41. Sully
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
sully
ELEANOR SUMMERS HAD FINALLY made it back to me.
She was mine, and she was here, and I was taking her to fucking bed.
As soon as I scooped her into my arms, she reached up to kiss me again. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and her hands tangled into my hair, nearly ripping it out as she tugged me closer.
I loved every fucking thing about it, but it was a bit of a hazard—trying to walk up the stairs while sloppily kissing her back. I didn’t have the patience for finesse, not when I finally had her lips on mine again after so fucking long, and God did she taste good.
But after bumping into the wall a few times and having to try thrice to grip the door handle and push it open, I finally made it inside my room. Finally dropped Ellie onto my bed. Finally planned to join her in it and never fucking leave again.
“Eleanor.”
She blinked up at me, perched on the edge of my mattress. The one she’d been sleeping in for over a month. Without me.
That changed tonight.
“Yes?” Her chest heaved, her voice breathless.
Fuck, I was obsessed with this woman. I was obsessed with the way her bangs were all tangled on her forehead, and how her dark hair shone with the late afternoon light hitting it, and the color of her skin when it was tinged pink.
I was obsessed with her sweet soul and how I could see it in her amber eyes.
“Since the day I met you, not a day has gone by where I haven’t wanted you with every part of my being.
” It had been roughly two seconds since I’d touched her, and I needed to remedy that, so I swept her bangs aside and then twisted a finger around a strand of hair.
“Not a single goddamn day. You know that, right?”
She nodded slowly and then reached for me, sort of aimlessly, like she also needed to touch me. Like she just needed to feel me. Her palm flattened on my stomach and then dragged down, leaving a trail of heat that left me panting.
“I’ve only ever wanted you, too,” she said between shallow breaths before hooking a finger in my belt loop, tugging me closer.
My cock twitched, already impossibly hard, and Ellie’s sultry gaze wandered down to it, like she knew what she did to me and wanted to watch.
A gleam appeared. A naughty little gleam that made my mouth water, desperate to taste more of her. “I want you now.”
I sucked in, staring as her delicate fingers began to undo my belt, and I couldn’t find it in me to stop her. If she wanted me, I was all fucking hers. Always hers.
“You can have me,” I assured her.
My breathing turned erratic as she worked my zipper down, curled her fingers in my briefs, and yanked them down. My cock bobbed, and Eleanor wasted no time wrapping her hand around it, making me shudder at the perfection of her touch.
So long.
It had been so fucking long since I’d felt her like this.
Since I’d felt her skin glide to the base of my cock, which pulsed erratically.
I hadn’t let her touch me that night in Boston.
I’d known it would be the end of me, and I’d never recover.
Even if she’d declined using a condom that night, I probably would have insisted on it.
Because how would I ever survive feeling Eleanor Summers wrap around me and then let her go?
I didn’t have to now, though. She was mine, and she was touching me, and it was everything I remembered but more.
My eyes fluttered shut, trying to pull myself together.
Already, I felt precum leak onto my tip, which Ellie used as lubrication, making me groan and whimper.
And then my fucking knees grew weak as I felt her breath, her closeness.
“Sawyer.”
She said my name like it was her personal prayer.
I felt her tongue, licking my leaking cum, and I had no idea how I was still standing. This was a dream; it had to be a dream.
“Sawyer baby,” she breathed. “Open your eyes.”
Fuck me.
I couldn’t ignore her, not when I’d made her promise not to disappear on me, so I did as she said, tilting my chin to find her staring up at me with those warm, honey eyes.
And then I watched, jaw hanging open, as she trailed her tongue from the tip of my cock to my base and back up again.
I watched as she straightened, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and threw it on the floor.
Her bra followed, leaving Eleanor Summers naked on my bed.
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled, my heart thundering in my chest. “You are…”
Beautiful, unbelievable, gorgeous, mine, my future wife, my future period.
Reaching for her, I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb over her flushed, pretty skin before sliding my hand to the nape of her neck, letting my fingers tangle in her short hair.
“Yes,” she whispered, like she was proud of me for watching. “I’m real, baby. Stay with me.”
Real.
Thank God she was real.
“Eleanor,” I rasped, a warning of sorts. “You don’t understand.”
“What?”
“Seeing you like this?” I shook my head. “It’s like a—a fantasy. And I’m not going to last more than two seconds.” I released a slow, unsteady exhale. “I think I warned you about that in Boston.”
Her lips curved—seductive, brazen. I loved watching the light come back into her eyes.
And I especially loved watching the light come back into her eyes as she dragged her lips down the side of my throbbing cock.
“You missed my mouth that much?”
Oh my God, what was she doing to me?
The desire I felt for this woman had to be lethal.
“I fucking fantasize about your mouth,” I told her as I threaded my fingers further into her hair. “Regularly. Daily. Hourly. Did I not confess that on the couch that night?”
“Mm,” she hummed dreamily before sucking lightly on my balls, making my whole body lurch with an explosion of pleasure. “The couch.”
“Eleanor,” I growled before yanking on the back of her hair, forcing her eyes to land on mine. “Give me your mouth now.”
Otherwise, I was going to come before even making it inside her.
She grinned before leaning forward, pressing her lips to my tip.
And then she slowly swallowed me into her mouth, and I—
“Oh my God,” I groaned as heat unfurled throughout my body.
The inside of Eleanor’s mouth was wet and warm and fucking heaven.
She drew me in, further and further until I swore I couldn’t see straight.
And then she made this noise in her throat, as though having me on her tongue was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and the vibrations of it shot ecstasy into my veins.
In other words, I was gone.
“El,” I panted, and she blinked up at me.
“Hm?”
“I’m about to fill your pretty little mouth if you’re not careful.”
Ellie seemed to take that as a challenge, pulling me as far into her mouth as I could go, hollowing her cheeks, and then sucking.
That was it—that was all I could handle. Stars shot through my vision, and I tipped my head back with a cry, unable to hold back. Fuck me. All I could do was get lost in it and let Ellie drain me, which she seemed determined to do, sucking on my cock until I couldn’t fucking handle it anymore.
Using my grip on her hair, I pulled her back, and she grinned up at me, a trail of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. God, I was going to be hard again in about two seconds if she kept looking at me like that.
“Goddamn you,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking proud of how quick you’re able to make me lose it, aren’t you?”
Her gaze glittered as she gave a little shrug, and then she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. I watched, lips parted, breathing heavily, in awe of how unbelievable she was. She was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my goddamn life, and shit if I knew what to do about it.
“We can’t have sex.”
I needed to say that aloud.
Technically, the guidelines her doctor had given would allow it.
But it felt soon, didn’t it? More importantly, though, she wasn’t on birth control.
She wasn’t on birth control, I no longer knew if I trusted condoms on their own, and I had no interest in risking anything.
Not right now, not until we talked more about what she wanted.
A look passed over her face that I couldn’t quite read, but I could tell she didn’t disagree. Even if she didn’t like it. “Oh. Right.”
“So I’m going to need you to stop looking at me like that.”
Ellie tugged her lip between her teeth while she thought about my words, and my entire body trembled.
“Why?”
She knew why, but if she wanted to hear me say it, fine by me.
“Because it makes me want to fuck you, El. Badly.”
Ellie’s lips twitched with satisfaction, her eyes trailing over me.
And I knew what she saw. She saw a six-foot-five man who was barely fucking holding it together.
Who would gladly fall to his knees for her if she asked.
God, how I could be this worked up so soon after she’d just made me see stars…
I had no idea. But hell if she wasn’t a goddamn temptation.
“But I want more,” she eventually whispered and pushed herself up onto her knees on the bed. “I want…” She slid her hand beneath my shirt, and I felt dizzy. It was so intoxicating to feel her again after so long.
“What do you want, baby?” I managed to say, catching her hand beneath my shirt so I could think clearly for just one second.
“You,” she said. “More of you. For you to…be creative.”
That was all I needed to hear. My shirt was off in an instant, and I was shoving my pants and briefs to the ground, a job that Ellie had already started. As soon as that was taken care of, I joined her on the bed, covering her body with mine and kissing her into the mattress.
“Oh, fuck.” My lips were on hers, and she tasted like me. Just how I tasted like her. “You know creativity is my strong suit.”
“I do,” she giggled, circling her arms around my neck and hugging me close. And just for a second, I closed my eyes and reveled in it—the feel of her soft, naked body against mine. Her dips and her curves and her wet little pussy, which grazed my cock as she wrapped her legs around me, too.