Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: More graphicness this chapter, and nakedness. Many thanks to my ever-so-kind reviewers! You\'re the reason I\'m updating again!


~*~ Jason\'s POV ~*~

I leaned up against the island counter and smirked to myself. That girl had a 99.2 temperature. She wasn\'t sick, not sick enough for me to keep her here at least. And she\'d always run hot. I chuckled and ran my hands through my hair. This was working out almost perfectly. Though I wished she\'d put up a bit more of a fight with the thermometer. I would\'ve loved to pull down those little red panties and push the cold metal tip into her ass. I would\'ve loved to watch her squirm, trying to hide how much she liked it. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. If she\'d only fought a little more. Maybe she would\'ve if I hadn\'t spouted that sentimental crap so early. If I\'d saved that for with the thermometer was in her, she\'d have relaxed and accepted it, I knew. Oh but she was a sweet one when it came down to things. I was going to enjoy deflowering her.

I walked over to the cabinet we kept our medicines in and let my eyes wander all over the bottles. None of us took prescriptions, a pain in the ass right then. It would\'ve made things so much easier if I could\'ve given her a sleeping pill. Sweet girl, she thought Mike was coming home that night. Truth was he was upstate, back home, visiting his parents. I smiled and took the Nyquil out of the cabinet. That would put her out just long enough for what I wanted to do. I squeezed off the cap and poured a generous dose, more than what she really needed.

This lust was a recent one. I didn\'t care about her much, not more than any of my other friends. But there was something in the way she looked at me that… I shuddered. Something in her eyes just made me want to push her legs apart and drive myself into her. There was something beneath that quiet, demure exterior that made me think she wouldn\'t mind much if I did, and I wanted desperately to find out what that something was. Essentially, I wanted to find the kink in little Miss Johnson. I ran my tongue over my lips and carried the little cup of medicine up the stairs, into the guest room.

Savvy was curled up on the bed, staring absently at the wall. She didn\'t notice as I walked over to the bed and perched on the edge. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gladly took the opportunity to watch her. The glimpse I\'d gotten of her breasts earlier had made me groan inwardly. The clothes she wore didn\'t do her body justice. She insisted on hiding her figure, which made me furious. I wanted to see the curves of her virgin body, I wanted to see the soft pale skin she lived in. I wanted to see all of it.

I shuddered and put my hand on her shoulder. She jerked up, startled, and I kissed her temple. She resisted a little when I pressed the plastic cup to her mouth. \"What did I tell you about fighting?\" I asked, tilting my head to one side. The flicker in her eyes betrayed that hint of masochism I was sure was inside her somewhere. She wanted me to be rough with her, her eyes asked for it. No girl would let me grab her and wrestle with her like I did if she didn\'t have some masochism in her. \"Good girl,\" I said in the voice I use during sex. She parted her lips for me then and I tilted the cup back, letting all the Nyquil drain down her throat. That voice always worked on her.

Really, the little pet name I had for her was ironic. This girl was anything but savvy. She was so naïve! I reveled in the thought of tearing that innocence away. I kissed her cheek and breathed in her scent. She sometimes wore perfume, but she never wore makeup. I did wonder what she would look like in lipstick and blush and all those things other women wore. Mainly lipstick, I wanted to see her lips painted almost as much as I wanted to see her naked.

She let me hold her until she fell asleep. I promised to go by her room and pick up some clothes for her. I\'d done it before, the girl had gotten appendicitis the first week of school and scared the living shit out of all of us. Adults did not handle that well and she had almost died. I held her tighter to me as I thought about it. Not quite gone yet, she turned her face into my chest and snuggled up against me. We\'d almost lost her then, and it was not an experience I wanted to repeat with a man instead of an illness. She wouldn\'t have even been with me that night, except she and Mike had a project to do. They\'d been downstairs working on it and I\'d been taking a shower when Mike screamed bloody murder. I\'d run down in only a towel, and Savannah had passed out in my arms while Mike called the hospital. God, I\'d wanted to slap her until she woke up. I hadn\'t been able to ride in the ambulance because I hadn\'t had the brainpower to dress myself. But she\'d been okay when I finally got to the hospital, dressed, with some of her clothes and books.

Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. In a few minutes I was completely sure she was asleep, and I gently pulled her hair out of her ponytail. I have to admit I sucked in a very deep breath when her hair flowed out over her rounded shoulders. Indulging myself, I buried my face in that hair and just breathed in the scent of her shampoo for a few minutes. I am a sucker for a woman with a good head of hair. And Savvy just never wore her hair down. It frustrated me to no end. She looked so good with her hair down… well, I\'d just have to work on convincing her to wear it that way much more often.

I slid out from underneath her and stood next to the bed. While I kicked my shoes off I tried to think of what she\'d call my actions if she were reading them in a book. I guessed she would say I was ravaging her in her sleep… but I didn\'t intend to pop her cherry, as it were, while she couldn\'t scream out my name.

She\'d drawn the sheet up to cover her legs, and I pulled it away and tossed it onto the floor, along with all the other covers. My mouth watered at the sight of her laying there so defenseless. She was the exact right weight for her height, and what a height it was. She wouldn\'t have to stoop very low to take me in her mouth, and I fully intended to make sure she did so in the next few days. I stretched and tried to ignore the pulsing between my own legs. It wasn\'t time for me, not yet. I pushed her arms up and slid her white shirt off of her. For a minute I just stared at her plump breasts, filling her bra to near bursting. She was wearing lacey dark red underwear, and a bra to match. She\'d only come over to see me, and yet she\'d made herself sexy. I licked my lips. She wanted this.

I reached behind her and with one nimble hand undid her bra. Her breasts spilled out and bounced a little, making me grin. I ran my hand over the side of her breast and exulted in the feel of her silky skin. Eagerly, I advanced to the end of the bed and gently pulled off her panties. I threw them to the floor with the rest of her clothes and drank her in with my eyes. The patch of hair at her center was as dark as the hair on her head. The hair was thin and wiry, but I had to restrain myself from my desire to twist it around my fingers. She couldn\'t wake up, not then.

I picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I\'d made her start working out with me twice a week, and her legs were toned and firm, swelling so at the thigh and calf, her curves in all the right places. Her stomach was flat and her breasts -- I glanced at her bra: CC! I was so lucky -- were bouncy and round and soft. Her nipples were a pale red color, and her areolas were a soft pink. In the chilled air her nipples were hard, pert, and I spoiled myself and let my tongue drag along her skin, rolling it over her nipple, sucking a little at her breast. She felt so soft and warm, like a silk blanket. She stirred a little and I made myself stop. Her nipples were sensitive enough to make that contact rouse her slightly from the Nyquil-induced sleep, that was good to know. I carried her out of the room and down the hall, to the master bathroom.

The door was open and the lights were off. Candles sat on every available surface, and their flickering light allowed me to lay Savannah safely in the accommodating whirlpool bathtub. The bottom already had about an inch of warm water in it, and her head rolled at the new sensation. I poured a capful of jasmine-scented bubble bath into the water and swirled it around. Then I undid the first few buttons of my shirt -- white, long sleeves, like I knew Savannah liked -- and rubbed my erection through my black pants. This was Savannah\'s favorite outfit on a man and I\'d seen her expression when I\'d opened the front door, I knew it would help soften her when she woke up. The Nyquil would keep her docile while I had fun with her, but it wasn\'t strong enough to knock her out completely. She\'d be awake for the entire thing once I shook her a little.

For the millionth time I contemplated stripping and sliding into the tub with her. It would certainly make things more interesting, but she\'d detest me for it. If I was clothed and stayed outside the tub, she\'d be able to accept it more easily. I could climb in later but she could not wake up in my lap, she would hate that. Sighing, I turned on the water and fiddled with it till it reached a good temperature. I turned on the jets and watched the water foam around her sleeping form.

Later, I promised myself. Later I\'d fuck her in this tub, ram myself into her until she passed out. And I\'d keep going until I was satisfied, regardless of whether or not she woke up again. The thought made me loosen my belt a little. I slid my hand into my pants, under my boxers, and wrapped my fingers around my hard cock. I wanted all eight inches of myself inside of Savannah, and I wanted her to beg for it. Moaning softly, I ran my fingers over my erection, imagining Savvy\'s long, pianist\'s fingers doing the task. The tub was full when I finally came, crying out slightly. My hands shaking, I turned off the water and laid back against the tub, collecting myself.

When I\'d caught my breath, I fastened my pants, turned around, and started to massage Savannah\'s shoulders. She gurgled a bit and her eyes flickered open. It took a minute for her to adjust to her surroundings. When she did, she jerked up and started flailing. I grabbed her arms and pinned them against her sides. I purred for her to stop. \"It\'s me, baby, it\'s Jason. Calm down before you hurt yourself,\" I whispered.

\"I\'m naked,\" she choked. She sounded like she was crying and when I tilted her head back, sure enough, there were tears leaking out of her eyes. I circled the tub and kissed the corners of her eyes. She was trembling, her shoulders just above the water level. \"Jason,\" she whispered, \"what\'s going on?\"

I put my arms around her, hands sliding under the water to rest at her sides, and hugged her, not caring that my shirt got soaked in the process. \"You had a nightmare, baby,\" I lied smoothly. \"You were tossing and turning and sweating so bad your clothes caked to your skin.\" I gave her a worried look, and saw her eyes jump. She was buying it, hook line and sinker. Inside I smirked. \"Don\'t you remember? I woke you up and you wanted to take a shower, but you couldn\'t walk by yourself. You said it was alright if I gave you a bath,\" I said, and picking up a washcloth I started to rub her shoulders with it. The motion visibly comforted her. She softened at my touch and didn\'t object when I pulled her hair up to clean her neck. \"Is it still alright or do you want me to stop?\" I asked.

She hesitated, and then relaxed. \"Yeah…it\'s fine,\" she murmured. The alcohol in the Nyquil had definitely gentled her down. I rubbed her shoulders and let her hair down. \"Mmmph… don\'t,\" she whispered. She arched her back away from my touch when I tried to scrub it. Her eyes were slightly dull, but there was still a spark to them. She was more alert than I\'d figured on. I kissed her mouth, startling her, and realized instantly that I\'d moved too fast. But it was still hard to pull my mouth off hers.

\"Shhh, shhh,\" I hushed her. She quieted down but watched me throw narrowed eyes. It took me far too long to come up with an explanation for that move, and even to me my approach sounded weak. \"I\'m… listen,\" I said, deciding to ignore the question of the kiss altogether. \"Do you honestly feel strong enough to do this yourself?\" When she grudgingly shook her head, I pecked her cheek. \"Then let me do this. Let me do this for you, Savvy,\" I said, slipping back into my bedroom voice. It was the only one I used from then on. I started washing her again, slowly. I cleaned her shoulders and neck, and then had her lift her arms for me. She was still tense, though, when I moved on to her back. All I wanted to do was fondle her breasts, but I told myself she might not even let me go that far tonight.

I started kissing her back, letting my tongue languorously roll over her skin. She shivered and I did it again, tracing my tongue along the outline of her shoulder blades. \"Jason…why are you doing this?\" she asked. She sounded absolutely terrified and my new erection roared for satisfaction. I wanted desperately to kiss her neck, but I knew from experience she hated it when I touched her there. I\'d tried to massage her neck on more than one occasion and she genuinely hated it.

\"You don\'t like it?\" I asked. My hands were at her waist and I reached up under the water to cup the bottom of her breasts in my hands. They were quivering, begging me to caress their entirety, but I stayed still. Savvy didn\'t answer me and I gave her breasts a little squeeze. She gasped and jerked back into my arms. \"Mmm,\" I said, chuckling softly. I took her earlobe between my lips and sucked gently. I wanted to clamber into the tub and pull her into my lap, and, quite frankly, fuck her from behind. \"Let me?\" I asked, taking the washcloth in my hand.

\"No,\" she said. She took the washcloth from me and caressed her plump, heavy breasts with it. Aggravated, I crossed my arms on the edge of the tub and rested my chin in my wet sleeves. I tried to look calm while she picked up suds from the bubble bath and pressed them against her skin. But I know lust shone in my eyes when her hard nipples peeked over the water level. Our eyes met and she froze, petrified. I reached out and took the washcloth from her hand. The brown depths of her irises went dark when I rubbed her nipples with a corner of the washcloth. I lifted up her breast with my palm and cleaned the shadowed part underneath. She closed her eyes and I dropped the washcloth into the water. I splashed the sudsy water over her chest and used my hands to fondle her, rotating the center of my palms over her nipples. I perched on the edge of the tub and took her head in my hands. Shaking in spite of myself, I pulled her over to me and pushed my mouth against her trembling lips. \"No,\" she whispered. She turned her face away from me.

Inside, I howled. She would let me touch and caress and pet her breasts but she wouldn\'t let me kiss her mouth! What the hell was wrong with this woman?

\"Just… just leave,\" she said, her eyes shut tight.

I sighed and stood. \"If you need help,\" I said, my meaning quite clear to both of us, \"I\'ll be down the hall.\"

As I was walking out she called out my name. I turned around and stared at her. She was looking at the wall, her eyes darting over all the candles I had laid out. She looked absolutely beautiful, ethereal even, with the flickering light reflected off her wet skin. The foaming top of the bath looked like liquid gold, and bathing in it Savvy seemed right out of my Greek and Roman deities text. \"My clothes,\" she said, swallowing hard.

\"I\'ll bring them,\" I muttered, fuming. From now until the end of vacation, she lived with me, and that entailed certain duties for myself. But that didn\'t mean I had to enjoy being torn away from the sight of her bathing. \"I\'ll go get more when you go to bed.\" I stormed out of the room, not even glancing over my shoulder. I couldn\'t look at her anymore. It\'d finally sunk in that I\'d jumped the gun. I\'d let her stop me before I got to wash her hair.

I stomped down the hall to the guest room and gathered up her clothes. She\'d worn nothing, practically. Shorts, a t-shirt, and a thin sweatshirt? That was nothing in this weather! And that lingerie… I scowled. She obviously wanted to sex herself up for me, so why had she made me stop back there in the bathroom? I ran my hands through my hair. There was a good chance I\'d never understand that girl.

Still, it was worth a try, right? That was why I\'d brought her here. I may have to serve her once in a while, but I was still the master in this situation. I was still the one in control, and little Savvy belonged to me. And she\'d given me enough clues to know she was shy, and I was going to have to make the first move. But I\'d known that.

I clenched her clothes in my hand and went back into the bathroom. The tub was empty. Startled, I ran over to the side. Savannah had been running a slight fever, what if she really was sick? I dropped her clothes onto the floor. What if she\'d fainted?

Then, without warning, she sailed out of the water. She was breathing hard. I couldn\'t move. Normally she was so much shorter than me but with the elevated tub we were standing eye-to-eye. She was perfect, and naked…and completely at my mercy. Should I choose to give it.


A/N: I\'ve never written from a guy\'s POV before, I hope it was okay. Again, will continue if reviewed.