Chapter 8
Sully
Do you know how badly I want to just scream, Yes! Get to know me. Fully. In bed. Now! But I don’t do that. Instead I say yes, and we watch Diagnosis Murder for the night. And no, I don’t wear the lingerie. At least, not that night.
But for the next two weeks we talk or hang out every day. Random conversations like this happen all the time.
Pax: Say we’re on a roadtrip. What’s the first song you’d blast? That’s not T-Swift?
Me: Aretha Franklin. Obvs. U?
Pax: 1D.
And then.
Pax: What’s our first date when I get back?
Me: Book shopping. Poetry reading. Coffee. While you read aloud to me.
Pax: I’m in.
Me: OMG you’re too sweet. Nah. We can just go bowling.
Pax: Nope all the book stuff sounds more fun.
An hour later.
Pax: Favorite movie?
Me: Dead Poet Society.
Pax: Classic.
Me: You?
Pax: Dangerous Minds.
Me: What? I thought for sure you were gonna say Miracle.
Pax: Ha! But ya, that’s up there. Along with Terminator.
Me: I so do not understand your style right now.
Pax: You will. I’m a mood watcher.
Me: LOL You’re just saying that because I taught you what a mood reader is.
Pax” *wink emoji*
Me: Never change. Please.
Pax: Same goes for you.
So when Pax finally gets home for a three day stint, I’m waiting at my door in baggy jeans and hoodie. And a little surprise underneath.
The knock barely sounds and I’m flinging the door open and yanking him into my apartment. “Where have you been?” I mumble as his mouth finds mine.
“Fuck. I don’t even know. Not here, and I hated it.”
“Are you sure? Because you’re on a ten game winning streak.”
“We are? I didn’t notice.” His mouth is all over me. My jaw. My neck. His hands tug on the bottom of my hoodie. “Can I take this off?”
I just nod, and when he whips it off, he’s speechless too.
I’ve got a rose lace push up teddy on.
His finger follows the thin shoulder strap while he licks his bottom lip. “This one.” He nods. “Yup. This is the one.” His eyes darken when he takes me in. “This is all for me, right?” It’s practically a growl.
“Yes, Pax. Just for you. All for you.”
And then it’s a flurry of clothes everywhere. Everybody’s pants are off. His shirt gets torn off because I can’t work the buttons. It’s a gong show, but it’s hot and sweaty and I’m loving it.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“We don’t have to have sex. I just want to be close to you.”
“Pax,” I push lightly on his chest, “do you think I wore this because I don’t want to have sex?”
His eyes turn black. “What are you saying?”
I have a choice in how to reply, and I know what I could say. I could be vulgar and it would be hot as hell. But I don’t want my first time to feel like that, so I take a chance and put it all out there. “Make love to me.”
His forehead drops to mine, and for a split second I think I pushed him too far. Even though I don’t see him as a player anymore, maybe he still is. Maybe he just sees this as a fling. Not gonna lie, that makes my heart sink.
But then he speaks. “I’m gonna make sweet love to you all night, baby.”
“Which position should we start with?”
I swat at his shoulder. “Hey! Why are you laughing? I’m trying to be sexy.”
“You’re the sexiest fucking woman I know. And I’m only laughing because you said start with, which means we’re doing this more than once. So ya, I’m all in, baby. Face off?”
“Mhmmm,” I say, pushing him down on the couch and straddling him. The second his arms latch around me I wrap mine around his head. “I love feeling this close to you.”
“I love feeling you like this, too.” His boxers off, I can feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing into my belly.
“Can I…feel you inside of me, Pax?”
He groans. “Ya, baby. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Uh huh.”
His fingers slide between us and come up soaked. When he sucks them into his mouth I feel myself leak out a bit more. “I want you so bad.”
He slides my G-string off and pulls the lingerie up over my head, and when I feel my naked breasts on his chest, I melt into him.
The friction is pure bliss. Like I can’t get enough.
I’m as close as I could possibly be to him, but it’s still not enough.
I need to breathe him in. And that’s when he lines up his cock at my entrance, and I do breathe him in. One perfect inch at a time.
“Oh my God, Pax. You’re so big.”
“You’re so tight, Sully. So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so much more than okay. Oh my God,” I whimper as his hands massage my whole body.
It’s like everything happens all at once.
His mouth on mine. His lips on my nipples.
His hands on my ass. His thumb on my clit.
I’m inundated with sensations in the most erotic way possible, and I’m just hanging on for dear life as I bounce on his dick and cling to him.
“I’m not stopping til you’re screaming my name, Sully.” A moan erupts out of me and responds in kind. “Fuck you’re so hot, baby.”
His words, his attention, his tenderness, and—let’s be honest—his raw sexuality has me on the brink. And then he pulls my nipple one more time and I’m flying over the precipice. My fingernails fight for purchase on his shoulders and I scream pure pleasure. His name.
“Fuck, Sully,” he growls and I feel him shoot into me. We’re a dripping mess but I can’t stop making him wetter by pouring sloppy kisses all over him. Thankfully he’s repaying the kindness. I feel his dick pulsate inside of me, like it’s sensitive to the touch, and he pulls out.
“Holy fuck, Sully. We’re definitely doing that again.” He clears his throat. “When you’re ready.”
I can’t believe how sexy he makes me feel. Even before I stripped down into lingerie, he’s had his hands all over me more than once. This man is my undoing in the best possible way. And I’ve just had a small taste of him. “I’ll be ready. Let’s just eat something first.”
“Sounds good.” He drops to his knees and makes a move to lick up my pussy.
“Oh my God, Pax.” Both of my hands frame his face as he gives me the sexiest smirk known to mankind. “You can do that later.”
“Fuck ya, I will.”
Then I slip on his T-shirt, grab his hand and lead us into the kitchen where we have a small snack before he feasts on me. What can I say, I found a keeper. He’s not just the right guy at the right time. He’s the perfect guy for me.