“Oh my God,” I gasped as my fingers dove into his hair, tugging, begging just as much as my hips were. More…I neededmore.
“Eleanor,” Sully murmured, making me dizzy. Hearing him say my name like that hit me just as hard as anything else he was doing with his mouth. Which was a lot—the little flicks of his tongue were driving me wild, sending wave after wave of familiar but renewed pleasure. “I hate how good this pussy is,” he grunted, his grip on my hips tightening. And maybe that should make me feel a certain way, but I agreed. I understood.God, how I understood. “How goodyouare.”
Breathlessly, I nodded. “I hate…it, too.”
Sully’s eyes shifted to mine, his expression unreadable as he remained poised between my legs. “No, you don’t.”
“I don’t?”
I didn’t know what to say to that. It was hard to think about anything at all, especially stringing words together coherently, when Sully’s mouth was between my legs.
“No, El,” he insisted, all gritty and gloriously hot, even if he was arguing with me. “You love it. You love knowing that I’mgoing to make you come. That you don’t have to worry about anything but the flick of my tongue on your pretty little clit—” He demonstrated, and my eyes rolled back, likely proving his point. “—exactly where you need it. You love knowing that I’m going to take care of you because I know everything that you fucking like.”
Goddamn him.
“What if what I like has changed?” I panted.
His gaze snared on mine. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“Guess so,” I said, and it sounded like a challenge—like I’d just given Sully permission to splay me out on the bed and unravel me until he knew each and every little way I’d changed.
Truth was, Ihadchanged. I wasn’t the same woman who’d walked away five years ago, but in the bedroom? All I still yearned for was his touch—in any way I could get it.
Which meant that when Sully dove back in a moment later, I was lost. He waseverywhere. I could feel him in the tips of my toes and the race of my pulse. In the vibrating thrum racing through my limbs and the itch of my fingers, which couldn’t seem to get enough of him in their grasp. On the surface of my skin and so, so much deeper, especially when Sully dragged his touch through my pussy to my entrance and thrust inside.
I groaned, rocking my hips to chase the feel of his fingers, which were already retreating, toying with me.
“Come on, El,” he said, voice sinfully soft. Such a juxtaposition to how hard he drove his fingers back inside me, making my back arch off the bed. “Come on my face like the good girl I know you still are.”
Oh, God. I was going to. It was racing to the surface now, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep it at bay. Wasn’t sure I wanted to, even if it felt too fast. But Sully was determined now, licking and sucking and fucking his fingers in and out of me. And I was once again drowning in him, in the pleasure, in the gnawing need to have him like this.
Sounds flew out of my mouth, ones I barely recognized. Panting, whining, whimpering, and Sully devoured all of them, pullingthem out of me until my breath caught in my throat because I wasthere. On the precipice of all of this. And then I was crumbling, and more sounds slipped from my lips—ones that I might be embarrassed about tomorrow but couldn’t get myself to care about tonight. Keeping them in would have been a hopeless cause anyway.
I hadn’t come that hard in years.
Sully pushed himself onto his elbows, wearing a half-smile. “Fuck, I hate that I didn’t drag that out.”
I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. “You’d love to torture me, wouldn’t you?”
He pressed his lips together as though deciding what to say for a moment. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
A frown tugged at the corner of my mouth. I didn’t understand half of his answers tonight, but I didn’t dare ask him to elaborate. This was supposed to be casual. Thiswascasual. Something that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
But the way Sully’s eyes were fixed on me didn’tfeellike nothing. His heady gaze wandered over every inch of me in my disheveled state, and I resisted the urge to smooth my hands over my hair, my dress, my face, knowing what I likely looked like and wishing I could appear a little lessaffected.
Sully’s attention wasn’t really on those parts of me, though. Not right now. His eyes had fallen back between my thighs, and they were staying there, making me squirm. I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was so very…aware. And confused.
When the silence became too much to bear and too challenging to ignore, I probed him. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I was too eager to taste you before, too distracted by your goddamn underwear, and I didn’t give myself a chance to just…look.” Almost dazed, he dragged his fingers from my clit to my entrance, working two of them inside me again. But slowly, this time. In a savoring sort of way. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
I whimpered, and Sully’s teeth slid over his bottom lip—a slow, teasing slip of a motion.
“I want to get you off again and take my time,” he murmured, still transfixed by the twist of his fingers in and out of my cunt. “But I’m seconds from coming in my pants.”
Suddenly, his touch vanished, like he’d realized that his words just might come to fruition if he didn’t stop immediately. He pushed off his knees, standing and presenting me with the shape of his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Unable to help myself, I pushed into a sitting position and leaned forward to hook a finger in his belt loop. My gaze trailed from his buckle to his face before I said, “Come in my mouth instead.”
