Chapter Ten

Savannah could not understand why Carson would leave so abruptly, without even a greeting. That was strange because she barely got to tell them about her fantastic night. She assumed he would want to know because he was the one who encouraged her to let loose. Some friend he was.

What she disliked was being rushed with questions from Violet and Maeve. They were both very annoying when it came to Savannah dating. She knew they were just trying to be happy for her, but she might disappoint them because her heart was still set on Carson.

So much so that when he suddenly left, she could not stop herself from wondering what was going on. "Um, is he okay?" Savannah asked. She was mainly asking Cole because he would know best.

Cole shrugged it off, as if nothing mattered. "I'm sure he's fine," he said to cause her not to worry. "But I will go check for you." He smiled.

"Thank you," Savannah responded.

Cole picked up a random piece of debris before heading to Carson. She looked around, surprised at how far they had gotten in the room. Savannah was glad to get rid of Maeve's shit. They finally had two extra rooms without Maeve's clothes occupying them. Carson should feel right at home in here. It was not too small or too big, and he even had his own bathroom. It was flawless.

What she did not want to discuss was how she felt about Wyatt. They had a great time dancing together, but Savannah felt she did not get to know him well enough. All she knew was that his father owned a few nightclubs across the state, but that did not tell her anything meaningful. Wyatt remained mysterious, but he was undeniably attractive. She would be open to spending more time with him.

Maeve's question was ridiculous, though, because she had no intention of sleeping with him. She approached this situation as if she were making a new friend. There was nothing more to say. Besides, she already had a sex partner.

"Are you saying you don't want to fuck him?" Maeve questioned in disbelief.

Savannah laughed and propped herself up on the dresser. "I don't even know him. Wouldn't that be crazy?" She wondered.

"We have one-night stands for a reason, honey," Violet chuckled. Savannah was surprised that she agreed with Maeve.

She rolled her eyes. "Look, if we are going to be something more, I do not want to have a one-night stand with him," Savannah explained. "I want to know more about him, his life, and see if we are compatible."

Maeve scoffed because she thought it was ridiculous. "You are a lot better than me," she said honestly. "How are you so...clean?"

Savannah had no idea how to respond to that question because she never thought of herself as clean. She did not put herself out there like Maeve or Violet, but she shared their interests. This is the girl who had sexual relations with her best friend. There was nothing clean about it. At least, not in her mind.

Ignoring her friend's question, she sipped her coffee as her gaze fell on those lovely green orbs that she adored. Every time she looked at him, it felt as if the world stopped. Her body ached to be close to him and feel how toned he was. It felt ridiculous to stare at Carson like this, but Savannah could not stop herself. And God, when he spoke, the chills down her spine made her shudder.

Carson caught her gaze and immediately smiled. "Hey, baby," he said as he took the coffee cup from her. His arms wrapped around her so tight.

She inhaled his scent before reluctantly withdrawing. "You guys made it pretty far in the room," she said, sliding over so he could sit next to her.

"And now you're here so you can help." Maeve raised a brow at her.

Savannah whined. "Oh come on, I'm not sleeping in this room."

Violet laughed. "Too bad we're almost done. I'm getting hungry."

Savannah groaned, but decided to help them anyway. They were already halfway done. After a few more hours, it will be completely cleared out. However, that appeared to be the problem. There was no bed in here because it was Maeve's closet. Carson would be left with only floors and walls after all of the furniture was removed. He couldn't possibly sleep on the floor like that.

For the time being, they did not worry about it because the last bit was finally finished. After all of their hard work, they decided to get a few slices of pizza down the street from the apartment. It was another pleasant experience, and walking in general was enjoyable. Especially since Savannah had to return to work the next day. This was her final day of bereavement, and she did not feel like going back, but she had no choice.

All she could do was enjoy this lovely afternoon with her friends. She knew this was exactly what her parents would have wanted.

****

Later that night, Savannah was in her room, preparing to sleep before going to work the next day. She was dreading the situation. Having to serve rude customers and smell coffee all morning was going to be a drag. Fortunately, Sugar was only open from 7 to 3:30, and Savannah had a short day tomorrow. They were attempting to ease her back into the swing of things, but she would rather they had not put her on the schedule at all.

Fortunately, the universe always has a funny way of doing things, as there was a gentle knock on her door. She walked over to answer, expecting Maeve. Somehow, that girl always left something in her room that she could not wait until the morning to retrieve. Savannah could not imagine her life without Maeve, despite how annoying she was.

However, when she opened the door, Carson was standing there with a blanket and a pillow. He was dressed in sweatpants and a plain white shirt. Savannah was stunned to see him, but she did not refuse his company. Savannah could tell he had been sleeping based on his disheveled hair and red eyes. However, it did not appear that it was a comfortable sleep. He appeared annoyed.

"Hey," he said with irritation in his tone. "Sorry for bothering you."

Savannah giggled. "You're not bothering me," she assured him. "What's up? Did you just wake up or something?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "I was trying to sleep, but that couch is not comfortable," he confessed. "So, I was wondering if I could sleep with you...just tonight, of course."

Savannah needed to think about what to say. She realized he did not have a comfortable place to sleep because he did not have a bed. That couch was also extremely uncomfortable because it was too small for his large frame. Savannah could not even imagine herself on that thing and getting some rest. She would feel bad if she turned him away without a valid reason.

So, without saying anything, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room. It's not like she hasn't shared a bed with him before. When she visited their house, she would always sleep in Carson's bedroom. That was before they slept together, but it will not be any different. They were adults, right? They could control themselves.

Carson smiled as Savannah agreed to let him stay with her. They tried not to appear awkward, but there was a lot of tension in the air. From when he first left to the intrusive thought of having him right there and then. Savannah even made sure there was plenty of space between them when they lay down. However, that was most likely what was making things awkward.

Carson cleared his throat and put his hands behind his head before speaking. "Thanks, baby; you are the best," he expressed his gratitude.

"Oh, please. That's nothing to thank me for," Savannah brushed it off.

Carson objected. "My back will definitely thank you."

Savannah laughed. "Remember how we used to have sleepovers all the time?" she asked him, recalling the memory. "Your mother used to be very angry with us for sneaking down to the kitchen for snacks."

"You mean what we thought was sneaking?" Carson reminded her. "The stairs wouldn't have creaked if someone didn't have gigantic feet." He joked.

She sat up and threw a pillow at his face. Her feet were not large, and she wore a 6-size shoe. Carson, according to her recollection, was the one who did not understand what tiptoe meant. He would clump around as if they were not going to get in trouble for waking up his parents. Especially since they were 10 years old and were not allowed to eat extra snacks so late at night.

Despite Carson's idiocy, those were fantastic memories for both of them. It felt like it happened yesterday, and nothing had changed. They were still inseparable. Only now they had needs that had to be met. Savannah did not want their relationship to be all about that, but it was difficult to ignore the lustful feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Thankfully, Carson provided another distraction with an unexpected question. He left earlier, while she was discussing it. Savannah could not understand why he wanted to know more now.

"Sav, do you plan to see Wyatt again?" he asked, avoiding her gaze. He was attempting to hide his jealousy, but the thought was driving him insane.

Savannah looked at him, perplexed, but did not feel compelled to lie. "I don't know maybe," she said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "He was pretty cool; did you know his father owns several clubs throughout the city?"

Carson smiled tightly, but continued to look away from her. "So I heard." He was not pleased as he felt his body heating up. Soon after, he stood up to remove his shirt in an attempt to cool himself off.

Savannah was unaware that her eyes had begun to wander, staring at him in awe. To her, he was the perfect specimen, with no flaws. She recalls feeling him gently wrap his hands around her neck as she rode him like a horse. Everything in her wanted to wrap herself around him just to feel the rush again.

Savannah was not good at getting things started and quickly turned her head when he noticed her staring. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she openly looked at him like he was a piece of candy. She must have looked like a pig staring at him in that manner. She would not be surprised if he wanted to get back on the couch after that scene.

Carson, on the other hand, always managed to surprise her when he walked to her side of the bed. This time, his intentions were cunning, as he could not ignore the look in her eyes. Cole would most likely kill him, but that did not matter to him. If Savannah wanted to sleep with him, he would always agree.

Savannah felt herself lifted to her knees as he wrapped his arms around her. Her hands rested on his chest as the heat rose in her cheeks. However, when she saw that expression on his face, she knew something beyond their control was about to happen.

"Were you checking me out?" Carson teased, his grip tight around her.

Savannah bit her lip, slightly nervous about admitting she was. "M-Maybe," she stammered. She was not only nervous about admitting her actions, but she could tell from his pants that he was eager to have fun. "Somebody is happy," she boasted.

"Just say the word," Carson's voice grows dark, as if he is pleading with her to say yes.

Savannah knew it should not happen again, but with her legs quivering for more, she could not stop herself. "Carson, fuck me," she exclaimed with lustful eyes.

Carson dove right for her neck as the words left her lips, laying her back down in the bed. He propped himself up to avoid crushing her trailing kisses from her neck to her collarbone.

Savannah smiled, delighted to feel him so close to her again. His facial hair tickled her in the best way possible. She didn't want to seem desperate, but it felt like days since she's had him inside her. This was what she desired from the moment it happened the first time. She needed nothing more than to have some fun before returning to prison.

Carson quickly removed her shorts and lace underwear as he kissed her sensitive area. Carson was excited by the way she squirmed in his embrace. He was itching to stick his cock inside her, but not until she was drenched. He wanted her to beg him to stick his dick through her guts. The sounds of her sweet, delicate voice always made him ready.

But first, Savannah watched his tongue glide across her hard nipple and his thumb find her clit. With his thumb in place, Savannah felt two fingers slowly slide inside her vulva as the sweet sensation took over. She did her best to remain silent, but the double simulation was her weakness. As Savannah let out soft but bodacious moans, his fingers and thumbs moved in perfect harmony.

As he picked up the pace, Savannah felt him rest his forehead against hers, grumbling at her pleasure. She cupped his face, desperate to kiss him right now, but stopped herself. The circle of his thumb and the penetration of his fingers brought her to the brink of satisfaction.

Her moans became slightly louder as her walls tightened. "I'm so fucking close," she yelled out, but then he stopped. Savannah stared at him with death in her eyes. "What the hell, Carson?" she questioned, feeling a desire to cum.

Carson smirked, putting his wet fingers in his mouth to taste her flavor. "The only way you're gonna cum is if it's on my dick," he sneered. "Now, how badly do you want it?"

Savannah saw what game he was playing and didn't mind going along with it. She desperately wanted to feel her sweet release. She also admired Carson's command of the situation. He had not done this previously, and now that they were in her room, anything was possible.

Her eyes became puppy dog-like as she began to beg for him. "I want it so badly, Carson," she whined. "Please fill me up; give me every inch of you."

"Every inch," he repeated before turning her on her side. His pants quickly came off as he spread her cheeks to locate her entrance.

Savannah slowly felt Carson give her every inch she asked for. He drew her arms back and gently grasped her neck again. Savannah could tell he really wanted her to cum all over his cock with each stroke he made. He was hitting every wall perfectly, making it difficult for Savannah to remain quiet. The grunts in her ear turned her on even more as she echoed their cries of pleasure.

Suddenly, he went faster, spreading her legs again to rub her clit. Savannah felt like she was right back where she had been, only better. Her legs began to jolt uncontrollably as she approached the end. The room began to spin in the most unbelievable ways that were difficult to see.

Carson could feel her on the edge, so he covered her mouth to avoid alerting the others. "Cum for me baby," he whispered in her ear.

Savannah dripped all over Carson's cock while his hand covered her mouth, her muffled screams filling the room. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he continued to drill into her before pulling away to free himself. He made an effort to remain as quiet as possible, but it was difficult. It would have been preferable if he could cum inside her, but he had not worn a condom this time. Still, he was content to get his juices flowing against her round ass.

Savannah tightened her legs as she continued to ride out her orgasm. Her mouth remained covered with his hand until she finally lowered her voice. Her exhaustion was catastrophic, but she had a perfect night. Carson was amazing at what he did, and she could not imagine being in this position with anyone else.

Little did she know, Carson couldn't either as he did what he'd done last time. He held her all night.

So much for being clean.