I don’t want to be a bother…

“Yes.”

He gives me a bright smile and kisses me quickly. “You can be here whenever you want, baby girl. I’ll have to go to class at some point, but you can be here.”

“I don’t have to. It’s?—”

“What have I told you?” he interrupts my tirade. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Your roommate won’t mind?”

“I already told him about you, and Lovelace is chill.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Why not?”