Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bonnie
I wanted to stay awake.
Because as much as those ugly thoughts in my head wanted to make me feel weird about what happened in the glass room, they were now drowned out by other ones. Ones that were overjoyed that Sully clearly wanted me back, that it wasn’t just a heat-of-the-moment thing, that this was actually happening.
Unfortunately, though, I’d always been someone who went to bed somewhat early. And the late nights at the clubhouse were catching up to me.
I’d barely gotten a chance to brush my teeth and wash my face before I fell into the bed, out cold in minutes.
It was crummy sleep, though. I was back in my nightmares, only now they had a new locale: the clubhouse. As per usual, just to add some extra spicy terror, there was no light. And a faceless man was chasing me through the only partially familiar territory, his breath warm on my neck, his hands reaching out to…
“You’re alright,” Sully murmured, reaching to roll me onto my side. “I got you. No creepy dream demon stands a chance against me. Though, I’m pretty sure holy water might burn me too at this point,” he added, making the traces of the dream fall away as I smiled at him.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey.”
He looked surprisingly well-rested. Clearly, he’d been able to climb into bed without waking me at some point. But maybe he’d been beside me for longer than I’d realized.
“What time is it?”
Sully leaned up, glancing past me at the nightstand. “Just after six.”
“What time did you come in?”
“Two-ish.”
“You need more sleep,” I said, trying not to be disappointed about that fact when I was fully rested and ready to spend more time with him.
“Nah,” he said, his fingers still on my hip, digging in a bit.
“Four hours isn’t enough.”
“More than enough,” he countered, ducking his head down, his breath warm on my neck. “Besides, I have something I need more than sleep.”
“What’s that?” I asked, a shiver moving through my belly as his lips pressed into the skin just under my ear.
“You,” he said, rolling onto his back, pulling me over him, then sealing his lips to mine.
My body moved on pure instinct, legs parting to straddle him, my hands reaching to frame his face.
His lips grew hungrier under mine, demanding more, even as his hands slid down my back to sink into my butt, pulling down, grinding me against his already straining need.
There was no stopping the whimper of need that moved through me, making me break the kiss and press my forehead to Sully’s as his hips rocked up against me.
Heat bloomed through me, sparked, caught, burned until it threatened to consume me completely.
Sully sat up, making his cock press against me again even as his hand went to the back of my neck, fingers nearly crushing in as his lips took mine again.
Hard.
Almost bruising.
And I loved that he didn’t think that he needed to be gentle with me, that because I was a little shy, a bit unsure of myself at times, that I was somehow breakable.
My desire was just as bold and demanding as anyone else’s. And, if anything, his slipping hold on his control was just what I needed to reassure me if one of those pesky, insecure thoughts arose.
Sully’s teeth snagged my lower lip, biting and pulling until a whimper escaped me, half pain, half pleasure.
My hips writhed against him, letting him know how much I liked his lack of control.
Breaking the kiss, his bright eyes found mine, his gaze molten, watching me for a moment while I ground against his hardness, shameless in my need.
His hands slid down my body, stopping at my hips, then sliding upward, teasing under my shirt, his warm fingers on my skin making a shiver rack my system.
His head ducked, lips on that spot right where my neck met my shoulder, kissing, flicking his tongue, as his fingers teased up over my ribs, splayed just a fraction too low from where I was aching for him to touch.
“Sully,” I whimpered, fingers digging into the material of his tee. A tee that I suddenly violently hated, wanting it off of him as soon as possible.
My hands were demanding then, pulling at the t-shirt until Sully moved back and raised his arms, letting me pull it off him.
But before I could let my fingers explore him, trace the indents of his abdominal muscles, and get to know the curves of his tattoos, his hands were reaching for my shirt.
I’d never been so desperate to be free of it before, my hands going straight up as he reached to pull it off, his gaze staying on mine for a long second before drifting lower.
The sound that escaped him was something feral, close to a growl, and it had my sex clenching hard, my hips rocking to meet the need.
My breath caught as his hands moved to cover my breasts, squeezing, making my head fall back on a sigh as my nipples immediately responded, twisting into painfully tightened buds.
A groan moved through Sully as his hands shifted, his thumbs and forefingers seeking my nipples and doing delicious little rolls.
But as I whimpered and rocked against him, his fingers grew tighter and rolled harder.
“Sully,” I sighed, hips moving side to side impatiently, needing more friction than I was getting.
“Love you moaning my name, baby,” he said. “But I’m not done exploring yet,” he told me.
His hands slid to my sides, pulling me upward, making close contact with his lap. There was no stopping the grumble that escaped me at the loss of that much-needed friction.
But then Sully’s head was moving between my breasts, making my heart thunder against my ribcage as his soft hair tickled my overly sensitive skin.
His lips pressed a sweet little kiss between the swells before his head suddenly shifted, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth hard.
The sound that escaped me was a choke as my hand slapped to the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked in strobe-like motions. Then his tongue traced. His teeth grazed.
Just when I thought I could come just from that, his head shifted to allow him to continue the sweet torment with my other nipple.
My chest felt tight from my panting breath by the time he released me.
Then his hands were going down my legs, slipping down the backs of my thighs, then hooking behind my knees and pulling hard.
My butt landed on his thighs as he hooked my legs behind his hips.
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, he was shifting forward, angling me backward until I was flat against the bed.
But he didn’t come over me, didn’t press into me like my body was crying out for.
He shifted up on his knees, his fingers sliding down over my shoulders, breasts, down my belly, then found the waistband of my pants and panties, and started to draw them down.
I pulled my legs upward, giving him the access he needed to pull the material off my ankles and toss it carelessly to the floor.
I’d never felt such a strong desire to be seen as I was right then. And the hunger in Sully’s gaze as he pulled my thighs around to the sides of his hips, exposing me fully to his view, had me almost wanting to weep with need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
But before I could even process the intensity in his voice, his fingers were slipping up my inner thighs, spreading me wider.
If there was a whisper of insecurity, it was drowned out by the jolt of desire as his thumb found my clit and started to circle it in excruciatingly slow circles.
“Look how wet you are for me already,” Sully said, his eyes almost closed with the strength of his desire. “Fuck,” he groaned when my legs spread wider for him, inviting him between as my breathing went fast and shallow. “Your pussy is needy, huh?” he asked.
Then his fingers were teasing at the entrance to my body, tapping, pressing, but not quite giving me what we both knew I needed.
“Sully, please,” I whimpered.
That rumble moved through him again. “Well, I can’t deny you when you ask so nice,” he said.
Then his fingers were sliding inside me and I didn’t recognize the animalistic sound that escaped me then.
Because his fingers were immediately demanding. Thrusting hard and fast, twisting, curling, keeping my body guessing, making it impossible for me to get to the edge, to grab ahold of the release I felt so desperate for.
“Fuck, I need to taste you,” he said.
Then his hands were off of me, and the bed was groaning as he shifted down onto the mattress, his face between my thighs, his tongue tracing up my cleft to find my clit.
There was nothing then, save for an overwhelming sort of pleasure and my fast, frantic, uneven breathing.
My hands slid down, sinking into Sully’s soft hair even as my thighs trapped him.
Not that Sully had any intention of trying to move away as his tongue worked me, as his fingers fucked me.
He was steady, relentless, giving me exactly what I needed to get right to that edge, then sending me free-falling into the orgasm that made the world go black, made my whole body convulse hard, made my thighs lock to the sides of his head as the pleasure pulled me under over and over.
Sully’s hands gripped my thighs after, releasing themselves from their hold, but only to turn and press soft kisses to my inner thighs, over my belly, up my ribs. Giving me time to come back down while also making fresh desire bloom once more before his lips took mine again.
I whimpered against his lips as my legs went around him. Throwing my weight, I rolled until he was under me.
Shifting, I let the length of his cock glide against my cleft as I leaned down, taking his lips again. His hands went to my butt, using it to grind me against him.
And I wanted that and him.
God, I wanted that.
But not until he was as desperate as I felt.
My lips moved down his jaw, his neck, my tongue teasing the pulse point, loving the frantic pound, knowing how much he wanted this.
His fingers were brushing into my ass by the time that I had to shift out of his reach as my tongue traced the grooves of his abs, heading downward, suddenly understanding his desperate need to taste me because I’d never wanted to feel someone in my mouth as I did right then.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as my hand closed around the base of his cock, my hair falling to curtain me as my tongue teased over the head for a moment before I sucked him deep.
His whole body went tense as I worked him, moving faster and deeper with each passing moment, spurred on by his heavy breathing and soft curses.
It wasn’t long until he was thrusting up into my mouth, making me fight back my gag reflex to take him that deep.
But just as quickly as it started, it stopped.
Sully’s hands grabbed my hair, using it to pull me back up over his body, the pain ricocheting across my scalp until I lowered down like he was silently demanding, sealing my lips over his.
A moan was muffled against his mouth at the feel of his hard lines against my softer ones.
But then he folded up to a seated position, taking me with him. He kept moving forward, bending me back until I was against the mattress.
His weight pressed down on me, a welcome pressure, as his lips slanted over mine again and again, as his hips ground down against me.
His weight shifted onto one arm as he reached into the nightstand before making quick work of protecting us.
Then his lips were on mine again, softer, deeper, as my hips writhed, and he ground down against me.
But just not quite what either of us wanted.
“Sully, please,” I whimpered when his lips moved to my ear.
“Fucking love you begging for my cock,” he said, voice rough, as he ground down against me one more time before shifting back.
His gaze found mine right before he surged forward, taking all of me in one deep thrust that had us both gasping.
“ Fuck ,” Sully hissed, the sound mingling with my whimper as my walls tightened around him and my hips rocked.
Sully sucked in a deep breath, trying to find some control again.
But we were both too far gone.
My hands sank into his ass, grinding him into me as my hips rolled.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
We were pure instinct then, raw need.
I met his thrusts, my hips rocking, my fingers digging crescents into his shoulders, his hips, his ass as he drove me closer and closer to that edge.
“That’s it, baby,” Sully groaned as my walls got tighter and tighter. “Let me feel you come for me.”
Just like that, I did.
The ends of my cries were muffled as his lips claimed mine while he drove into me over and over, dragging it out.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Not yet.
He was still long and hard inside of me when I finally came back down.
But his movements when he started thrusting again were slow and deep, giving me a chance to come back down, while somehow still managing to drive me back up.
Once he sensed the change, he rolled us onto our sides, pulling my leg up over his hip, then rocking, the new position driving me up faster. Until my moans were frustrated whimpers and my hips tried to move faster.
Sully chuckled, rolling onto his back, letting me straddle him instead, to take control.
“Let me watch you fuck me,” he said, hands sinking into my hips. I would normally be getting up in my head again right then. But the desire in his eyes chased all those thoughts away. “Show me how you like to be fucked,” he said as I started to move, dragging a little whimper out of me.
There wasn’t an ounce of control in me then, no concern about my best angles. I rode him hard and fast, grinding down hard to engage my clit even as the angle let him hit that top wall just right .
When the next orgasm tore through me, the sound I made was more of a cry than a moan.
Sully thrust up into me, dragging out the orgasms before coming with a quiet curse, his whole body going tight.
Body jelly, I fell forward into him, my face curled into his neck. My heartbeat carried on an alarming bass beat in my chest. But against me, Sully had the same struggle.
I tried to focus on slow, deep breaths to ease that frantic breathing.
Seeming to sense the problem, Sully’s hands started to gently slide up and down my back, creating little shivers that stole my focus until my body naturally evened everything out.
Sully rolled us both to our sides again, sliding away from me. Then, with a soft kiss to my lips, he moved off of the bed.
“Feel free to ogle my ass as I walk away,” he told me with a boyish smile that was made all the more charming by the lock of hair that had fallen across one of his eyes.
“In that case,” I said with a playful smile, folding up, pulling the blankets with me because I wasn’t quite at his level of carefree, then sat up to watch.
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling wider, completely oblivious to the way his words made my belly swoop and my heart stammer.
Oooh, I was in trouble.
As much as some part of me wanted to blame the sex and those feel-good hormones it released, I knew better.
The sex was great.
Amazing.
The best, actually.
But these feelings had been growing since almost the moment we’d met. He’d just so effortlessly known how to handle me, how to calm me down, how to relate to me, but never treated me like less than just because my life experiences were so different from his.
Sometimes, when you were shy or introverted or anxious, people who were effortlessly extroverted tended to infantilize you. Sully didn’t do that at all. He could give me softness without acting like if he handled me wrong, I might shatter.
“That’s a very serious look,” Sully said, coming out of the bathroom, watching me with his head tipped to the side.
“About that shameful lack of orgasms?” he asked, nodding solemnly.
“ What ?” I balked. “I… I don’t think I could have taken any more.”
“Sure you could have. I think at least eight,” he said. I couldn’t help the snorting laugh that escaped me as he climbed up next to me, then reached to pull me against him. “What’s so funny?”
“Eight is not possible.”
I knew by the spark in his eye that wasn’t the right thing to say.
“Well, my sweet girl, that sure sounds like a challenge to me. One, if you’ll excuse the pun, I’ll be all too happy to rise to . After coffee. And breakfast. Maybe an electrolyte packet.”
A little laugh escaped me at that. “Not yet,” I demanded, letting myself snuggle closer. Just for a minute. I didn’t want to be too clingy. But, god, it felt good to be held by him. I needed a little longer.
“No, not yet,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Eventually, though, it was my traitorous grumbling stomach that had Sully finally moving away from me, heading over to the closet to pull on some fresh clothes.
Finished with that, seeming not to mind in the least that I watched the whole thing transpire, he reached to grab my panties and another set of leggings. But instead of grabbing one of my shirts, Sully went back to the closet and brought me back one of his well-worn, dryer-soft, oversized sweatshirts.
I was all too happy to slip it on, not caring how absurd it was that the sleeves hung down over my hands as we made our way out of the bedroom and toward the enticing scent of brewing coffee in the kitchen.
“Brooks,” Sully said, nodding to him.
Brooks gave him a nod. “Coffee’s fresh. Morning, Bonnie.”
“Hey, Brooks,” I said, suddenly acutely aware of how freshly fucked I must have looked. And that everyone in the clubhouse might see me in Sully’s shirt and draw conclusions. Hell, people might have heard us .
“Doing that overthinking thing again?” Sully asked, reaching to give my hair a little tug.
“A little,” I admitted.
“About what?” he asked, making us both mugs of coffee.
“If anyone might have… you know…” I said, giving him wide eyes.
“Heard us making sweet, sweet loving?” he asked, making a laugh bubble up and burst out, knowing nothing about what we’d done was exactly love making. “We’re all grown-ass men here, baby,” he said, shrugging it off as he passed me my cup. “We all fuck. Sometimes it gets loud. Who cares?”
“Yeah, but they’ll, you know, know it was… me.”
“Honey, they were assuming we were fucking already.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, my reputation for one,” he admitted, looking a little bashful at that. “But mostly because I’ve been sleeping with you.”
“Oh, right,” I agreed, shaking my head at myself.
“Hey, we have bagels,” Sully said, nodding toward a brown bag on the counter. “You a butter or cream cheese girl?”
“Butter. And sesame, if there is one.”
With that, we went about having breakfast.
Until the front door opened and there was a man’s voice, along with a familiar clanging noise.
Almost like… collar tags knocking together.
“Sull, you up yet?”
At my pinched brow look, Sully shot me a megawatt smile.
“Got a little surprise for you.”
Another surprise?
Could this guy get any better?
The answer, of course, was yes.
Yes, he could.