Chapter Eleven #2
“Harder,” I demanded, tightening my legs around him. “I won’t break. Fuck me harder!”
Something flashed in his eyes, a glimpse of the barely contained beast lurking beneath his controlled exterior.
“Goddamnit, woman,” he snarled. Then Sully shifted his grip, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he began pounding into me with bruising force.
Each thrust pushed the air from my lungs in short, desperate pants.
The tile was slick against my back, water running between us as our bodies slapped together in a frantic rhythm.
I felt my climax building, a tightening coil of pleasure winding impossibly tight inside me.
Sully must have sensed it because he slipped a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
One stroke, two, and I was falling apart, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I cried out his name on a sharp scream.
He followed me moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering his release as he let loose a deep groan. We stayed like that for several heartbeats, the water hitting us in a warm, fine spray.
“We should get out before my legs turn to jelly,” Sully murmured against my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to my pulse point. I couldn’t help the small giggle.
He carefully lowered my legs, making sure I was steady before reaching behind to turn off the shower. The sudden absence of water made me shiver, goose bumps rising on my cooling skin. Sully grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me before quickly drying himself.
Then, to my surprise, he scooped me into his arms again, carrying me bridal style from the bathroom to the bedroom. The sheets felt cool against my damp skin as he laid me down, his body immediately covering mine like he couldn’t bear to be separated for even a moment.
“Turn over for me,” he whispered, his voice rough with renewed desire.
I complied, rolling onto my stomach, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me as I felt him move between my legs, gently spreading my thighs.
His hands caressed my ass, kneading the flesh before I felt him reach for something in the bedside drawer.
The snap of a cap opening told me what he had in mind.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his slick finger circling my entrance.
“Yes,” I breathed, turning to look over my shoulder at him. “God, yes. I trust you.”
His finger pressed inside my asshole slowly, the intrusion strange but not uncomfortable.
He worked me open with painstaking care, adding a second finger only when I was pushing back against the first, silently begging for more.
By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was a writhing, pleading mess beneath him.
Had I known he wanted to do this, I couldn’t have planned a better evening.
Alcohol makes everything looser. Or something.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips to take his fingers deeper. All I wanted was to be filled by him.
“Patience, darlin’,” he soothed, his free hand stroking down my spine. “Need to make sure you’re ready.”
When he finally withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, I held my breath, forcing myself to relax as he began to push inside. The pressure was intense, a burning stretch that walked the knife edge between pleasure and pain.
“Breathe for me,” Sully instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “That’s it, just like that. Push out against me gently.”
I did as instructed, and he inched forward with excruciating slowness, giving me time to adjust to each new sensation.
By the time he was fully seated inside me, I was trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness and the incredible intimacy of the act.
This wasn’t something I’d done before, and I had the feeling I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this.
“You okay?” he asked, completely still above me.
“Fuckin’ better than okay,” I managed, surprised by how much I meant it. “Move! Now!” It was a clear command, but one Sully didn’t seem to mind.
He started with shallow thrusts, his hands gripping my hips to control the depth and angle.
Gradually, as my body yielded to him more fully, his movements became deeper, more confident.
The initial discomfort gave way to pleasure so intense it bordered on spiritual, each thrust sending sparks of sensation radiating through my entire body.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” I gasped. “Holy motherfucking shit!”
He wrapped an arm around me, finding my clit with his fingers and rubbed gently but insistently. The dual stimulation was too much, pushing me rapidly toward another climax. I clawed at the sheets, my body arching as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“That’s it,” Sully urged, his rhythm never faltering. “Come around me, baby. Take my cum from me.”
The orgasm that ripped through me was nuclear. Even my fingertips tingled with the force of it. I might have screamed, might have cried, might have done both as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Sully followed soon after, his hips jerking against me as he found his own release.
Things kind of got fuzzy then. I felt a lethargy so intense I could barely raise my eyelids, let alone move.
Sully cleaned me with tender care, praising me with every stroke of the cloth between my legs and between my cheeks.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled me against his chest, my back to his front, our bodies fitting together as naturally as if we’d been laying this way our whole lives.
I felt boneless, sated in a way that went beyond physical pleasure, reaching some deeper part of me I hadn’t known existed.
“I have something for you,” Sully said after a while, his voice quiet in the dimly lit room.
I turned my head to follow his gaze, spotting what looked like a leather vest hanging on the closet door. Even from the bed, I could make out the words stitched across the back. “Property of Sully.”
“Your property patch,” he explained, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “If you’ll accept it.”
In any other context, with any other man, the idea of being someone’s “property” would have had me running for the hills. But with Sully, it meant something different, something I was only beginning to understand. Protection. Belonging. A home I’d never had. A family.
I turned in his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, a stark contrast to our earlier passion. “I want it,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want you.”
His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer until I could feel his heartbeat against my own. “I love you, Darby,” he said, the words simple but weighted with promise.
“I love you too.” The truth of it settled in my chest, warm and certain.
As sleep began to claim me, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, my thoughts drifted to the evening’s unexpected turns.
Dinner with Tonio. Laughter with strangers.
Passion with Sully. And through it all, a growing sense that maybe, just maybe, I was finally finding my place in the world.