Chapter 24 Sullivan
SULLIVAN
“Sullivan…”
I stay rooted to the spot, waiting to see what her next move will be. Waiting to see if she wants me like I want her.
My name breathed so softly from her lips has my eyes hooding with lust as I stare down at her. She rises on her toes and lightly dusts her lips over mine with trepidation like she’s testing out how it feels.
“Say the word, Tate,” I whisper. “Let me kiss you.”
She sinks her teeth into her pouty lower lip, looking at me from beneath her lashes, still toeing that line between what her body wants and what her head is telling her to do.
I cradle her face in a way that leaves no room for hesitation, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. “I want to kiss you so badly. Let me. Please.”
She nods. It’s so slight that if I weren’t enraptured by her every move, I’d miss it.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Thank you.”
I crush my lips to hers, the move making us stumble back into the piano. I drop my hand to her hip, squeezing it as I steady her.
“Tate,” I groan.
She’s had me wanting her for weeks. She’s in my dreams, in my head. She’s every-fucking-where.
I’m ready to devour her, but she’s frozen in place like she can’t move.
“Kiss me back. Really fucking kiss me, Tate. I need you in this with me,” I plead, sliding a hand to her neck, pinning her gently in place as I drag my tongue over the seam of her mouth. “Let me in, Baby.”
She sucks in a breath as if she’s remembering where she is.
Then she surges forward, answering my prayers, meeting me in the middle with a wild hunger that rivals my own.
Our mouths crash together. It’s a crushing kiss. One that ignites the blood in my veins and draws a deep groan from my chest. It’s a kiss that has me delving deeper and deeper, seeking to tether her to me. To make sure she’s right here alongside me. Feeling this undeniable pull between us.
I snag her lower lip between my teeth and bite down gently on it until she whimpers.
“You’re so damn sexy, you know that?”
I lean over her, swallowing her small gasps as I take, and take, and take. Using my tongue to taste her, to steal her whimpers and store them away to replay in my head when I’m alone.
I fucking obliterate her final hesitations about what we’re doing. Kissing her the way I want to. The way I need to.
Deep, urgent, raw.
A man possessed.
“Sullivan,” she gasps.
I break apart so she can breathe, resting my forehead against hers. “Don’t ask me to stop,” I beg, even though it sounds more like a command. “Please don’t ask me to stop.”
She shakes her head, before grabbing my hair and dragging my mouth down to hers with renewed urgency. Her tongue seeks mine, matching me stroke for stroke, as eager for my taste as I am for hers.
“Oh my God,” she pants as I drop my hands to those fucking curves of her hips and yank her body against mine.
She gasps as my cock presses into her.
“This is what you do to me,” I growl, flexing the thick length against her so she can appreciate just how painfully hard I am.
I need to be inside her, burying myself to the hilt. It’s more than an obsession now; it’s goddamn essential to my survival.
“Tate,” I moan. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I dig my fingers into her flesh, my mouth dropping to suck the point where her pulse is pounding in her neck.
I could bite right through her flesh. Drink her down.
I’m that fucking starved to get a taste of her.
There’s no time for subtle. She needs to understand how crazed I am for her. She’s consumed my mind for weeks.
Her curves. Her defiance when she stands up to me. Her damn obliviousness to the way I stalk her with my eyes like a predator when she’s in my apartment. When she’s in my kitchen teaching my daughter how to cook. When she’s playing my piano and filling my home with laughter and lightness and… her.
Whatever she’s doing, I see it. I watch. I notice every single thing. And it’s fueled the obsession to have her more each day, until it’s become too powerful for me to resist.
“Sullivan,” she whines, clawing at my shirt as she drops her head back, exposing more of her neck.
I suck it roughly, knowing I’ll leave a mark. But I don’t care. I want her marked by me. I want her to look in the mirror and remember this. Remember how damn good it is with me.
“That feels amazing,” she mewls, sliding her hand between us to the front of my pants.
Her touch is soft and slow.
I grab her wrist and hold it still.
“That’s it, get a good hold on it, Baby.” My breath stutters in fevered groans as she wraps her fingers around my dick and I drag her hand up and down, jerking myself roughly. “Treat it like you own it.”
“You like it like this?” she breathes.
“God, yes. Don’t stop,” I grit, shoving her dress up around her waist. I yank her panties to the side and curse as I swipe through silky wetness.
“Sullivan,” she moans.
“Soaked for me,” I growl in appreciation.
She gasps as I sink two fingers inside her. I should take it slow. But fuck…
“Knew you’d feel good. I fucking knew it.” I look down at my palm meeting her skin with each forward thrust.
I’m rough, taking my cues from the way she’s crooning my name and clawing at my hair as she pulls me in for another kiss.
“When was the last time a man made you come?” I ask, pulling back to look at her heaving cleavage.
I drag down one side of her dress, freeing her breast.
Pink nipples. Goddamn perfect.
“I don’t… Oh lord!” She whimpers as I close my lips around her nipple and suck.
“Don’t what? Don’t remember?” I alternate between kisses and bites over the heavy flesh surrounding it, before sucking on her tightly puckered nipple again.
“I can’t…” she pants as I fuck her with my fingers and circle her nipple. “God, Sullivan, don’t stop.”
“Wild fucking horses couldn’t stop me right now, Tate.”
I take the weight of her breast in my palm and knead it, teasing that delicious pink nipple with my teeth.
“Jesus, you’re so sexy.”
She rubs me faster through my pants, and I match her pace, burying my fingers inside her.
“Oh God… Oh my God… I…”
Her lower stomach tenses and a fresh wave of wetness flows into my palm as she clenches around my fingers.
“That’s it, Baby. Let it go. Come all over my hand like a good girl.”
“God, yes,” she cries.
“That’s it.” I rise so I can see her expression.
“Sullivan,” she whispers, her pupils dilating.
I drag in a breath, almost choking on it as her eyelashes flutter uncontrollably and her cheeks flush brightly.
“Tate?”
She nods, answering my unspoken question.
“Good girl.” I exhale roughly. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”
A whimper escapes her and her back bows.
She’s silent for a beat.
Then she sucks in a breath and lets it shatter out in a cry as she comes. “Sullivan! I can’t… fuck… I’m coming, I’m… oh fuckfuckfuck…”
I look into her trusting blue eyes as she comes apart for me, riding each clench and wave out with me, sharing every part of her pleasure with me as she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
Like a fucking goddess.
“Sullivan,” she whines my name in awe as her orgasm fades, like she was in ecstasy, and I’m the one who put her there.
“Come with me.”
I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her trembling legs around my waist.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Where I’ve dreamed of seeing you.”
I carry her into my bedroom and drop her onto the bed, standing back to look at her. Her red hair fans out against the white sheets like a scorching flame.
I unbutton my shirt as I drink her in.
“Take your dress off.”
She complies slowly, watching me undress as she reaches around and slides down her zipper. Her eyes roam over my chest before dipping lower and snagging on the tented fabric of my pants.
“Don’t get distracted,” I scold as I unfasten my belt.
Her eyes glitter, and she slips the dress from her shoulders rolling it down her body, uncovering inch after inch of soft, smooth, feminine flesh.
“Now your bra and panties.”
I drag my zipper down, my cock twitching as I shove my pants down and step out of them.
Tate’s eyes darken as they fix on my erection straining inside my boxers. I study her as I push them down and free my cock. Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open in a silent gasp.
My lips twitch and I make a show of wrapping my hand around my dick and giving it a slow stroke.
“Now show me what I’m getting,” I rasp, gesturing to her deep blue silk lingerie that’s still covering too much of her body.
She unclasps her bra at the front and her magnificent tits spill free, both nipples puckered into delicious pink peaks.
I squeeze my cock and the end of it drips.
“Keep going.” My voice comes out strained.
She wriggles, hooking her thumbs underneath the sides of her panties and lifting her hips from the bed in order to slide them off.
It’s the little arch of her hips that does it.
Like an invitation.
I lose all fucking patience.
“Fuck!”
I grab her legs and lift them onto my shoulders. I don’t give her time to react. I sink my face between her thighs and press my mouth against her soaking flesh, my body going taut as her taste hits my tongue.
“Fuck, yes, oh sweet Jesus…” I groan.
I suck and lick and grunt and swallow, eating up her quivering little pussy like my life depends on it.
“Sullivan.” She arches on the bed, her hands twisting my hair at the roots. “Oh my God, You’ll make me come again.”
“Exactly what I was aiming for,” I murmur against her skin, holding her eyes as I scissor my fingers, parting her and exposing her clit to me.
I tongue the sweet swollen flesh, watching the way her back bows.
“Please,” she whimpers. “It’s… oh my God… so good…”
I press my lips to her, humming a soft tune before I continue to work her with my tongue.
“What… what is that?” she moans.
“Don’t you recognize it?”
She stares at me as I hum the song against her again.
“It feels…” Her eyes roll and her grip on my hair tightens.
“Feels beautiful,” I say, humming and licking her again.
“Sullivan… Oh fuck.”