I had only intended to grab a beer at the bar and leave, but when I spun around, she had vanished.
Unexpectedly, Amelia was standing beside me. Amelia, a friend of Ruby’s, had been informed of Ruby’s single status and had decided to make her move on me.
That was a definite no-go. Not on my watch.
Amelia wasn’t just Ruby’s friend. She had been trying to get with me even before Ruby came into the picture. We had a brief fling, but she turned into more of a stalker afterward.
However, once Ruby and I started dating, Amelia only approached her when she was under the influence. She never missed an opportunity to flirt with me.
I approached Alex and Meg, who were quick to inform me that Savannah had left a few minutes ago. But then Alex had to bring up Amelia, and I could have strangled him.
He can forget about me sharing any updates about Savannah.
Exiting the pub, I spotted her turning the corner towards her shop.
I quickened my pace, realizing she was using the back entrance.
I needed to kiss her again.
I needed to feel her, to have her.
I had been yearning for her for years, and now was my opportunity.
Pressing her against the wall and kissing her sent a rush of desire through me, my arousal immediate and intense. I could feel her dress sliding up her thighs as my hands rested on her waist.
“Are you okay?” Savannah asked, her hand on my arm.
I was jolted back to reality and met her gaze.
I nodded in response.
“Let’s head up to the apartment,” she suggested, smiling.
I stepped back to allow her to move away from the wall.
As Savannah adjusted her dress and started towards her apartment, I couldn’t help but admire her.
I followed her, my gaze fixated on her backside.
I shifted uncomfortably, my jeans suddenly too tight.
Savannah opened the door and stepped aside to let me in. I took in the small, open space. Each area was distinct, yet it all flowed together. It was small, but it was unmistakably hers.
“Do you like it?” she asked, standing beside me.
I turned to face her. “Yeah, it’s incredible,” I replied, slowly exploring the compact apartment.
Savannah watched as I admired the small desk with her laptop and the window that offered a stunning view of the town.
“This is my favorite spot in the apartment,” she shared, standing next to me.
“I love opening the window and listening to the sounds of the town, even the drunken ramblings,” she added, a hint of humor in her voice.
I chuckled. “I bet,” I replied, turning to look at her.
She was grinning at me. “I knew that would get you,” she said.
She was looking at me, biting her lower lip.
I smirked. Was she imagining what she wanted to do with me?
“Like what you see?” I teased.
She blushed and shook her head. “I think I’ll make some tea,” she said, turning to walk away.
I quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back against me. She stiffened at my touch.
I wrapped my other arm around her waist, holding her close, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.
“Please,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you.”
I heard her swallow hard, but she didn’t move or respond.
“Savannah, please,” I pleaded. “Tell me you want me too.”
She was silent for a few agonizing seconds.
Slowly, she turned in my arms to look up at me.
She reached up to touch my cheek. “What about Ruby?” she asked softly.
“We broke up. We weren’t right for each other,” I confessed.
Savannah searched my eyes, looking for something I couldn’t identify.
“So this is a rebound,” she said quietly, sounding hurt. She started to pull her hand away, but I tightened my grip on her waist.
“You’re not a rebound, Sav,” I assured her.
Savannah lifts her gaze to meet mine, but there’s a certain look in her eyes.
She recoils. “I don’t trust you,” she declares.
I reach for her, pressing my lips against hers. I guide her backwards until she’s up against the kitchen counter. I hoist her up and sit her on the counter, my hands planted firmly on either side of her.
Sav pulls away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she remains silent, her gaze locked on mine.
“What are we doing, Eli?” she questions, her voice hoarse. “What about us being friends?”
I hadn’t considered our friendship. Right now, all I can think about is the throbbing desire coursing through me.
I hold her gaze. “I don’t know, but all I want right now is you,” I confess. I can’t reveal my true feelings for her—not yet. She wouldn’t believe me if I did.
She’d just assume I was lying.
“Sav,” I say, holding her gaze. “All I want right now is a good time, and you’re the only one I want to share it with.”
Savannah studies me, deep in thought, but then she shakes her head.
“Eli, if we do this, can we go back to being just friends afterward?” she asks.
“Absolutely, we can,” I lie. Trying to sound convincing is a challenge, especially with the distracting ache between my legs.
Sav studies me, trying to decide her next move, but I’m tired of being told what I can’t have.
I lean in closer, my lips hovering over hers. Her eyes widen as she looks into mine, but I can tell she wants me too. Her gaze flits to my lips, then back to my eyes.
“Sav, I want you,” I say, crossing my fingers behind my back. “I promise we’ll still be friends after this.”
I crush my mouth against hers again, not giving her a chance to overthink. I need her, right here, right now.
I kiss her passionately, one hand snaking around her waist while the other rests on her shoulder, slowly sliding the strap of her dress down.
Savannah gradually succumbs to the kiss, her lips moving in sync with mine as her hands find my chest. I move my arm out of the way as the strap slips down, revealing her left breast.
The cool air makes her nipple harden as my hand cups her breast, and I start to knead it gently. I pull away, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder.
Savannah moans, tilting her head to the side as I work my way down to her breast. I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nipping gently, eliciting another loud moan from her.
“Elijah,” she whispers.
Damn, hearing her moan my name like that sends a jolt straight to my groin.
I pull back slowly, releasing her nipple from my mouth.
I look at her.
I lean in again, but this time she places her hands on my face as I kiss her again. She parts her lips, allowing my tongue to slip in.
Our movements are in perfect harmony. Her hand starts to wander down my jeans, brushing against my hard-on.
I place my hand on her thighs, urging her to spread them wider as I step closer. I need to feel her.
My finger slowly trails up her thigh, lightly grazing her as I reach her panties. I press my finger against the soaked fabric.
I push her panties aside and slide my finger into her slick folds.
Savannah moans into my mouth as I start to thrust my finger into her.
Savannah’s hand moves to the top of my jeans, but I stop her, knowing I won’t last long if she touches me.
I continue to pump my finger into her, adding another finger and making her gasp.
“Elijah,” she moans into my mouth. I pull back slightly, and she gasps again. I keep thrusting into her, and her head falls back as her breathing becomes more labored.
Her walls tighten around my fingers.
But I’m not letting her climax just yet.
I withdraw my fingers, making her whimper at the loss.
“Get down,” I murmur into her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin.
“Turn around and bend over now,” I command, my voice rough.
I step back as she looks at me. She leans in to kiss me, then pulls back and smirks.
“I want you hard, Elijah,” she purrs in the most seductive tone.
She shifts slightly as she begins to descend from the counter. She spins around, reaching for the other strap of her dress to pull it down, but I halt her, stepping up behind her.
“No, I want to fuck you with this dress on,” I whisper into her ear.
She glances back at me, attempting to decipher my expression, but she’s yet to realize that I intend to keep her all night, and I’m not going anywhere.
Savannah complies and positions herself. I’m desperate for release, and I need it immediately.
I’ll take more of her later, but this arousal has my cock pulsating with an urgency that’s almost unbearable.
She bends over in front of me, her ass tilting up just slightly.
As I begin to unbutton my jeans, I catch Savannah peeking over her shoulder at me.
Aching with desire and need for her, I tug my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my cock standing at full attention. Pre-cum glistens at the tip.
I stroke myself as I watch Savannah. Her eyes widen, but she moistens her lips.
I step closer to her, pushing her panties aside once more as I position my cock at her entrance. Her arousal is seeping through her folds, coating my cock.
Damn, she’s soaked and craving me as much as I crave her.
“Sav,” I murmur in a low voice, “I need you now.”
I ease into her slowly, inch by deliberate inch.
I withdraw and thrust into her more forcefully, causing us both to groan aloud.
“FUCK,” I roar.
I rock my hips, plunging into her with intensity and quickening my pace as her moans echo throughout the room.
“ELIJAH,” she cries out.
I thrust into her with increasing force and speed. She’s so tight. Damn, I could stay in this pussy forever. I want to.
I grip her hips as I pound into her with more force.
I grunt with each powerful thrust into her. Savannah’s breaths become more labored and she moans with each thrust.
I can tell we’re both on the brink. I want to fuck her even more.
I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock, milking me as she climaxes hard around me. She screams my name loudly.
“ELIJAH.”
I’m already lost, but her scream sends my cock into a frenzy as I thrust into her one final time and my cock erupts. My cum fills her.
“Savannah,” I grunt as I climax. I continue to thrust into her slowly until we’re both spent and panting heavily.
The reality that we just fucked sinks in, and I realize what I want more than anything else in the world. I want Savannah in my life—not just as a friend, but as my everything.
I lied to her when I said we could remain friends after this, because I know I can’t go back to that. It’s also made me realize that Ruby was never the one, and I never loved her.
It’s always been Savannah.
