Chapter 22
Sumner
I had to be honest with myself. I was scared shitless at first.
Joey had taught me to dread closeness. He broke something in me that I thought would take me years to fix. He always used intimacy as a weapon. Every touch came with pain, and he made me believe that being wanted was the same as being owned. That if someone touched me, I owed them something back.
It started small. He’d ask for things I didn’t want to give. Then he stopped asking. And after a while, I stopped saying no because it didn’t matter anymore. He’d already decided for both of us.
That kind of thing didn’t leave right away.
It settled in my body, and I found myself flinching at movements before anything ever happened.
Even now, I reacted to certain things the way I had reacted with Joey, and I knew Sly had noticed.
But he knew I wasn’t scared of him. Never had been.
But this…kissing and touching him did light something in me that at first sent shivers down my spine.
For a long time, I avoided everything that even looked like intimacy. I didn’t want to be touched. I didn’t want to explain why. I didn’t want to see pity in anyone’s eyes. I thought it was easier to shut that part of me down than to risk it again.
Then Sly came along. And it wasn’t that he fixed it, but he didn’t push. He didn’t act like I was broken. He treated me like someone who still had a say in what happened to her own body.
He gave me space to breathe, to decide, to want. That was new. I hadn’t wanted anything in a long time. Not without fear tagging along.
With him, the fear was manageable.
He stayed careful, always checking in with his eyes, his hands, his pace.
He let me lead.
He let me be in control.
And that, more than anything, made me want to keep this going.
His fingers curled inside me, moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made my head spin, and I could feel something building deep inside, a growing heat that left me desperate for it to rise even further.
It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in years. Or ever, really.
“Sumner.”
I met his gaze when he said my name.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, still moving his fingers in and out of my while his thumb circled my cit.
I sucked in a shaky breath and gripped his wrist tighter. I hadn’t even noticed I was holding it, but I was subconsciously making sure he wouldn’t pull away.
“I need more,” I croaked out.
“Will you let me taste you first?” he asked. “I told you we’ll take this slow. I wanna do this right.”
And I was grateful for that. But I wasn’t sure I could wait any longer.
“Sumner,” he growled, dipping his fingers even deeper inside me. “I want inside you, but I want a taste first. Will you let me?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes…ah!” My thighs shook and my toes curled. “Yes, I’ll let you.”
A smug but pleased grin tugged at his lips as he pulled his fingers out of me, and I whimpered at the loss of their thickness stretching me.
Sly hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, and I lifted off the counter enough to let him take them off me. My panties followed, and once they were on the floor, he put his fingers on me again.
He leaned in to kiss me, with his tongue sliding into my mouth passionately. He pushed his two fingers back into me, and when he broke the kiss to look at me, he said, “I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy now. If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?”
I shook my head because I had a feeling that I wouldn’t want him to stop.
He chuckled and lifted his other hand to cup my jaw. “Sumner, if you need me to stop, you will tell me,” he repeated, his tone darker now. “You understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
“Tell me what I just told you.”
“That I have to tell you to stop if I need you to stop.”
“There we go. Good girl.” He pressed one more kiss to my lips before he pulled his fingers out and lowered himself until his head was between my thighs.
His hands came around my thighs, and he put my right leg over his shoulder. I adjusted on the counter and leaned back on my elbows, never taking my eyes off him as he places kisses along my inner thighs.
It was when I felt his breath against my skin that I realized just how aware I was of every inch he touched. It was a sensation I hadn’t felt before, and while I still felt dizzy, I tried my hardest to memorize this in case I would never get to feel it again.
Sly was looking up at me, waiting for something. Permission, maybe.
I’m in control, I reminded myself.
So I bit my lip and nodded, and that’s when he finally brought his mouth to my pussy.
It was only a soft, lingering kiss at first, until he made that low, hungry sound and slid his tongue between my folds to taste me.
My head fell back, and my hips jerked without meaning to. He hooked his arms under my thighs to hold me still, but the groan in his throat told me he liked how I squirmed.
He didn’t rush. He moved slow and careful, tasting every inch of me. He traced my entrance with the tip of his tongue, circled my clit, then dipped lower to suck at the slickness pooling there.
God, he was so good that.
I tried to muffle the sounds coming out of me, but I decided not to worry about how loud I was being.
Not when he was making me feel this way.
My hand went to his head, gripping his curls tightly with my fist as he took my clit between his lips.
He sucked, then released. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he said.
His words were muffled, and the vibration of his voice sent shivers through my body.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, pushing my hip more toward him.
“No chance,” he assured me. “God, you look so fucking beautiful coming undone for me.”
His words could’ve been enough to make me come. Having his mouth on me was even better but he was a tease. Every time I started to tip toward the edge, Sly would pull back and press kisses to my inner thighs.
“Let me see you come apart for me,” he encouraged. “Such a good girl.”
He alternated between filthy and worshipful, and I couldn’t decide which made me wetter. My legs started to tremble again as he finally flicked his tongue against my clit without stopping, and I felt the orgasm build from the very tips of my toes.
He must have sensed it, because he slid two fingers back inside me and curled them just right, tongue still working my clit at the same time.
The pleasure was so sharp and intense I nearly sobbed.
I heard herself babbling in the distance, begging him to make me come.
His tongue never let up, and I finally shattered.
The orgasm tore through me, with a hot, pulsing wave that left me arching off the countertop and grabbing at his shoulders for dear life.
If I hadn’t trusted him before, I sure as hell trusted him now. With every fiber of my being.
Sly
Her taste lingered on my tongue as I stood in front of her, admiring her face overcome with emotions. She looked like a goddess, with her long hair spilled all over her shoulders and down her back, and with her legs wide open.
I didn’t miss the small catches in her breath.
They worried me at first, thinking that maybe what I had just done caused her to have another panic attack.
But that wasn’t the case. She was relaxed, with her eyes telling me everything I needed to know.
She wanted more, and I was ready to give it all to her.
I stepped between her legs and slid my hands along her thighs, squeezing gently. The thin cotton of my sweatpants did nothing to hide how hard I was. The fabric stretched tightly against my cock.
“You feeling okay?” I asked.
“Yes.” She smiled, sweet but tired, and she reached for me to guide me even closer.
I could feel the heat of her through my pants as she wrapped her legs around me until my hips were flush against hers. The pressure where we met sent a jolt through my entire body, making my breath hitch to match hers.
“Was that okay?” I needed to hear her say it even though I already knew the answer. She came on my mouth. Of course she fucking thought that was okay.
She nodded and gripped my sweater with one hand, slowly circling her hips. My cock grew harder, and she kept rubbing on it.
“It was more than okay,” she assured me. “And I want more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, please.”
I grinned. “So damn polite.”
I leaned in and kissed her, cradling her face between my palms, and feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. The kiss deepened, turning passionate as our tongues moved slow with each other.
When I pulled back enough to look into her eyes, I whispered, “I’m going to take you to the bedroom.”
“Okay.”
“Hold on to me.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I lifted her off the counter to carry her over to my bedroom.
I set her down on the bed slowly, easing her onto her back until she sank into the mattress. She looked up at me, eyes wide with desire that made my chest tighten. I stayed at the edge of the bed, taking her in, wanting to memorize the sight of her like this.
She looked so at ease, so trusting, and I didn’t want to interrupt this moment. Not for another while.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I asked quietly.
Her smile turned shy. “Quite a few times, yes.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I need you to remember it in case I ever forget to tell you.”
Her blush deepened. She bit her lip and looked at me like she wasn’t sure what to do with the way I was looking at her, and I figured it was because she was half-naked, and I was still fully dressed.
“I’ll take off my clothes now,” I told her, waiting for her response.
“Okay.”
“Okay.” I smirked and reached for the drawstring of my sweatpants, loosening it while keeping my gaze on her face.
Her gaze dropped to my crotch and she didn’t look away. My pulse thudded in my throat as I pushed my pants down my hips, followed by my boxers. She exhaled, eyes following my every move.