I loved it. Every off key note he sang, because he really didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. It was intoxicating and new. I loved it.
He kept singing as he led us out of the bar, spinning me once we were on the sidewalk, singing louder.‘Just like a crow chasing a butterfly…”He pointed to himself as the crow and me as the butterfly and I melted.
We sang as we danced the two blocks to the Hotel, loud and obnoxious, and not giving a shit at the looks we were getting as we entered the lobby. It was thrilling to live in the moment and something I rarely did anymore. “Excuse me?” The concierge said in a pissed off tone that made us laugh harder.
“Sorry!” I yell over my shoulder as Sully pulled me into the elevator, then pinned me to the wall, all Fifty Shades.
“Never say sorry for having fun, Pet,” he said as the doors closed. He secured my hands over my head as he licked a trail from behind my ear down to my breasts that were covered by my dress. The heat of his mouth penetrated the fabric and I could feel my nipple peak in anticipation for his mouth on my skin.
“Sully…” I pant, but he smothers my words with his mouth. His tongue touching against mine. Soft at first, then fully taking what he wanted, leaving my lips raw and swollen when he pulled back.
He gripped my hair in his fist and tipped my head back exposing it for his desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Mya. You are nothing like I thought, Pet.” His words were spoken between kisses that made me shiver, until he reached my jaw and pulled back. “I want you so fucking bad.”
The door opened before I could find words that told him I felt the same. He let my hands fall from over my head and pulled me to the door of his room. His hands were everywhere as he fumbled with the key card to get us inside.
“You understand what you’re doing, Pet?” He asks as the door shuts behind us. I swear, I love being called that. It isn’t generic or cheesy, it’s Sully. Jenny once described him as both magnanimous and lethal, depending on who he was dealing with. I get it. I feel both sides from him now.
“I’m young, not a child, Sully.” I place my hand on his cock, hard and straining through the tuxedo pants. I lean in licking his bottom lip before biting it gently.
He takes me by my hips and lifts me as if I weigh nothing, tossing me on the bed. “On a scale from one to ten, how much do you love this dress?” He asks and fingers the hem of the skin tight black satin dress I wore for the affair.
“If you are asking that because you want to tear it off of me, then a one.”
He smiles this sexy smile that says, ‘I am gonna wreck you and this dress,’ before he tears the seam on the side, clear up to my hip. He then lifts my hips as he climbs on the end of the bed, pulling me down to him, spreading me open so a knee is on each side of his hips. He eyes the lace of my black thong as he strokes his fingers along his tattooed jaw, contemplating where he will start first.
I reach as he allows me to unfasten his pants. He hooks his finger through the band of my panties and tugs, exposing the top of my mound. I reach through his boxers, tit for tat, and grasp his erection, swallowing hard once I am fully aware of his girth.
“Run, Mya. Now’s your only chance.”
I swallow and look him in the eyes forcing me to think before answering. “I’m not running from anything, Sully.”
He nods, accepting it for what it is and clasps his hand around my wrist pulling my hand from his pants. “You can feel me up later, Pet.” He scoots back, hooking his fingers through my thong and pulls them down my legs. His free hand lifting my thigh to slip them off.
He stuffs them in his pocket. Before I can ask why, he falls face down against my pussy. I feel his thumbs open the center of me. Every nerve is alive with passion. So good I can’t help but pull him closer into me. I have craved him like this for so long. Wanted his touch. Now, feeling him touch me has me crawling out of my skin for more.
“Savor, Pet. Enjoy the touch, never rush it,” he says. The vibration of his voice and his breath on my fevered flesh makes me moan. “It’s been so long, Pet.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I have never had this. I am a virgin and maybe I should tell him? Is it something he should know? Before I can explain it hasn’t been long, but in fact has never been done, I am silenced by his wet tongue pressing up against my clit.
All thought turns to vapor as fireworks ignite inside me. I have masturbated. I’ve been content with it until now. Now, all I will ever want is Sam Sullivan touching me. “Spread wider for me, Pet. You want me? Show me. Let me in.”
I do as he commands and open my legs as wide as I can. “So pretty and pink, and wet. Fuck, Mya. You are so fucking wet.”
“Touch me,” I beg, arching when his fingers start circling the hole of me. I am desperate to feel him inside of me. I reach for the hand touching me and try to press it deeper. The feel of not one, but two fingers pushing into me, forces me to jerk. It wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable, foreign.
I wanted more, deeper, but Sully tore back from me, off the bed until he was standing at the foot looking down at me. Gone was the seduction that had been in his gaze. It was now replaced with disbelief and astonishment… maybe even a little guilt.
I sit up, my legs still spread, my desire still a fire through my body. “What’s the matter?” I ask, and roll to my knees as I crawl toward him on the bed.
“Stop, Mya.”
The tone in his voice is scolding and I cringe from it. “Uh, mind telling me why?” I fold my arms and sit back on my heels. I offer the same detached stare and speak in the same disappointed tone.
“Are you a virgin?” He doesn’t hesitate to ask me. Somehow, he knows the answer, but asks out of kindness, or respect, or some shit.
“Yeah. So?”
He hears my response and groans before doing his pants up. He sits in the chair by the room’s window and puts his shoes on. “Not my thing, Pet. I gotta bail.”
