Page 38 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

But I want more. I want us skin to skin so I smell like him.

“Off,” I demand and shove at his pants.

“Bossy.” He chuckles but pushes the sweats and boxers down so I can see him in all his glory. Somehow, even taking his pants off while kneeling doesn’t look awkward when he does it.

“It’s a crime that you cover those.” I point to the thigh tattoos. “You should be wearing hoochie shorts. All the time.”

“I do when I run.” Savage slides his hands up my hips and grabs my waistband, exposing me to his heated gaze.

I gasp. “And you’ve never let me watch?!”

“You didn’t ask.” He chucks my clothes over his shoulder and lies down, pushing my thighs up and out.

“Rude as fuck!” Anticipation has me tense, waiting to see what he’s going to do. What do I want him to do?

I want him to lick me.

My face heats at the thought, both with embarrassment and arousal.

“What’s that look for?” Savage’s breath ghosts over my skin, and I shiver.

“Wh-what look?”

“That blush.” He bites my inner thigh just hard enough for me to gasp. “Answer me.”

“I do-don’t know,” I stammer as he moves closer to my groin.

Savage lifts his head, removing his delicious mouth from my skin.

“Nooo!” I cry.

“What’s the blush for?”

I dig my hands into my hair and pull just to give myself something to do. “I didn’t know what you were going to do.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I whimper and cover my face. “Lick me,” I whine through my palms.

“Lick you where?” His lips barely brush the back of my thigh, and I jump at the contact. “Here?” A long, warm line is drawn toward my knee, then he blows on it.

I want to scream. He damn well knows not there!

“No, not there.”

“Hmmm. Here?” A warm line appears on my right ass cheek. Closer but still no.

“Sav—”

“I can do this all day, so unless you want me to taste every inch of your skin tonight, it’s better to just tell me.”

Why is this so embarrassing? Separating my fingers, I look down my body to find him grinning at me. The bastard.

“You know where.”

“Yeah I do, but I want you to say it.” He drags his nose up my scrotum to my ballsack.

Fuck, that feels good. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of in sex.

If you want your ass eaten until you come again, say it.

If you want to be humiliated or praised or degraded, say it. Spanked, tied up, edged until you cry—”

I slam both hands on the bed with a frustrated huff. “Oh my God, I get it!”

He looks at me expectantly while his tongue teases the very beginning of my crease. The jerk is going to kill me. I’m going to spontaneously combust from lust.

“Jesus fuck, all of that.” I’m trembling with arousal, anticipation, and frustration.

An eyebrow lifts, and I don’t know what this look is he’s giving me is, but it’s dangerous and enticing in equal measure.

Before I can blink, he’s climbed my body, trapping me under him. Every beat of my heart says his name while every inhale takes him deeper. I love the hold he has over me.

“Open your mouth.”

My jaw falls open without having to think about it.

Savage strokes my jaw, staring at my lips. “Tongue out.”

When I do, he spits into my waiting mouth and strokes my jaw again. “Swallow.”

I’m throbbing against his hipbone as I do, and he groans.

“Such an eager one, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his ass cheeks so he’ll move. When he rolls his hips, I groan, my body tightening with the impending orgasm that I won’t be able to prevent if he doesn’t stop. I’ve barely made a sound when Savage lifts his body from mine with a dark laugh.

“Hold that thought.” He kisses my lips quickly then is back to lying on the bed with my thighs pushed wide.

“Please,” I whine, gripping my sheets in my fist.

“Please what?”

I groan, not wanting to say the damn words. “Please lick my hole.”

My face is on fire when Savage pulls my cheeks apart and licks me. It’s so much better than I expected. His tongue is soft but strong, wet and warm. Fuck, it feels so good. I’m babbling, probably just making sounds, but I can’t tell.

“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?”

I lift my shoulders. “It makes it more real.”

“You are real, and I wouldn’t hide you from anyone in my life.” He holds my gaze. “You can be here any time you like. Understand?”

I nod.