Page 28 of Revived
She's flirting. Okay, I can do this. I've got this. I've flirted before. As soon as I think it , I remind myself that I've never actually flirted like this with Elle before. Before I can overthink it, I shoot off a response.
Sully: Oh yeah? What kind of things?
Immediately I regret it. What kind of lame ass response was that? Thank god she doesn't keep me waiting.
Boo: I'll show you if you come pick me up from Addy's ;)
Sully: Be there in ten.
I'm in front of Addy's in eight minutes and shoot off a text to let Elle know. Less than a minute later she comes out of the front doors, and my mouth instantly waters while my cock hardens in my basketball shorts. Elena fucking Rossi walks straight towards me in my Princeton track hoodie that has my last name across the back and what looks to be nothing else. This spitfire is going to be the death of me. Not a trace of makeup is on her flawless skin, and her hair is down in loose waves from last night. She looks like the star of every fantasy I've ever had since I was old enough to have them. Which tracks, because she is.
She climbs into my Bronco with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen and a glint in her emerald eyes that tells me she's up to no good. She buckles her seatbelt before turning in her seat and smirking at me.
"So… You're my boyfriend now?" She asks almost shyly.
"I think that was the consensus last night." I smirk and reach across the console to take her hand in mine. She moves our hands to sit on her upper thigh, and my fingers flex slightly.
"Are you off today?"
"Yeah, for the next two days." I yawn involuntarily. “Where to, Boo?”
“Take me home, Monster. Take me home like you would any other woman who just got in your vehicle dripping for you in only your hoodie. And I do meanonly.”
When I hesitate, unsure if she’s serious or not, she inches our hands up until the back of my fingers brush against her bare pussy. She’s right. She’s soaked.
“Dammit Baby girl. I don’t know if I can wait that long.” I groan while my cock throbs and tents my shorts.
I don’t know what’s gotten into her, or if the ten years of sexual tension has gotten to her head, but regardless I need to taste her in the next three minutes or I just might die.
“Yes, you can.” She reaches over and grips the base of my dick on the outside of my shorts and begins caressing. My head falls back and my eyes shut. Fuck, this feels amazing. She stops suddenly, which causes my eyes to snap open and glare at her, “We’d already be halfway there by now, Sul. Drive, or I stop.” She bites her bottom lip, and I throw the truck into drive.
I make it to my house in seven minutes. I make it approximately five seconds after opening the front door before I’m slamming it shut and pushing her up against the now closed wood. My lips descend on hers, and she whimpers into my mouth. Deepening the kiss, I run my hands up from her thighs, bringing the hoodie with me, only separating to pull it over her head and throw it across the room. My heart stops beating, and my breath stutters in my chest.
This is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even first thing in the morning after a drunken night, she’s an angel disguised as a woman. Her brown hair falls in soft waves attempting to cover the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen, and suddenly I hate her hair for trying to hide what I’m desperate to have my mouth on. She’s lean and muscular, but still has the soft curves of a grown woman. She shuffles under my stare, and it’s then I realize that I’m outwardly gawking at her.
Her hands come up to my waist, and like she’s handling the most delicate glass, she slowly lifts my shirt up until I fist it at the back of my neck and yank it over. Her eyes heat with unbridled desire as her hands roam every inch of my hard muscles. My skin prickles under her soft touch until her hands stop at the sharp lines of my Adonis belt, and she looks up at me in question and uncertainty.
“Every part of me is yours, baby girl. You don’t have to ask for permission before touching.”
“What if I want to do more than touch?” She asks quietly.
“You can shoot me in my chest, and I’d thank you for using your bullet on me, Elle. This is your open invitation. It doesn’t matter when or where. I’m yours to do with as you please.”
I can see the moment that the fire and lust take over her senses. She bites her bottom lip, and without another word, she drops to her knees and pulls down my basketball shorts. She peers up at me from those thick eyelashes of hers, and I’m a fucking goner. As if I ever had a choice before this moment. Elena Rossi will be the death of me, but damn, what a way to go.
Chapter thirteen
Elena Rossi
Watching the control slip away from this man like sand on the shore may just be my newest addiction. Sullivan looks down, and I can see his control snapping string by tortuous string. Reaching my hands up, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug them until they fall with ease down his muscular legs.
Sully looks like he was cut from stone. He takes his fitness seriously, he always has, but it’s been a bigger priority for him since becoming the lieutenant of the rescue squad. Looking up at every hard line and ridge, I can confidently say that it’s working. Smiling sheepishly, I reach my hand out and firmly grasp the base of his hard and swollen cock. My hand moves, taking a tentative pump just to hear the gravelly groan rip from the depths of his chest.
“Stop playing with me, Boo.” His head tilts up towards the ceiling, and his words come out as a plea.
“You mean like this?” Leaning in, I circle my tongue around the tip of his now weeping head before closing my mouth around it and sucking.
His hand shoots to the back of my head and fists my hair at the roots, pulling me back. “Elle. Before we do this, I need you to pick a word.”
