I shut that shit down real quick.
The closer we get to her front door, the harder my heart beats.
She fumbles with her keys, so I end up taking them out of her hand and opening the door for her. I’ve been in here a few times, but now isn’t the moment I want to comment on her decorating ability.
“So.” I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans, rocking back on my feet. “Should we just go for it or, is there something specific you’re expecting.” The last thing I want to do is ruin our friendship or change the dynamic of our friend group.
She giggles, throaty and deep. “I leave it up to you, Sully. Give me what you do best.”
She wants what I do best? Then that’s what she’ll fucking get.
Looking around the apartment, I see exactly what I’m going to use. One of the two chairs she has at her kitchen table. Grabbing her by the hand, I pull her over.
“My kitchen?” Her eyes are clouded with question.
“You’ll see,” I say the words like the promise they are.
She’s tall, especially in her high-heeled boots, and I appreciate not having to bend at the waist to take what I want. I put my arm behind her neck, grasping, pulling her closer to me. It knocks her off-balance slightly, and when I take her lips it’s on a small gasp.
Her open mouth allows my tongue to go right for what I want, brushing the roof in a possession I’ve needed to have since the first day I saw her running.
She grabs for me, using her fingers digging into my biceps to hold her up.
But when I’ve had my fill for the moment, I gently direct her to the chair, before walking around behind her, grabbing hold of her arms.
“Sully?”
“You trust me, right?” My voice is tight with desire, heavy with need for her.
“Yeah, I trust you with everything.” She looks at me, over her shoulder. “I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
“That right?” I grin.
“That’s right.”
When I have her arms behind the chair, I reach for a pair of cuffs I carry at the small of my back, just in case they’re ever needed. I slap them on, locking them, but making sure she has plenty of room.
“Sullivan, did you just handcuff me to this chair?”
Nosing her hair out of the way, I get to her ear. “Sure did. You okay with that, Counselor?”
The length of her quietness almost makes me take them off, but when I’m just about to do it, I hear her answer. Strong and loud. “Perfectly…”
Reaching around her, I place my hands on her chest, allowing her to get used to the feel of them against her. Quickly, she tilts her head back, resting it flush against my chest, which gives me the perfect angle to lean down and fuse our lips together again.
This kiss? It’s a sensual exploration coupled with a slow fuck between our tongues. It might have lasted two minutes or two hours, all I know is when I pull away, we’re both panting, affected by what’s going on here.
Cautiously I drop my hands to cup her breasts, just to see how she responds. When she presses them harder into my palms, I know she’s down for my plans. Coming around to her front, I grab the other chair and have a seat, so that we’re almost at eye level with one another.
Leaning forward, I capture one of her hard nipples, nipping slightly against the cotton of her shirt and the material of her bra.
She makes a frustrated sound in her through. “I want this off,” she pulls at the cuffs around her hands.
“Do you love this shirt?” I ask the question with a raised eyebrow.
“Why are you asking me this right now? It’s not a favorite if that’s what you want to know.”
I slightly shift to the side, reaching into my boots to grab a knife I keep there. I open it.
“Don’t move,” I caution her as I slip it into the neckline, the fabric slicing cleanly.
She gasps, her eyes wide with what appear to be wonder. There’s not a doubt she likes this. Shelby seems to have a bit of the same side I have, and if we can explore it together, then all the better for it.
What’s before me is more than I ever imagined. Her breasts are larger than I thought, barely held in by the lace cups shielding them from my gaze. Tilting my head to the side, I give them a good look, dropping my eyes to where her jeans button at her waist.
Reaching forward, I pull one of the cups down as far as I can. It’s not far enough to get access to the flesh, though.
“Take it off,” she moans.
Because her hands are still cuffed, it’s not that easy. Flipping my knife open again, I place it in the middle of her chest. “Seriously don’t move this time.”
“I trust you,” she whispers.
With a flick of the wrist, I slice through the fabric, leaving it gaping open. Her chest is jutted out because of the position she’s in, and before I take her hardened nipple with my mouth, I place the blunt edge of the knife against the peaked nub and rub it down in a swift motion.
Shelby jerks slightly, her eyes dilating as they watch what I’m doing.
Once they’re hard enough to my liking, I lean forward, taking her nipple in my mouth, tonguing at the pebbled flesh, nipping and kissing.
My hands move down her body, stopping at the closure of her jeans, before unbuttoning it, and quickly taking them off. Her panties are wet in the middle, just how I wanted them to be. Pulling back from her tits, I ask, “You want me?”
Her blonde hair falls into her eyes as she nods, tilting her head back against her shoulders. “Please, please,” she begs thrusting up to me. “I’m so empty.”
What I wouldn’t give to slide my dick deep into that pussy, but I don’t have protection, and this isn’t the type of woman you go raw in on the first date. But this is more about her, than it ever was about me. Instead, I take two fingers, stick them in my mouth, swirl my tongue to make sure they’re nice and lubricated before removing them and thrusting them into her core.
She clamps down hard enough to almost make me come in my jeans.
“Sully,” she screams as I feel her tight channel gripping me.
“You okay, Counselor?” I wipe my fingers on my jeans, before looking up at her.
Those green eyes of hers are closed, and her head is tilted to the side, her lips parted slightly as she breathes a rhythm sending her chest up and down. A laugh rumbles up into my throat, and I give myself a couple of minutes to get my shit together.
Once I do, I get up, un-cuff Shelby and pick her up. Even though I’ve been here a few times, I’ve never been to her bedroom, but luckily for me, her apartment is the exact same layout as mine.
Her blankets are already pulled back, I lay her down, take her shoes off, get rid of the clothing hanging from her arms, and cover her up.
For a woman who always looks so fierce and put together in everyday life, she resembles a teenager in sleep. I can’t help but lean over and place a kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep good, Counselor.”
I lock up, and exit. Outside, I run my fingers through my hair wondering what in the hell has just gone on between us.
And, when will it happen again?
Chapter 1
Shelby
My hand trembles as I stand outside Sully’s apartment. I know he’s off-shift, both his cruiser and Mustang are parked next to one another. I’m holding a roast in my other palm, nervous as hell. Lifting up the trembling hand, I knock quickly on the door, inwardly dying as I wait for him to either answer or come to the door.