Chapter 28 Tate #2
“Don’t you dare hold back,” he groans. “I want you to drown me in it.”
He sucks on my clit and slides two fingers inside me, curling them toward my G-spot.
I cry out, corkscrewing his hair and making him grunt.
Wet sounds echo between us as my body greedily sucks him in, his arm flexing with each thrust as he finger-fucks me until I’m gasping.
“That’s it, Baby.” He tongues my clit and squeezes the flesh on my thigh with one hand.
He groans against my soaked flesh, pushing his whole face into me and twisting it side to side as he eats me out savagely, pushing me right to my limit.
Any concerns I had over them once being referred to as ‘thunder thighs’ vanish as Sullivan looks at me like he’s a man on the edge, barely holding back from throwing me to the ground and fucking me into next year.
As if reading my thoughts, he holds my eyes and growls, “I always loved a good storm, Baby.”
I come in a sudden rush, my cry a breathy squeal as my body spasms around his fingers and a new surge of wetness spills over them.
“Fuck, so pretty when you come.”
I can’t control my expression. My forehead is bunched up tight, my mouth working out gasp after gasp, and my eyes… they’re held in place by a devilish blue gaze full of filthy intent.
“Sullivan,” I gasp, my lungs clawing in deep breaths in order to cope with the blinding pleasure that’s taken me out like a bat to the knees. “Oh my God, Sullivan.”
Notes wring out from the piano as I grip onto his hair and keep coming around his fingers. I can’t stop. It’s like one orgasm has been pushed into another, then another.
“Look at you,” Sullivan groans. “Fucking look at you.”
I jerk and fall into another ripple of needy clenches around his fingers before my orgasms begin to subside.
Sullivan keeps kissing me leisurely, over and over, murmuring about how good I taste as I catch my breath.
“That was…” I pant.
“Can you take a bit more?” His eyes swim with lust as he tongues my clit again, making a soft whimper fall from my lips.
“Y-yes.”
He slides his fingers from inside me, holding my eyes as he sucks them clean. My legs tremble, and he holds out a hand, helping me to my feet. He kisses me without warning, scrunching up a handful of my hair as he pulls me close and groans softly, filling my mouth with my own taste.
“So delicious,” he rasps, letting his lips linger over mine for a beat.
I curl my fingers around his as he leads me to the new sofa and turns to face me, pulling me into another heady kiss.
The sound of his belt buckle and zipper being undone has my thighs clenching in anticipation.
“So damn sexy,” he growls, kissing me again before dropping to the sofa and pulling me down to straddle him.
“I love your curves.” He runs his hands up my thighs and grips my hips, circling me over the straining dick that’s fighting to get out of his pants.
I bite my lower lip at how big and hard he is.
He tips his head back against the cushion, his dark gaze intent on me as I reach between us and push his pants down out of the way, freeing his cock. I rub myself up and down it, smearing it in my wetness.
“Ride me,” he whispers.
“You want me to ride you?” I whisper back, leaning in to kiss him lightly on his flushed lips, loving the way his voice has taken on a rough, pleading edge.
“Fuck, yeah. Slide down onto it, Baby.”
I hold his eyes as I position the slick head of him against me. Sullivan’s pupils dilate, and his teeth sink into his lower lip in a long hiss as I take every inch of him slowly, until I’m full and fluttering around him.
“Damn,” he rasps.
His fingers flex on my hips, and he eases me up, then pulls me back onto him with a groan. I rest my forearms on his shoulders as we work together, rocking and grinding.
“So fucking good.” He grunts, lifting his hips each time so his balls meet my skin.
“So, so good,” I agree, circling down onto him, loving the way he feels filling me.
He tears open my shirt, unhooking the front fastening of my bra.
“Damn, Baby,” he growls, watching my breasts spill free.
He pulls me to him, pinning himself between me and the sofa as he drags his tongue over each breast and kisses the swells of skin.
“Keep going,” he groans, leaving me to take over our pace.
He cups my breasts, kneading and stroking them as his mouth slides all over them, kissing, sucking, and biting.
My nipple throbs as he sucks it, and arousal runs from me and over his cock that’s buried inside me.
“Tate,” he groans. “Fuck.”
I grip his shoulders tighter, using them as an anchor so I can ride him harder. Each time I slide down, the coiling pressure in my core winds tighter.
“Sullivan, I’m going to come,” I whimper.
“Yeah, you are. I can feel your cunt getting wetter. Let me have it, Baby.”
His filthy words only make me clench harder around him.
“Good girl,” he hisses as I squeeze him.
His hands drop to my ass and his lips slide up my windpipe in rough kisses as I arch up, chasing my release.
“Fuck. Let it go. Let me feel it.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I come. It’s just as hard as when I came on his mouth, but this time I have more to grip onto. My body clenches around his thick length as it slides in and out of me with growing urgency.
“I can feel you coming on me, Tate. Fuck, you make me lose my goddamn mind,” Sullivan grits, his grasp moving to hold my hips with bruising force as he thrusts faster.
His entire torso stiffens and his cock swells inside me.
“Tate,” he growls, coming hard.
He drags me up and down his cock, slick heat slipping all over where we join as we both succumb to our orgasms with rough need and wring out every tiny bit of pleasure we can from them.
“Jesus.” Sullivan drops his head back against the sofa cushion, his grip softening on me.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as the corners of his lips curl. His dark lashes fan out over his hooded lids as he gazes at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, seeming intent to just sit and look at me.
I reach up and trace one of his dark brows with the tip of one finger.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Stay,” he breathes.
“What?”
He licks his lips, eyes intent on mine. And even though his gaze is soft and filled with bliss, there’s a deadly seriousness beneath the surface.
“I want you in my bed all night.”
“What about Molly? What if she wakes up?”
“Let me worry about that,” he says.
He leans forward, capturing my lips in a soft kiss.
“Stay.”