“Your mouth is so goddamn wet, so hot.” He talks through everything, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Yes, swirl your tongue around the h,ead. Suck deeper baby, harder.”
My cheeks cave as I give into his requests. His fist in my hair pulls taut, causing me to lose my balance slightly. Reaching for him, I latch onto his ass, pulling him in tightly, digging my nails into his flesh.
“Let me feel it, Counselor. I’ll wear the imprints of you all over my body any day of the fuckin’ week.”
The words are ripped from his throat, causing me to dig my nails in deeper. If he wants the badge of my passion, then I’ll give it to him.
In and out he thrusts, my tongue bathing his erection in saliva, helping the motion along. Making me feel powerful as he shudders with each press and pull. Never before have I felt this excitement, this arousal for giving someone else pleasure.
With my head tight against the cabinet, Sullivan leans over, hands gripping the lipped edge of the countertop, thrusting in earnest. It’s an invasion I wasn’t prepared for, but one I’ll accept. For the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him lose control, and right now that’s my main goal. To bring this man to his knees while I’m on mine.
“Ahhhh, Shelby,” he hisses on a chocked groan.
I wish I could see his face, see exactly what I’m doing to him. Hoping like hell it’s everything he does to me, and more.
“You feel so good.”
With one hand, he lets go of the counter, bringing it down to cup my chin, bending slightly to close around my neck.
“I can feel myself deep in your throat,” he whispers.
That’s the understatement of the year.
Honestly, I can feel him in every part of my body. Each thrust echoes like one in my core, not just into my mouth. I rock against it, hoping to get satisfaction and to sate the desire coursing through my blood.
But I don’t. It’s a throbbing intensity all around us. An awareness I’ve not felt before. The feeling that this man is aroused by me, that I’m giving him something only I can.
“It’s perfect,” he growls. “Your mouth fits my cock so perfectly. I wanted this,” he continues, so many secrets spilling from him. “From the first day I saw you. I knew, I knew you’d be different.”
Different from what? I long to ask the question, but I’m much too busy trying to keep up with what he’s doing to me.
“There was something about you.” He thrusts and grunts. “You seem real, when I haven’t had real in so long.”
Again I wonder who wasn’t real. These are things I’m taking note of, making sure to ask him about when the time is right.
His thrusts slow down. “You okay?”
I make a noise in the back of my throat. Not a yes or a no, but a sound of contentment. As long as I’m giving him what he needs, I’m fine. My hands slip on his ass now that he’s started to sweat.
“Do you know how hot you look right now, Counselor?”
I shake my head.
“Like a fuckin’ porn star; you on your knees, naked, and letting me have my way with you. I bet your jaw is gettin’ tired, huh?”
This time I nod, making a note that his southern accent starts coming out easier the more aroused he gets.
“Your knees are probably tired too, and I bet those lips of yours are red, tight as your pussy from where I’ve been stretching it with my cock.”
This man – dear God this man – and his mouth. Nodding, I hum a yes as loudly as I can.
“You want me to come?” He toys with a strand of my hair.
“Mmm hmmm.”
“Where? Down your throat? All over these tits?” He runs his calloused hand to my breasts, squeezing with his fingers.
I can’t answer and he knows it.
“I don’t need your input.” He moves back up to wrap his hand in my hair. “I know exactly what I’m gonna do.”
And that’s when he goes after his orgasm hard. No reprieve, no taking it easy. The only thing I can do is breathe through my nose and concentrate on giving him the same kind of attention he gave to me.
Bringing my hand up to the base of his cock, I jack it as he presses in, pulls out, and repeats. I jack it hard, wanting more than anything for him to get off the way I did.
“Fuck, Shelby,” he groans as he roughly withdraws from my mouth and shoots all over my chest and neck.
I close my eyes as I feel his essence drip down my body. The both of us are panting in the stillness of the room. When I slowly open my eyes, I see his sharp intakes of breath are highlighting the abs he has. How many hours a day does he work on them?
“How many hours a day do I work on what?”
I giggle. “Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“I was thinking about how many hours a day you must work on your abs for them to be as defined as they are.”
He winks as he reaches down to run a hand along my jawline. “I had to do something to get rid of the sexual tension between us, Counselor. Hopefully now we can work out that tension together.”
“I would love to.” I look down at myself. “But first, I think I need to wash off.”
He grabs my hand, pulling me up and to his body. The fluid from him smears against both of us. “Looks like I need a shower now too, huh?”
“Seems like it.”
“Follow me, I happen to give good showers.”
I laugh, grabbing hold of the hand he extends. “Oh, Sully, I just bet you do.”
Chapter 12
Sullivan
“You’ve got a weird grin on your face.”
“Am I not allowed to grin?”
“You’re normally not this jovial.”
“I always am when I’m with you, Ro.” I throw my arm around my sister’s neck, pulling her in tightly as we stroll through downtown Laurel Springs. It’s cold today, our breath visible in the daylight. She snuggles in closely, allowing me to block the wind.
“Don’t give me bullshit, Sully. What’s got you smiling so much?”
We’re in the square, and my eyes inadvertently go to Shelby’s office. There’s no denying it when Ro squeals, turning fully to face me.
“You and Shelby?”
“It’s new.” I hold my hands up, surrendering. She’s a better interrogator than I am. “I’m not even sure what’s going on with us.”
“What do you mean? You should be positive about this woman.”
Shoving my fists in my uniform pants, I shrug into myself. “If there’s anything I’ve learned, I can’t be positive until I know for sure.”
“I’m sorry about things ended with you and Candice.”
I haven’t heard that name spoken or dared to speak it myself since I moved to Laurel Springs. It’s weird to hear Candice roll off Rowan’s lips. “Yeah, me too.” I kick my feet on the sidewalk. “I thought we’d have a future.”
And I had sorta planned on it. Which was stupid, I should’ve known. It wasn’t the first time she’d broken my heart, but it’d damn-well been the last.
“Have you heard from her?”