Chapter 3
Sully
I so cannot do that. Little Pax is not little and he is not to be ignored. It takes less than a minute to discover these findings.
“Cowgirl, you just straddle me. Like this.” Pax lies down on the couch while I crawl timidly on top of him.
I can’t help but think that maybe I should have put on some lingerie for tonight.
Maybe it would have bestowed upon me some kind of superpower to know what to do, but there’s no going back now.
It doesn’t matter anyway because his strong hands guide me to where I should be and immediately I feel the bulge rub against my pussy.
“For reverse cowgirl, you turn the other way.” His fingers grip my hips and turn me around. “If we were doing hot seat, you’d stay that way, and I’d sit up.”
The warmth of his chest floods my back as I desperately try to take in the new perspective. My body is hot, like to the point I’m pretty sure my clothes are about to melt off of me. He must feel it. Which is so embarrassing. But hey, he told me to ignore his bulge, so he can ignore me.
“And the socket?”
He clears his throat. “Ya, for that one. You’ll bend all the way forward and I’ll lie back down.”
And shit…I don’t know if he realizes it, but he lets out a small groan. His large hands rest at my hips and I’m up on my elbows. “Like this?”
“Ya,” he says gruffly, and I feel a small rock against my pussy. My nipples are about to rip through my T-shirt, I’m so turned on. “Just like that.”
“What about the next one? Pearly gates?”
“Sit up slowly.” Like I’m in a trance, I do as he says. “And then lean back slowly.”
My back is to his chest, and I feel like I’ve lost some connection. “I don’t really get this one.”
A dark chuckle escapes his lips. “That’s because I’m not inside you.”
“Oh.”
“Ya. This one is great for the G-spot. And for me playing with you. If you had a vibrator.”
Oh shit. My whole body is trembling as his words create visuals in my mind of him tugging on my nipples and playing with my clit. I sit up quickly. Maybe too quickly.
“Ooof!” he grunts.
“Sorry. Um, what’s the last one?” My hands are on his thighs in between my own legs straddling him, and my only saving grace is that I’m not looking at him.
“Face off? We don’t have to do that one.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s good. It’s the last one, right?”
“Ya. Just turn around. Slowly,” he warns. And as I turn to face him, I find him sitting up. “Put your arms around me.” His hoarse voice sends shivers down my spine.
“Like this?”
“Mhmm.” The light stubble on his jaw grazes my cheek and it should be abrasive, but it’s not. It feels tender. “So what do you think?” he whispers in my ear. “Which one is your favorite?”
I shrug, even though I know it’s this one.
“I think I can guess.”
“Ya?”
“It’s this one.” His hands on my back rub small circles, and I crave more contact. I shouldn’t. This isn’t real. But he’s right. This is my favorite one, and it feels so intimate.
But I don’t want to let him know all of that, so I just say, “You might be right.”
“Might be?” He taunts. “Might be? I don’t think so.” He nuzzles into my neck and nips at my earlobe. “This is one hundred and fifty percent your favorite position. You wanna know how I know?”
“I do not.” I totally do.
“I can feel it.” His hand splays out on my lower back and inches me forward over his dick and my traitorous lips let out a soft whimper. At the same time, he huffs out a light chuckle. To my absolute mortification.
“Just ignore it,” I mumble as I push on his chest to standing. Now I’m towering over him—hardly. But he just leans back and spreads his legs.
“Anything else you want to ask?”
My eyes immediately drop to his dick. Of course he notices, and of course he doesn’t let it go without acknowledgement.
“You wanna see it?”
God. I’m so pathetic. But yes, I do want to see it. I’ve never seen a penis in real life, but here I am, writing about them all the time.
I nod my head and he just leans back further into the couch as if this is just a regular Friday night for him. Hell, maybe it is. He is known as one of the Renegades biggest players.
“Go ahead.” He tilts his chin up at me. “Take your time.”
Alrighty then…I lower myself to my knees, because really, when am I going to have another opportunity like this with the hottest guy ever giving me full access to his body.
I unbutton his jeans and slowly slide the zipper down.
Black boxer briefs hide his cock. Hide? That was definitely the wrong word.
The thin fabric hardly hides anything because a fully hard dick points itself at me. Right at my face. Taunting me.
I suck in a quick breath. One furtive glance at Pax tells me his eyes are closed, so I just go for it. I pull the waistband of his boxers down and his dick boings free. Like a freaking cartoon sound effect, I swear to God. Boing! And then it’s just there, bobbing in the wind.
“You can touch it,” Pax’s gravelly voice hits my ears. When I look up at him again, his hooded eyes watch me.
I trail my index finger up the backside of his length and down each side. When his leg shudders, I ask, “Is this okay?”
“Yup,” comes his clipped reply.
I’ve read enough romance to know how authors describe a hand job, so I wrap my hand around his girth and slide up.
“How does that feel?” I ask Pax.
“Good.”
I bite my bottom lip. I want to make him feel good. It’s insane to have this kind of power over someone. I also want more answers from him though. “Where do you feel it? For…um…my research.”
“In my balls. Floating up my spine.”
“Close your eyes,” I encourage him. “What does it feel like?”
“Feels hot. Everywhere.”
I’m hot everywhere. And I’m desperate to taste him. I shouldn’t. This is absolute madness. But I ask anyway, “Can I taste you?”
His eyes meet mine and blow wide open at my question, and then his head drops to the back of the couch. “Fuck. Ya.”
With only my reading history, and hormones full of curiosity, I lick him like a lollipop. Up and down. Fuck. He tastes good. Musky. Manly. His groans fill the space between us and he reaches for my tits. Like he knows exactly where my nipple is, he pinches it softly.
And that’s when the research ends and the lust takes over. I suck his tip into my mouth, moaning at the flavor. God, I’m so hot for this guy that I’ve had a crush on forever. I can’t believe I have his cock in my mouth, and I can’t get enough.
He sits up and massages my breasts. When his hand dips lower to unbutton my own jeans, I squirm for a second.
“Can I?” he asks gruffly.
And shit, if I don’t know who’s taken over my body, but I just nod and say, “Mhmmm.” He slides my jeans down my thighs and pulls me up on his chest.
“Come sit on my face.”
“What?”
“It’s a new position we haven’t tried. C’mere.” And then he adds. “Hold onto the couch.”
I have no idea why—
“Oh shit!” That’s why. His tongue swipes up through my entrance and then he sucks on my clit. A moan wrenches free from my throat and the pleasure ripples through my body until I’m riding his face and moaning his name.
When his tongue goes inside of me, I swear a sob cascades out of me.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Sully. Like candy.” His nose rubs my clit as he french kisses me down there. When he comes up for air and sucks hard on my clit, I explode. Gushing out onto him.
I hear him slurping me up and can’t stop riding his face. I feel completely unhinged. Unmoored. Oh my God.
“Baby, can I come on your tits?”
Oh. Fuck. There’s more?
When I look down, behind me, I see him fisting his cock.
“Yes,” I say with not just a hint of desperation.
And then he slides his cock under my baggy shirt and shoots his cum between my breasts. It’s warm. Sticky. And fuck if I don’t feel like he just claimed me. Which is an absolutely asinine thought to have. But I have it all the same.
Without lifting my shirt, one large hand roams up my stomach. Thumb on one nipple, pinky on the other, he massages his cum into my skin, all the while looking at me with the most intense look in his eyes.
“That was fucking hot, Sully.”
“Ya. Um…and I think I got enough for my research.”