Chapter Fifteen

"Get a load of the lovebirds," Cole teased.

Carson had no idea he had fallen asleep after spending the entire night watching movies. Not only did he fall asleep, but Savannah was also sleeping on top of him. Her body lay between his legs, and her head rested on his chest. Carson could have kept her there longer if the others had not disturbed them.

Unfortunately, the moment they both heard Cole's voice, their bodies jolted, and Savannah moved away from him. It was not the most comfortable place to sleep, but they were probably better off on the couch. Who knows what would have happened if they had gone back to Savannah's room?

What wasn't enjoyable was having their friends walk in on them. Carson could tell from Cole's expression that he was getting the wrong idea. The situation appeared worse than it was because they were only sleeping. They would not be so stupid as to do something in public knowing who lives there.

"What time it is?" Savannah wondered as she rubbed her eyes. She had to be at work by noon.

"8 in the morning," Violet said with a smile. "How did you both sleep on this little ass couch?"

Carson sat up, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m not sure honestly,” he said, just as confused as everyone else. "We were watching a movie, but Cole's big mouth woke me up."

Cole smiled halfheartedly as Carson spoke. He was only joking, but it was always enjoyable to pick on him. Cole never took Carson's banter personally, and their close relationship stems from their ability to joke around. Even though Carson's back was killing him, joking with Cole helped him forget about it.

However, not everyone found this amusing. That someone being Maeve. Carson felt those eyes pierce his soul as he looked over at her. The frown on her face was too obvious to miss, and her arms were folded over her chest in frustration. He could not understand why she was so upset. Sure, she wanted to sleep with him, but Carson never agreed. Her jealousy over anything involving him and Savannah was draining, but he did enjoy the attention.

Savannah despised this strange animosity between them. Maeve was someone she regarded as a friend. Not necessarily close, but close enough to have fun together. Maeve simply had a bad habit of prioritizing men over her friendships. Sometimes it felt like they were not even friends.

“Don’t be late today Savannah,” Maeve said as she walked to the door. "And, Carson, I should be able to get you started soon." She smiled at him.

Savannah rolled her eyes. “You know I’m never late, Maeve.” She assumed Maeve should be aware of this since she had been working there for so long.

Her shoulders shrugged, and her smile faded. "You seem unfocused lately, so I am trying to be a good friend by reminding you."

Savannah squinted her eyes, and the tension between them grew. They both understood what they were fighting for, and it was not going to end well for their friendship. Savannah thought Carson should have been hers to keep. She knew him first, and Maeve would never have considered him if she had not expressed interest first. Savannah thought the whole thing was nonsense, but she continued to bite her tongue.

Despite the murky air, Carson nodded to Maeve, relieved that he would be able to start working soon. Even if the motivation for working at Sugar was purely selfish. He was overreacting to the Wyatt situation because he did not own Savannah. Their friendship was important to him, but he did not believe he should be controlling her every move. Wyatt was going to be present, whether he liked it or not.

“Shouldn’t you be getting to work now before you’re late?” Carson asked her.

Maeve's eyes widened. “Let’s go, Violet!” She yelled as she opened the door.

Violet sighed and dragged Cole with her. “Don’t get up to any funny business you two,” she teased.

Savannah's cheeks flushed as Carson laughed. They had no idea they were already up to mischief. Some of Carson's most treasured memories, and not just because he gets to have sex. Having Savannah so close to him was everything he could have wanted and more. He still did not understand why he liked it. He only knew that he did, and he relished the experience every time.

The only thing that bothered him was not knowing if Savannah enjoyed it as much as he did. This began as a way for him to teach her how to be emotionally free. If she took that to heart, it is possible she felt nothing while being so close. Aside from romantic feelings, all he wanted was for her to enjoy herself the same way he did.

Of course, he would not ask her for confirmation because he did not want to appear concerned. He also did not want to give her the wrong impression. They were friends and occasionally sexual partners. Carson felt that was as far as it should go.

Fortunately, Savannah appeared to have the same thoughts. She gave him a gentle smile as the door closed. “We’re never sleeping on this couch again,” she remarked. "My neck feels so stiff."

“You’re telling me, my back feels like I’ve slept on the tips of blades all night.” He agreed with her sentiments. "Your bed is a lot more comfortable."

She stood up and walked around the coffee table. "At least we agree," she said, smirking as she walked down the hall.

Carson looked perplexed, unsure whether he should follow her or not. "Where—where are you going?" He asked.

"Shower!" She yelled back.

His mouth formed an o shape as he sat back on the couch. He was unsure if he could rejoin her. Morning wood was a common occurrence, and he was currently experiencing it at full throttle. They had just gotten up, so he understood if she was not in the mood. Even if it only killed him on the inside.

Savannah had other plans, however. "Coming?" She called out to him.

Carson smirked happily as he stood up to shower with her again. This would soon become an everyday occurrence, which he did not mind. That is, of course, until he gets a bed for his room. Although he will be making a good living, he may decide not to purchase a mattress. As long as he can sleep next to Savannah, everything will be fine.

Trudging down the hall, he could hear the shower in the distance. Savannah was already inside, her clothes strewn across the floor. Carson followed suit, removing everything he was wearing. He could tell he was thinking about this moment from the moment his pants came off. They were only supposed to be taking a shower, but the thought of her always drove him crazy.

When he stepped inside, there she was, with her wet strands cascading back in the way he loved to see. The water droplets glistened as they slowly dripped down each curve of her body. He struggled to keep himself under control, but he did his best.

Savannah did not make it easy; as soon as she saw him enter, a devious grin took over her face. Her hands gripped his biceps as she moved him into the steaming hot water. He could not tell what she was up to, but he enjoyed it regardless.

"You looked so dry," she whispered.

Carson looked down at her and chuckled. "What are you doing, Savannah?" He wondered, but he knew where she wanted this to go.

Her shoulders shrugged. “I’m just having a little fun,” she said before looking down. "It seems like you want to have fun as well."

He gulped. "What will you do about it?" He encouraged her.

That was like music to her ears, and she got down on her knees without hesitation. Carson watched with anticipation, never expecting to have to look down at her from this vantage point. Her wet hands slowly stroked his hard companion, then she wrapped her tongue around its tip. Carson's body tensed up at the slightest contact. Normally, he would not complain about something like this, but was this not a bit much? He usually saved oral sex for random chicks he slept with. Savannah was different, and he did not think she should be on her knees in front of him.

"Savannah, wait," he tried to stop her, but she refused to listen.

"Hush, let me please you," she said, looking up at him with hungry eyes. "I want to feel every inch of you inside my mouth."

With that look, he could not deny her and remained silent. He watched as she returned to teasing him. Her tongue slid slowly down the shaft of his penis, occasionally putting the tip inside her mouth. Carson could not help but bite his lip in amazement. Everything she did felt incredible. She had not even put the whole thing in her mouth yet, and he was already completely captivated.

Leaning against the cold tile of the shower wall increased the sensuality, and he could not help but grunt. Savannah began sucking on his sack while she stroked his cock, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. Carson's voice echoed throughout the bathroom as he stared back into her eyes. She looked so good down there that he grabbed strands of her hair, pulling her mouth away.

"Put your lips around my cock," he demanded.

Savannah smirked, gladly following his orders. Her mouth moved slowly down the shaft, taking in his thickness. Carson immediately recoiled from the warmth her mouth provided. His hand remained tangled in her hair as he pushed himself down her throat.

Savannah's eyes welled up with tears as she partially choked. It did not matter because she enjoyed every minute of it. Hearing the sounds of pleasure escape from his lips made her very wet. Even though she was not receiving any gratification, she was content knowing she could make him happy. That was the plan, and it worked.

Carson let her breathe before removing himself from her mouth as she coughed slightly. He thought he was being a little rough, but he knew she could take it. She would not have gotten into this mess if she couldn't. Typically, he is not the only one getting to cum, but there is always a first time for everything.

"Want my cum in your mouth, baby?" He asked.

She nodded in agreement, eager to taste him. She would not say this was something she had hoped for, but it was certainly more than she expected. She was not sure what had happened to her since he returned, but whenever he was around, she wanted to rip his clothes off. They were supposed to be showering, but she coerced him into such devious behavior. Savannah had almost forgotten who she was.

It did not matter; they were already here, and she was ready for more. As he forced his way back into her mouth, he grabbed her hair with both hands. When she was able to get the majority of him back into her mouth, he began thrusting in and out as quickly as he could. As he thrust, the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, his voice becoming louder.

“Don’t you dare swallow yet,” he said feeling his climax coming on.

As soon as he reached his peak, he felt his cock pulsating inside her mouth. He had not expected to do so much, but it had been a long time since he had felt lips around him. Some of it spilled out the corner of her lips as she listened to him and refused to swallow. As she waited for his command, the salty taste remained on her tongue. She never expected to be sitting here with his cum in her mouth, but she would not change it for anything else.

When he finished, he stood her up and grabbed her chin with his fingertips. "Now swallow," he said as she did exactly that.

The taste was not as bad as she expected, but it was much saltier once it went down her throat. She maintained eye contact with him while wiping the spillage from the corners of her mouth. Savannah knew it was dumb, but she hoped he was pleased with her work. She realized it was probably the last thing he wanted from her. Even good girls can be bad from time to time.

He smirked as he wrapped his arms around her. Carson had to make do with a hug for their post-sex cuddle because they were not in bed. Whatever the situation, he was going to find a way to hold her. Especially given the lovely magic her mouth had just performed on him.

He tightened his grip on her while sighing loudly. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered in her ear. He was thinking to himself, but he said it aloud.

Savannah looked up at him, surprised. "What are you talking about?" She was perplexed. “Did you not have fun?”

"Oh, no, I did," he told her. “But you’re my friend Savannah. You shouldn’t be on your knees for me.” He smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair. Stopping his hand on the top of her back, they looked into each other's eyes as Carson fought with every fiber of his being not to kiss her.

Perhaps the situation with Wyatt was getting to him. He had been acting strangely since he heard they were going out to lunch. This moment alone made him believe he was losing his edge. He could not be getting soft for a girl. Savannah, however, was no ordinary girl. She was his best friend, and he wanted to keep it that way.

But he could not resist the urge to kiss her. So, avoiding her lips like the plague, he pressed them against the skin between her neck, hoping to satisfy his desire for a passionate kiss. It was not enough to take his mind off of it, but even a faint mark would do him some good. He saw it as retaliation for what she had done to him before.

He smiled as he marked his territory, only to be met with Savannah's unhappy expression. “What’s the matter?” He was not expecting that sour look.

Her hand rubbed the part of her neck that he kissed, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t understand why you won’t kiss me,” she admitted. "Is it really that big a deal?"

Carson despised this topic. Before, it almost turned out badly, and this time did not appear to be any different. “Sav, we talked about this already, I just don’t do kissing.” He stuck with that idea.

She scoffed, still not catching his gaze. “That’s just too hard to believe given what I know,” she said as she grabbed her rag and soap.

He licked his lips, annoyed that they had to continue discussing this. “Well, believe it baby. I’m not a kisser.” He stated once more. "Now, can we get cleaned up? I want to be able to eat some pretzels and peanut butter before walking you to work."

That made her look at him fondly. “You bought some? For me?” Her heart was racing with excitement.

"Of course, I did." He winked. "Now, hurry up!"