Page 53 of Revived
I can’t help the carefree laugh that bubbles free as he locks the door. “Sullivan Rory, what are you doing?” I playfully chastise him.
His typically playful demeanor is long gone as he looks at me like he wants to devour me. “Take off the dress, Elle.” His voice is deep and dark, demanding nothing short of perfection from me.
So much of me wants to just submit to him, but that one small piece that screams to fight him every step of the way wins out. “And if I don’t?” I jut out one hip while raising a challenging eyebrow to him.
“If you don’t, baby girl…” He saunters across the room to me with all the assurance in the world. “Then I’ll rip this dress off your body and once I’ve fucked you into submission, I’ll make you walk out of here in nothing.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes, trying to decipher if he’s full of shit or not.
“Try me. I’m leaving here fully clothed regardless.” He smirks, and in that moment I know for sure that son of a bitch will do it just to prove a point. Why is that hot?
I keep my glare on him while slowly reaching up to the back of my neck and finding the zipper that keeps the collar of fabric in place. With one tug I let go and watch as the top of the dress falls, leaving me bare from the neck to my waist. Sully’s hungry gaze locks on my naked breasts while I unzip the small zipper starting at the top of my ass and let the fabric fall gracefully into a heap on the floor. Standing before him in just a nude thong and my gold heels, I bask in the feral look in his eyes.
Got you exactly where I want you.
At least that’s what I think until he walks backwards until he’s sitting in a dark, wide leather wing chair. He gets comfortable, and the look he gives me almost brings me to my knees. My mouth waters at the sight of him. His Dress A’s look impeccable on him. His dark blonde hair is perfectly styled, and his seafoam eyes look like they’re glowing with lust. That is until he looks at me with the smirk that he knows drives me wild and says one word that has my heart stuttering to a standstill and my panties soaking with arousal.
“Crawl.”
“Excuse me?” I ask him in disbelief. He’s got to be fucking with me right now.
“You heard me, Elena. I said crawl.”
I don’t know what takes over my body, but without thought I drop to my knees before putting my hands on the hard floor. With my head held high and my eyes locked on him, I crawl to the man who could command me to lay naked on hot coals, and I’d do it without a second thought. I thought this would be degrading and embarrassing, butwatching him watch me is the biggest turnon. My arousal coats my thighs as I continue my trek to him.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m in between his spread legs and running my hands softly up and down his thighs. I’m waiting for his next command, but honestly he looks mesmerized. Deciding to be bold, I lean over and press a kiss directly over his now hard dick. His pants are still on, but his bulge is so prominent that I can’t help it.
Before I can do anymore than that, Sully reaches under my arms and pulls me up until I’m straddling his thighs. He fights with his belt. He’s no longer frozen. No, now he’s frantic. “I can’t wait another second. Fuck–”
He crashes his lips to mine, and quickly we become nothing but lips, teeth, and hands as we both fight to get his pants down to his knees. Finally– fucking finally– his cock springs free, and in the next second I’ve got him lined up at my entrance, and we both moan as I lower all the way into his lap.
“Fuck, babygirl. Look how pretty your cunt looks stretched around me.” I follow his line of sight until I’m also watching where we meet. I bare down and rock forward tentatively, making us both hiss. Sully grabs my hips with a bruising grip and helps guide me, as we build up a pace that drives us both wild. Every forward rock of my hips rubs my clit over his pelvic bone, causing just enough friction to bring me to the edge in a matter of minutes.
His hand snakes between our bodies, where he begins to rub from my clit to where his cock is stretching me open. He plays with my entrance before coming back up and repeating the process. I’m not fully convinced that he’s not going to try to use his fingers in tandem and stretch me even wider. That is until he throws his head back and his jaw clenches so tightly that I’m surprised he doesn’t break a tooth.
“You close, big boy?” I taunt him playfully.
He surges up so fast that I see stars while I’m pretty sure he just entered my uterus. “What was that? Did I tell my pretty little slut she could talk?” I want to argue, I swear I do, but when he grips the hair at the back of my head and mumbles against my lips, “I’m speaking to you.” I melt into a puddle with nothing more than a ‘no, sir.’ on my lips.
“Good girl.” He smirks against my lips and continues to guide me in the rhythm he wants me at. “Now, be my good little whore and come for Daddy.”
It’s like he’s holding a button designated to destroy me, because in the next instant I completely shatter around him. My body shakes as my orgasm wracks my frame. He buries his head into my neck and follows me with my name on his lips.
Once I come down from the high, he holds me tight to him and whispers in my ear, “Don’t act as if you don’t like calling me Daddy when you just made a complete mess in my lap, baby girl.”
If I had the energy to fight back with him, I would. I don’t, though. All I can do is lay here and allow him to hold me until he decides what he wants to do with me now.
Chapter twenty-four
Sullivan Byrne
We stayed in that office until I wrangled three more orgasms from her perfect body. I was on my best behavior all night, and she spent hours teasing me until I broke. By the time I was done with that pretty pussy of hers, I had to help her get dressed, and then carry her out of the building, where we went home and I stole a few more from her. What can I say? I’m a man who likes to make sure the love of my life is being fucked properly. I don’t see anything wrong with that.
That was a few days ago, though. Now, while Elle is teaching her baby gymnasts (her words, not mine.) I’m congregating with the guys in my living room while we try to figure out the plan for Easter.
“I don’t want to go back to Jersey.” Flynn chirps, surprising none. If it were up to him, he’d never step foot in that damn state again.
“For once, I actually agree with him.” Xavier smirks while throwing a stress ball at Flynn's head. I intercept it easily and glare at X, “Not his head. We’re too close to the playoffs for that shit.”
