Sorry for a long wait! My computer is officially dead, and it'll be a while before I can get a new laptop. Fortunately I was able to save this chapter and the next, big thanks to Kupkakes for helping me find everything and get this chapter finished. Don't know what I'd do without her smutty help lol. I hope to get back to writing soon. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah and Sky, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Chapter 32
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Savannah couldn't believe she was doing this, that she let Sky bring her here. This wasn't her. It wasn't her at all, she thought to herself as she looked around. Sky and she had gone shopping for her 'seduction night' with Juice. Things had been great since the night she told him she loved him, but the fact he still hadn't told her what he was doing with Mel bothered her more than she'd like to admit.
So, as the solution, Sky told her she needed to keep Juice's interest. Which, led them to coming here. Victoria's Secret. Looking around, Savannah didn't see anything she liked, and the prices were even worse. Sure, some of the bras looked nice, but she knew that wasn't why they were there.
Lingerie was the goal.
Sexy lingerie that was gonna make Juice forget all about his cougar, to be more specific. She wanted him to just want her, and this was the first step in achieving that. "What size bra are you?" Sky asked back, giving her a quick look over.
Looking around, she didn't want random strangers knowing her bra size. Only she and her ma knew that, and maybe Juice now that he was living with her. "38 C. Sky, all of these things look ridiculous. Fucking hell, that one comes with angel wings." The brunette complained.
Sky rolled her eyes at her naive friend. Clearly girly and sexy were not something Savannah was used to. She was more comfortable in grease and overalls, something Sky had a feeling Juice didn't mind. She'd seen the way that boy looked at her friend, and there was no doubt in her mind he was head over heels for her.
If Savannah needed to be sure of that, Sky was here to help her.
Looking around the area, Sky would glance back at her friend occasionally. She was trying to figure out what color to start with. Her friend would look best in green or red, she guessed. It was a start. "What's Juice's favorite color?" She asked, the idea suddenly coming to her. She just hoped it wasn't something that would look horrible on her.
Savannah had to think about that. Did she know Juice's favorite color? Was it bad if she didn't? Was that something she should know? What did he usually wear? Thinking hard, she realized he wore his black sweatshirt more than anything else, but she doubted black was his favorite color.
"He's never told me." She confessed.
Sky saw that unsettled Savannah more than it should. It wasn't a big thing she didn't know his favorite color. They'd only been dating for a few months; it wasn't like they'd been married for years. "Hey, that's fine. We'll stick with what always works then. Red. It's loud and sexy. You can't lose wearing it." She said, squeezing her hand before bringing her over.
Savannah couldn't tell the difference between the panty sets. All she saw was red lace and underwear that didn't look the least bit comfortable. Sure, she'd worn thongs since her first hook up with Kozik, but these looked just . . . awkward and uncomfortable. Was underwear supposed to be that little? She didn't see the appeal.
Seeing Sky look so concentrated assured her at least one of them knew what to look for. With any hope, she wouldn't make a total fool of herself. "Here's a nice one. Juice won't know what hit him." Sky announced, holding a piece up to her.
Savannah looked down at the red mess that was lingerie. The cups were padded, no doubt going to make her breasts looks ever bigger in them. A red sheer lacey fabric was attacked, a split going down the middle. In Sky's hand, she held a pair of matching red lace panties, if you could consider it underwear. They barely covered anything. She guessed that was the point though.
"I'm not wearing that. It's . . . no way. There's no way you'll convince me to buy that, let alone wear it." Savannah insisted.
"Just try it on." Sky coaxed pushing her friend towards the dressing rooms. "You'll love it, I swear."
Savannah grimaced back at her like she was in physical pain as she went in, led by a smiling sales girl in a pantsuit. "Do you need help getting in?"
"Umm. No." Savannah shot her a look. As if she was about to let a complete stranger witness probably the most embarrassing moment of her life.
And it was. It took her forever to pull the tight pieces of fabric on once she'd stripped off her own clothes. Suddenly, she wasn't looking like the greasy mechanic she'd walked in here as. Now she looked . . . . "Hey, Sav? You gonna show me?" Sky called out.
"No way. It doesn't even fit. It barely covers my nipples." She hissed through the thin door earning a burst of laughter from her friend.
"That's the point, babe. Buy it."
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How Sky convinced her to buy that lingerie set, Savannah didn't know. Now, she stood in the bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt . . . not like herself. Sky had done her hair, leaving her hair in big curls that fell down past her shoulders. Her breasts looked, well, great, but she felt too exposed. Don't even get her started on the panties.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt like a mess, regardless of Sky insisting she looked amazing. Savannah felt like her heart was gonna jump out of her chest from how hard it was beating. She knew Juice would be home soon. There wasn't time to back out. His favorite dinner was in the oven, and the candles were lit. If this didn't keep him around, she wasn't sure what would.
Hearing the door open, Savannah realizes it's now or never. Taking a deep breath, she brushes her hair back as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. "You can do this, Savannah. Just got out there and be you. He loves you. This is just . . . for fun. He's not seeing Mel; it was just the same car. He loves you. Me. He loves me." She spoke to her reflection.
"Hey, babe, where are you?"
She jumped, remembering he was here. Clearing her throat, she checked her appearance over again once more before slipping on her robe.
Juice was checking what was in the stove when he heard the creek of the floorboards. Raising his head, his jaw dropped at the sight of her. His mouth went dry at the sight of her little black robe, the red lace peeking out from underneath it. "What, uh, wow . . . what's the, um, the occasion?" He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
As far as he knew, it wasn't an anniversary, and it wasn't either of their birthdays. He didn't know what he did to deserve this, but he wasn't going to question it. Savannah untied the robe slowly, biting her lip. "No occasion. Just thought you've had a long week, between classes and working so much, you deserved a little break." She said, dropping the robe to the floor.
Guilt hit him at the mention of working so much. He still hadn't told her about being fired at the club, and he wasn't looking forward to doing it any time soon. The nights he said he was going to the club to work, he was out looking for another job. At first, he'd slack off. Go to the gym and work off some steam, but then the guilt of lying was getting to him. There had to be something he could do.
Savannah was none the wiser, which made him, feel all the more worse. As if keeping in contact with Mel was bad enough, he was lying about this now. Clearing his throat, he gave her a weak nod.
She was a little put off by his expression, but she shook it off and checked on the food. She was just hoping it didn't burn, she wasn't the best cook. This was the one time she hoped her mother's cooking skills would rub off on her though. "Um, the food won't be done for another half hour or so. Feel free to get comfortable. "She said.
When she didn't get an answer, she knew he was too wrapped up in staring at her ass. She could practically feel his eyes burning holes into her. Straightening up, she felt self-conscious standing in front of him. She'd been naked in front of him before, she wasn't sure why this time was different. Maybe because she was nervous about the whole night all together? She couldn't be sure.
And awkward silence fell over them, and Savannah wasn't sure how to fix it. For some reason tonight was different. They were different. She wanted to make things better, not worse.
Juice felt like a king. Savannah, who was wearing probably the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, had made him his favorite dinner, and now she was massaging his shoulders. This was like a fantasy come true, and he couldn't ask for anything better.
So why did he feel so guilty?
Maybe because he knew he didn't deserve this. He knew he didn't deserve her cooking for him, massaging him. He'd done nothing but lie lately. About Mel. About getting fired. Feeling her lips on his neck kept him from ruining this though. He knew if he came out with it, she'd leave him and then where would he be? Homeless and without the girl he loved.
"What's got you so tense, JC?" She asked, her hands working magic on the knot in his shoulders.
This was his chance to come clean. He knew this was as good an opening as he was gonna get to be honest with her, but he couldn't do it. He chickened out.
Instead, he tugged on her hand, pulling her around to face him. She straddled his hips, her breast in his face. Biting his lip, he couldn't think about anything when his eyes couldn't leave her cleavage. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to look up. "I love you so much, Sav." He croaked out, the rawness in his throat easily mistaken for something it wasn't.
"I love you too, Juan Carlos."
Her thumb stroked his cheek lovingly, a smile playing brightly on her face. How could he tell her what he'd done when she looked at him like that? Knowing he'd stayed in contact with Mel would crush her. He couldn't tell her, for her own good, he reasoned. What she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.
He didn't want to think about this anymore. He didn't want to think about Mel anymore. He had his girl half naked on his lap, just waiting for him to move this forward. Thrusting his hip up, he grinned at the gasp it caused to leave her lips. "JC," She bit her lip, pressing her hands against his shoulders.
Leaning up, he kissed her neck, pulling her down to him. Inhaling, he got a strong whiff of her perfume. It was his favorite. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries.
He didn't want to think about this anymore. He didn't want to think about Mel anymore. He had his girl half naked on his lap, just waiting for him to move this forward. Thrusting his hip up, he grinned at the gasp it caused to leave her lips. "JC," She bit her lip, pressing her hands against his shoulders.
Leaning up, he kissed her neck, pulling her down to him. Inhaling, he got a strong whiff of her perfume. It was his favorite. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. His hands fell from her hips, kneading her ass before squeezing. Her breast pressed again him, her breathing hitched when he kissed her weak spot.
When her brain caught up with her, she remembered tonight was suppose to be about him, not him pleasuring him. Pulling back, she ran her hands up his chest. "You're too dressed." She remarked, realizing he was still fully clothed.
Words wouldn't form in his mouth as she pushed him back on the couch. Pushing his shirt up, her lips kissed his chest. As she moved down, his head fell back. She slipped off his lap to kneel between his legs. Looking down, he bit his lip at the sight of her kissing his stomach, nipping at his skin to get a reaction from him.
"Savannah," He sighed, his hips thrust up as she got closer to her destination.
Her fingers worked his belt undone, tossing it to the side as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The bulge inside was obvious at this point and she felt a bit relieved. He still wanted her, but then again, that was never in question. "Pants off, JC." She said, tugging on them to get his attention.
Lifting his hips, she was able to pull them down past his knees, taking his boxers with them. His cock stood at full attention now. Keeping her eyes on him, she kissed the tip. Juice felt his heart beating against his ribs as she took him in her mouth. A hiss left his lips as she bobbed her head up and down, taking in as much of his length as she could.
Then she let him pop back out of her mouth, licking up and down his shaft with hard strokes of her tongue. She went from the head, licking at the bead of precum, back down to tease at his balls. Finally, after a full five minutes of teases, she engulfed him all over again.
Juice's hands entwined through her dark hair, pulling her back up with a sharp tug. "You gotta-get up here."
Savannah smiled, climbing back onto his lap. Slowly, she sank down on top of him sliding down all the way with a quiet little moan. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she rocked on top of him, building up to a slow circle. Juice's fingers were still in her hair, holding her face still while he stared back into her eyes. It was bold; and the most intimate sex they'd ever had together.
He rocked back every so often with a hard slam upwards that sent shivers throughout her body. The offset was leaving her with a balloon deep down inside of her that she was trying to chase with her own hard grind. "Feels good, baby?" He whispered into her ear.
She nodded, face scrunching up with the rush of pleasure when he dropped his hands to her hips working her in a rougher motion. "Y-y-es!"
His own groans were muffled her neck as he felt her start to tighten around him. Seconds after she bit down onto his shoulder, he grinned slyly as he leaned back to look at her again. "Next time wear your coveralls. See what that gets you."