Page 69 of The Substitute

“I’m not?”

I shake my head and reach for his cock. He’s still hard, even though I forgot what I was supposed to be doing a split second into this. I want to be happy about that, but it feels weird. Like it’s selfish somehow? Or conceited?

“What is going through your head right now?” He’s watching my face but thrusting his hips to fuck into my hand and holding onto my thighs. I hope he leaves marks.

“Nothing, I want to make you feel good too.”

Leaning forward, he braces his hands on the bed next to me. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

I nod, eyes too wide as I choke back the knot in my throat. Is it written on my face? All of my insecurities right there for him to see?

“Feed me your cum. I want to taste you while you get me off.”

My stomach tightens, and my rhythm falters. “What? Really?”

“I’ve been imagining what you taste like for months. I’m not waiting any fucking longer.” His dark chuckle spurs me into action, touching the mess on my skin with a shaking finger and lifting it to his lips.

My hand trembles in the air for a second before he snatches it with his mouth and sucks the digit clean. The groan he emits comes from deep in his chest, and it is now my mission in life to hear it again.

Jerking my hand back, I slide two fingers through the cum and offer them to him. He doesn’t hesitate to lick them clean as well. His mouth is warm and wet, and when he moans, I can feel it vibrating up my arm.

“Does it taste good?”

“Yours does.” He slides his tongue over his teeth, and I kiss him hard. Why is he so fucking sexy?

While he’s sucking on my fingers, I redouble my effort to get him off. I need to make him feel good, too. It becomes more important to me than my own pleasure. The way he groans. Fuck I want that.

“Faster.” He drops his forehead to mine. “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t get enough of you.”

He’s blurry this close, but I don’t take my eyes off him. Savage closes his eyes at the same time his cock pulses in my hand, and he lets out a long, ragged, guttural groan.

Savage takes a few panting breaths before he kisses me softly. It’s reassurance and comfort.Then slowly he takes my hand off his cock and brings it to my lips. I gladly lick his cum from my fingers. He watches with such intensity, I’m half-hard again.

His cum is salty and smells almost like he does. I like it. Suddenly, I want to know how he’d taste in my mouth, and my cheeks pink. Am I pushing it too far? Did he even want to get off? Why the fuck is my anxiety going post-nut crazy?

“You are so sexy,” he says so softly, I barely catch it.

“Promise?” The word trembles between my lips.

He nods, then asks, “Are you okay?”

I exhale, not sure I can speak at the moment without bursting into tears. There’s too much fighting in my head.

Good things and bad. I’m overwhelmed.

When I realize he’s still waiting for an answer, I nod to give him something.

“Words.” He drags his nose along mine.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Pulling back, he looks down at me like he’s looking for something. “I’ll get us cleaned up, then you can tell me the truth.” I huff, and he goes to the bathroom with his dick still hanging out of his pants. “Don’t move.”

Oh, to have that kind of confidence. I guess if I looked like that, I would have that kind of confidence, too.

Eyeing the mess on my stomach, I smile to myself. I did that. I made him come. He wanted to, with me. That walking wet dream of a man thinks I’m hot, and I’m not sure what to do with that or how to process it.

Savage comes back with two rags, but without pants. He’s just in a jock, and holy fuck I don’t know if I’m going to last another five minutes without getting hard again. It’s not fair how hot he is. “I could practically hear you thinking in the bathroom.”