Somehow it makes me nervous, but I smile warmly. “Tell them thank you, that money will go a long way.”
Turning to the backstage area, I see Sully standing, looking at me. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks. “You’re wearing a dress, and I definitely would love to enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it, huh?” I like the sound of that.
“Yeah, I have a little surprise for you.”
Sullivan
“Keep your eyes closed.” I reach over covering her line of vision with the blindfold in my hands.
“You’re lucky I trust you as much as I do.”
“I’m beyond thankful for it.” I lean in kissing her neck. “It’ll be a couple of hours with this blindfold on, Counselor. You okay with that?”
“How many?”
“A few, you’ll see when we get there.”
“Okay, Sullivan. I know you’re not gonna hurt me.” She fumbles as she turns to face me, her lips seeking mine.
For a moment, I give her what she wants before I pull away. “C’mon, get in the car, or we’ll never get there. Watch your head.” I help her get in, making sure she’s buckled in before I close the door.
Jogging around the Mustang, I slide in next to her, a smirk on my face. I can’t wait to show Shelby exactly what I have in store for her.
Chapter 32
Sullivan
“Are you okay over there?” I ask Shelby as we head south on the interstate. She hasn’t said much since we left.
“I am.” She turns to me, and although I can’t see her eyes behind the cloth covering them, I can tell she’s sort of irritated I’m keeping her in the dark. “Slightly bored,” she huffs. “Thinking about doing something to entertain myself.”
“Oh yeah?” I shift gears, getting up to speed to go with the flow of traffic. “What are you planning on doing?”
“I guess I could show you.”
The glow from the street lights allow me to see as Shelby sneaks her hand up in between her thighs.
“Oh, Counselor,” I groan, putting the car on cruise control. “You horny?”
“For you? Always, but I would love to point out that you were up on that stage lookin’ all hot.”
“You should’ve seen yourself, and fun fact, I have a fantasy about you wearing a skirt and letting me fuck you.”
She breathes heavily through her nose. “A fantasy?”
“Yeah, one I’m going to make come true when we get to our destination. Tell me what you’re doing right now, Shelby.”
“Rubbing my finger around my clit.”
“Is it enough for you?”
“No,” she whines, pressing her hips up.
“Then take your other hand and play with the left nipple. Expose it to my gaze and let me watch as you pluck it.”
“Someone could see,” she hisses.
“It’s dark, it’ll only be me.”
She moans. “You promise?”
“I do, if anyone else might see, I’ll tell you to stop. Make yourself come, Shelby.”
She widens her legs, slumping slightly in the seat, allowing her to spread widely. Taking my gaze off the road, I watch as she hitches her skirt up higher, pulls the bra down lower.
“We’ve only got a few more minutes, Shelby. If you wanna come, you better do it now.”
She goes hard after her climax, screaming widely as the blindfold falls from her eyes. She’s sucking in air, glancing around. “We’re in Birmingham?”
“We are, for the night. I have a bit of a fantasy that I desperately want to make reality.”
Together we check in, and go up to the room without bags. Neither one of us packed anything, and I can’t bring myself to care.
As we go into the room, I look around for what I specifically asked for.
“Why did you want a table in the middle of the room?” she asks.
“Part of the fantasy. You ready?”
She nods, pulling her lip between her teeth. Grabbing her asscheeks, I hook her legs and take her over to the table. Where I clean it off with one sweep of my arm before bending her over at the waist.
Tits down, ass up.
My breathing becomes labored as I allow myself to have the fantasy I jacked off to so many weeks ago, imagining reaching down, grabbing her skirt and wrenching it up over her cheeks.
There it is. The string of a thong nestled for me to latch onto. Using my fingers, I pull the fabric out, wrapping it around my wrist.
“Sully,” she gasps.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Shelby looks over her shoulder at me. Those green eyes of hers hooded with passion. “No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t stop.”
With my other hand, I tuck my thumb into my palm and extend my middle and index finger as I lift up to her mouth. “Open for me, Counselor.”
She accepts my fingers, twirling around them with her tongue, bathing the flesh with moisture that’ll ease my way into her body. When I go to extract them, she sucks, refusing to release. “You want something else to suck on?” I breathe into her ear. “I’ve got it right here for you.”
A groan rips from her throat as I move my wet fingers between her thighs, holding them open with my own. I take her in increments. “You’re tight.” My words are a hiss as I do my best to be patient.
Her head tilts forward as she accepts my invasion, rocking back against my fingers. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah?” I crowd into her, getting all up in her personal space. “You like that?”
She nods. “Mmm hmm.”
Using my fingers I widen her passage, getting her ready for my length. With my other hand I lift her upper body off the desk, sliding my palm up to her throat, I circle my fingers around the flesh, feeling it move as she swallows roughly. Pulling her neck back, I make a spot big enough for me to move in, open-mouth going after her skin. She squirms as I suck, lick, bite, kiss, and blow against the hot surface, wiggling at my fingers still inside her.
“Sullivan!” she screams, panting, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs tightly. Holding me as close as I can get, until she’s coming against my hand, riding it with her head tilted on my shoulder. Inhaling huge gulps of air.
Instead of letting her ease herself down, I quickly push my suit pants and underwear below my dick, grasp my length in my hand for a few seconds and give it a quick jerk before I place it at the opening of her pussy and slide fucking home.
Chapter 33
Sullivan
A Week Later
“Are you sure there’s no one else you want to take with you?” I ask my sister before I practically inhale a drink of the coffee we stopped and picked up. “I’m not sure I’m the person you want to help pick out a wedding dress.”
She looks over at me from the driver’s seat, a grin on her face. “No one helped me the first time around, and this time, I feel like it’s important. You’re my best friend.”
“But I’m not a girl.”