Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

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~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

He left the door open when he walked out. As soon as he was gone, I slid underneath the water and let my hair soak for a while. I finally came up after I ran out of air. Gasping, I stood straight up. Jason was standing there, staring at me, his jaw slack. We met eyes and suddenly his expression changed. His eyes flashed and became… predatory. I crossed my arms over my chest, not that it mattered. His eyes were fixed on my face, he wasn\'t even glancing down.

I wanted to cry. Here I was, completely naked, and he wasn\'t even looking at me. Not even a cursory glance. Nothing. Damn it, he really did think of me as nothing more than one of the guys. I started to sit back down but he reached out and took my arms in his hands. I gasped again at the feeling of his fingers brushing against my breasts. Earlier it\'d seemed like he\'d been enjoying himself, touching me there, and I\'d nearly died. The electricity stemming from his skin made tears finally leak from my eyes. He\'d never love me, I wasn\'t like the older, shapely, sexy women he dated. They wouldn\'t be as scared as I was now.

He bent down and I thought he was going to affectionately kiss my tears, like he had before. But his mouth laid against mine, and his lips pursed in an attempt to get me to kiss him back. \"No,\" I whispered, pushing at his hands. I turned my head away. His hands still gripped my arms, holding them out in front of me, leaving me exposed to him. \"Jason please go,\" I said, sniffing. Kissing made this all real. Kissing meant that he cared about me, and if he cared about me… he couldn\'t care about me. It was what I wanted more than anything and yet at the same time I never wanted it to happen. I wasn\'t ready for a boyfriend, I wasn\'t ready for any type of relationship, that meant leaving the safe confines of the one we had now.

\"Savannah, what did I tell you about fighting?\"

His voice was like the cool echo of a gunshot. I froze, and he let my arms go. I stared at the wall and my heart pounded in my ears. The candles… why were there candles everywhere? When would he have time to do this? There must\'ve been over a hundred -- had he set these up earlier? \"Jason,\" I said, trembling. How could he have known I was going to be here long enough to need a bath? How long had I been asleep?

\"I love it when you say my name like that, Savannah.\"

There was a cruel smirk on his face when I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt, and tossed it onto the floor with my clothes while I watched. \"What\'re you doing?\" I asked, taking a step back. I stumbled on the uneven floor of the tub and his hands shot out to catch me against his bare chest. His hands rested against my ass and I swallowed hard. My chest was pressed against his and he felt so good. I\'d seen him without his shirt before, he and Mike sparred a lot and they usually had me watch, but feeling him was another matter entirely. His nipples were hard against the smooth skin of my breasts. I remember I read somewhere a lot of men had very sensitive nipples.

\"Baby, you have to be more careful. Now sit down before you hurt yourself,\" Jason murmured, pushing me down onto one of the whirlpool tub\'s corner seats. I still felt numb from the medicine he\'d given me, so I let him. Truly, feeling the water foam up around my waist felt good. And the edge of the tub helped me from falling over. Standing up like that had taken a lot out of me. Jason reached down and undid his belt buckle.

\"What\'re you doing?\" I asked again, as his belt fell to the floor. Hadn\'t I fantasized about this? About him just undoing his belt so he could just ram into me? He undid the button on his pants and slid them off.

\"I can\'t help you outside of the tub, it\'s too hard,\" he murmured. I shut my eyes and turned my face away. He was taking off his underwear: a pair of tight red boxers. I knew I wouldn\'t be able to handle seeing him naked. I\'d never seen any man naked. I had only a vague idea of what the male anatomy looked like. A second later he was in the tub, and his hands were on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was gorgeous, golden. His chest had gotten wet and the light flashing off him made him look like a demigod. He pulled me over to him and our hips brushed. \"You\'re so scared, Savvy.\" He kissed my temple and rubbed my arm. \"It\'s just me. You don\'t have to be scared.\" He put his hand on my knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.

\"We\'re both naked,\" I mumbled.

He smiled, the cruelness gone. He didn\'t take his hand off my knee. \"Have you ever let a guy see you naked before, Savvy?\" he asked. When I shook my head I heard him take a long, deep breath. \"I\'m going to wash your hair,\" he said, turning slightly to pick up a bottle of shampoo from next to the tub.

I rested my head on his shoulder. He wasn\'t grabbing at me, he wasn\'t ogling me. This was safe. \"Is Mike here?\" I asked, watching him pour a quarter-sized drop of shampoo into his hand. This was safe. He just didn\'t want to get his clothes wet, that was why he\'d undressed. And I had to admit I wasn\'t opposed to letting him wash my hair. I was tired, and I wanted to go back to bed.

\"No, his mom called him. He caught a bus back home.\"

\"Oh, is everything alright?\"

Jason chuckled. \"Not from his dad\'s point of view. His sister is engaged to that artist guy.\" He lifted his hands to my hair and gently ran his fingers through the strands. I went quiet and closed my eyes. His fingers stroked my hair, coating every strand in suds of shampoo. The water bubbled around us and felt like a security blanket. \"Does that feel good?\" he asked, massaging my scalp. I made a little \'mmm\' sound in the back of my throat and he chuckled again. I didn\'t know where he\'d learned it, but Jason was an excellent masseur. He had no issues about giving me a back rub, and more than once he\'d tried to coax me into letting him use oil. But that would require me taking my shirt off, and so far I\'d been too scared to do that. He liked rubbing my neck, too, but that reminded me too much of a strangle and I didn\'t let him do that.

While he rinsed out my hair, I kept my eyes closed and let him lull me into a comforting numbness. I could\'ve fallen asleep, right there in his arms, and I think I might\'ve dozed off for a minute or two. He wasn\'t doing anything overtly sexual, and I felt alright with the situation. Yes, alright, it wasn\'t typical. Normal just-friends didn\'t do things like this, but my relationship with Jason had never been normal. Hadn\'t Mike been trying to set us up since the beginning of the school year? How many times had he tried to get the two of us to kiss?

Jason\'s breath warmed my neck and I lazily opened my eyes. I didn\'t want to move, let alone turn around to see why his chest was suddenly pressed tight against my back. It didn\'t bother me that his arms were laying on top of mine, or that he\'d entwined our fingers together. It did bother me, though, when his mouth brushed the side of my face. There was no reason for him to be doing that. And when his lips began tugging on my earlobe, I yelped. He let go of my hands and put his palms flat on my stomach, pulling me into his lap. \"I haven\'t even bitten down, Savvy,\" he said. He sounded hurt. Wounded.

\"I don\'t want you to,\" I mumbled, using his arms to push myself up. My foot slipped on the slick bottom of the tub and I landed back in his lap. His hands gently twirled me around and he pushed my head into his shoulder. I let out a muffled cry but his grip was strong and he didn\'t let me go. It was a miracle that I still hadn\'t touched him between his legs. I\'d die, mortified, if I did that. \"I want to go to bed,\" I said, my lips brushing against his skin.

\"Let\'s just relax here for a while,\" he said, putting his hands on the small of my back. He slid us both to the deepest part of the tub, so only our shoulders and heads were above the water. \"Doesn\'t that feel good?\" he asked, raising one of his dark eyebrows. \"You girls just have a shower, isn\'t that right?\"

\"Yeah,\" I mumbled. \"Was that shampoo scented?\"

He smiled at me. \"Glad you noticed. It\'s jasmine, like the bubble bath.\"

I stared at him. \"Why… why do you have that?\"

\"That\'s your favorite,\" he said by way of explanation.

I frowned, uneasy. \"How long was I asleep?\" Maybe he\'d gone back to my room, seen the soaps I used, and went out to buy some for over here. But that was so much work… he probably wouldn\'t bother.

He stroked my cheek. \"Oh, it\'s about… two in the morning,\" he said. I put my hands up to my eyes and sighed. Jason grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands above my head. \"You are beautiful, Savannah,\" he said. I cocked an eyebrow at him. Where had that come from? His eyes trailed down from my face for the first time. I blushed and struggled against his grip, but his fingers only tightened. His legs slid under mine and he drew his knees up, effectively lifting me out of the water. Just high enough so he could see my breasts. It was obvious from the tilt of his eyes that he was staring at them.

My face turned red. \"Jason, stop it,\" I said.

\"What? I\'m letting you look at me,\" he said, grinning. \"Did you like it earlier?\" His meaning was unnervingly clear. I blushed and couldn\'t work my voice. My tongue suddenly felt swollen. He kept my arms raised in the air and that grin glued to his face. \"Did you like it, Savvy? My skin against yours? Do you remember?\" He put his mouth next to my ear and I felt his tongue graze my earlobe. I shivered and he wrapped one of his large, strong hands around both of my wrists. He lowered his free one to the water. \"I cupped your breasts…like this,\" he reminded me, lifting his free hand to rest under my left breast. He followed all his words with actions. \"And I rolled my palm over your nipple… like this. Did you like that little squeeze I gave you? How\'s this?\"

\"St-Stop it!\" I begged, closing my eyes. I was warm and tense between my legs, and if he kept caressing my breast like he was I didn\'t know what I\'d do. He was paying so much attention to just the one, the other was begging for his touch. The crazy image of him kissing my chest popped into my head, and I fought to push it away. No! We were just-friends, weren\'t we?

His mouth closed around my earlobe and he started sucking. His teeth nipped my skin and he let my hands go. I immediately stood up and clambered out of the tub, not caring that Jason got a nice view of my ass in the process. He stood up and out of the tub while I stood shivering in the middle of the floor. I shut my eyes so I wouldn\'t see him, and after a minute he started rubbing my hair with a towel. \"You have a cute little ass, Savvy. The clothes you wear don\'t suit you.\" He dropped the towel to my shoulders and reached around my front. His hips brushed against my back and I was extremely relieved to find he\'d put a towel on. I wasn\'t at all relieved when he gripped my breasts again, and his mouth started kissing the side of my face. I cringed and tilted my head away from him. \"I\'d never guess you had such nice breasts, sweetheart. Why don\'t you show them off?\"

\"I don\'t like them,\" I found myself saying. I never discussed my body with anyone. Jason picked the towel off my shoulders and rubbed at my shoulders and my back. His silence was heavily disapproving. I scrambled for a way to explain myself. \"They get in the way. Men don\'t know how hard it is to try and run when you have extra, unbalanced weight attached to your chest. To try and do anything, really. And I\'m not even that big.\" I was rambling and I knew it, so I bit down on my tongue and forced myself to shut up.

Jason circled around to my front and ran the towel over my breasts. I watched him, shivering, while he did. His eyes respectfully rested on mine, but he made no attempt to hide his lecherous smirk. \"I think you\'re perfect, Savvy,\" he said, lowering the towel to clean off my stomach. Now that we were outside the tub, I was freezing. The dark red curtain had been pulled over the window, but the glass was obviously open. A breeze was blowing inside, making the candles flicker and me shudder. Jason kissed my cheek and kneeled so he could dry off my legs. Then he tossed the thick, warm cotton towel aside and picked up a much thinner one. I frowned at him and swayed a little on my feet.

He looked up at me, worried. \"Do you need to sit down?\" he asked. I shook my head. If I sat down now I\'d never get up again. I couldn\'t wait until he let me go to bed. I was falling asleep on my feet… until he pressed the thin towel between my legs and started drying off my cunt. I gasped and started to step back but he grabbed my calf, effectively gluing me to the floor. \"Shush,\" he ordered, glaring at me. He wrapped the towel around one of his fingers and gently dipped it into me. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself and shook while he lifted and lowered his finger in a tender stroking motion against my clit. The feel of the towel was unexpectedly soft and I let out a tiny, pleasured moan. Jason smirked. \"I keep going, sweetheart, but you\'re just not getting dry. In fact…\" and his smirk took on a cruel look again, \"you\'re wetter than ever.\"

\"Jason!\" I said, tilting my head back. I made another pleasured sound from low in my throat. To my intense surprise Jason discarded the towel, but he didn\'t stop stroking my center. \"Se-Jason..\" I mumbled, my grip on his shoulders slipping. He tilted his head to the side and kept a calm look on his face. Instead of stopping, he slid another finger into me and intensified the rhythm of his… intimate massage. He had long fingers.

\"My Savannah, my Savvy,\" he murmured, the tip of his finger brushing my cervix.

I cried out in orgasm. \"Oh, God, oh, Jason,\" I whispered, my knees buckling. He caught me and cradled me in his arms. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and started sucking on them, dragging his tongue down their length to drink up my fluid. \"Oh, God,\" I said again.

\"Speaking,\" Jason said, chuckling. He picked me up and carried me down to the guest room, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor. \"You taste wonderful, Savvy,\" he informed me, pecking my forehead. He laid me down on the bed and smoothed my damp hair back from my face. \"I\'ll be right back,\" he promised. And then he was gone. I turned my head so my cheek was resting against the pillow. I was groggy, and my limbs were heavy, but I was tingling all over and I couldn\'t help but smile. I hadn\'t asked Jason to do that, but it\'d felt wonderful. My mother would have a heart attack if she found out what I\'d just let him do.

When he walked back in the room, he had a familiar sweatshirt in his hands. It was a heavy gray one he wore while he jogged in the winter. He walked up to me and slipped it over my head. It was soft, and warm, and smelled like him. \"My panties…\" I mumbled. He smirked and his hand slid over my ass.

\"I was going to let you go without,\" he said. I gave him a look and he laughed. A few moments later he was gone and back, sliding my maroon panties up over my legs. Then he pulled the covers up over me. He turned off the side table lamp and was already in the doorway by the time I thought to say anything.

\"You were good,\" I mumbled, lifting my head slightly. It wasn\'t the best compliment but it was the best I could think of at the moment. What was I supposed to say? That he\'d given me my first orgasm? That I\'d been waiting all semester for this to happen? Absolutely not. His girlfriends would never admit to that, and I wasn\'t going to either.

He leaned up against the doorway and watched me. He didn\'t say anything, he just stayed in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He was still wearing just a cotton towel wrapped around his waist. Eventually I lowered my head back to the pillow and closed my eyes. I\'m not sure, but it felt like he stayed and watched over me until I fell asleep. It was a nice feeling.


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