Chapter 24 Sullivan #2
She comes on my tongue, sending a rush of wetness that I swallow down with a rough curse, hungry for more.
I keep kissing and sucking, pinning her down by her hips when she tries to pull back and get away from me.
“It’s so sensitive. Stop,” she squeals.
I close my eyes, kissing between her legs with a tortured groan.
“I could do that all night,” I tell her as I move up onto my knees. I keep her legs held to my shoulders so she’s lying beneath me as I kneel over her.
“I want to be inside you so damn much, Tate,” I say, gripping my cock with one hand and running it up and down through her wetness, watching the swollen lips of her pussy part for me in invitation. “But you’ll have to take me bare if you want me.”
“You don’t use condoms?” She frowns at me, her cheeks glowing from her orgasm.
“I always use them. But I don’t have any in the house.”
I rub my cock over her clit, inhaling sharply as it touches my slit and my precum drips onto it. I don’t want to use one with her, even if I did have some. I want to feel every damn inch as I slide inside her. I want to watch her eyes widen at that first stretch as I take her.
“You’ll be safe if you say yes. Are you on birth control?”
“The pill,” she answers, studying me like she’s confused.
“What is it?” I turn my head and kiss her leg propped up on my shoulder.
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
I run my hand up and down her leg, pressing kisses to it as I gaze down at her.
“Can we do this, Tate?”
I tap the glistening crown of my cock against her clit, loving the way her lower lip trembles in response.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Thank fuck.
I hold my cock in position, pinning my eyes on hers as I feed the fat head inside her.
“Oh…” Her pupils blow wide, and her body resists me.
“You’re so wet. It’ll feel good in a minute. Just relax.”
She gasps beneath me as I push forward, sinking inside her tight wet heat with a grunt. “So fucking good.”
“That’s so—”
“You feel full?” I run my tongue over my teeth and look down at her stretched around me. My cock is hard as steel and shining with her arousal at the point she’s taken me up to.
“Yeah, you’re big.”
“I know I am. But we’re almost there,” I soothe.
“What?” Tate lifts her head from the pillow and looks down her body. Her eyes widen when she sees how much more of my cock she still has to take.
“You like watching?” I bite my lower lip with an appreciative moan. “Me too.”
I grab a spare pillow and slide it under her ass, so it’s lifted higher.
On a goddamn platter just for me.
“Fuck, you look good like this.” I kiss her leg again and reach forward with both hands, grabbing her tits and squeezing them. They’re round, full and fuckable. The image of sliding my cock between them makes me twitch inside her.
Tate whimpers at the movement and I take my opportunity to push the rest of the way inside her until my balls meet her skin.
“Fuck, yes.” I tilt my head back to the ceiling and exhale slowly, closing my eyes to savor it.
Damn, I needed this.
I slide out and drive back inside her, keeping my head back and my eyes closed, relishing the feeling of her sucking me back in. The coiled muscles of my torso pop beneath my skin as I bottom out inside her again.
Dropping my head back down, I peel my eyes open and look at her through hooded lids. “So fucking good, Baby.”
I pull back and thrust in harder making her tits bounce.
She gazes up at me as I build up a rhythm, my eyes glued to those fucking magnificent tits as they move.
But it’s not enough. I want to be so deep inside her that she doesn’t know where I end, and she begins.
I curl one hand around her hip and plant the other next to her head, folding her beneath me until her knees are almost touching her ears.
“This is how I’ve dreamed of you. Beneath me with my cock buried inside you.” I pump my hips, and I steal her gasp, kissing it from her lips and swallowing it down.
I want all her whimpers, all her cries.
All her goddamn noises.
Mine.
I thrust again. The angle is deep, but I can’t move fast enough. I can’t do it hard enough. I need to fuck her the way my body is screaming at me to.
“Tate,” I groan, kissing her again and sliding my tongue against hers. “You’re fucking delicious. Now hold on.”
I move back, widening my knees and pushing them into the mattress for leverage. My forearm strains as I keep a hand planted by her head, and her hip grasped inside an iron grip with the other.
Then I let her have it.
I slam into her again over and over. She can’t move beneath me, except to push her tits up as her spine curls from pleasure.
“Fuck, like that,” I urge. “Like fucking that, Baby. Do you know how good you feel?” I grind out, driving harder, deeper.
I thrust in and out, my cock getting covered in her slick arousal.
I grunt. “That’s it, Baby. Cream my cock up for me. Why don’t you come again and milk it for me, because I’m so damn close.”
“Sullivan… that’s…” Tate mewls as I drive my hips with force, slamming into her.
She shudders and lets out a whine.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I praise as her pussy strangles my cock like she’s barely managing to take all of me stuffed so deep inside her.
I keep fucking her. Hard and deep. I hold onto her hip, sinking my fingers into her flesh so hard I know she’ll have bruises.
“So, so, good,” she pants.
“I knew we’d be good together,” I hiss. “A body like yours was made to drive me wild. Look at it.”
My gaze drops to her magnificent juicy tits, bouncing up and down her chest.
“Perfection, Baby. Just what I fucking needed.”
I thrust hard again and sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“Sullivan!” Tate cries, rippling around my cock like she’s trying to wring it out.
“That’s it, squeeze me.” I turn and nip her leg, as my balls draw tight to my body. “Come all over that cock, Baby. Give it to me.”
She holds my eyes, her brows pinched together and her mouth wide open as she lets go and comes with a cry.
No… a scream.
It’s been weeks since I’ve heard that kind of noise from a woman. But none have ever sounded as good as Tate’s.
Euphoria floods my brain and my vision blurs as the end of my cock throbs, ready to explode.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come, Tate.”
My ears fill with the deep relief of my groan as I release and come deep inside her.
We hold each other’s gazes, pupils dilating, locked in a moment where nothing else exists. Both witnessing the other unravel and tip over into bliss, letting it take us because it’s no longer under our control.
We aren’t in control.
I’m not in control.
My chest tenses, and my head grows light.
Spurt after spurt spills from me inside her as I pin her in place beneath me. My vision blurs as I fight to stay focused on her eyes. She’s looking up at me with so much desire. So much… feeling.
She wriggles in my grasp, but I tighten my hold on her hip and keep her still, the need to finish outweighing everything else.
Shadowed memories of drowning in grief flood back to me, ripping the air from my lungs.
This is what I do.
I fuck.
Needing the sweet relief it brings.
Needing to just fucking come to function.
The instinct to take what I need is suddenly overwhelming, pounding in my ears, tearing at my chest.
“Take it,” I grunt.
I give her hip a firm squeeze and force out as much from my body as possible, tensing my abs and doing all I can to make sure I’m getting rid of it all.
“Fuck, Baby, that’s it.”
The final drops leave my body, and I shudder with a rough exhale, screwing my eyes closed.
“Sullivan…” Tate’s sweet voice murmurs my name and soft, delicate hands reach up, brushing my hair back from my forehead.
I can sense the happy, trusting smile on her face without needing to see it.
Fuck.