Page 7 of Sully
I leaned in close, close enough to feel his breath warm against my cheek.My lips brushed his ear as I whispered, “I’ve got a room.‘Bout three blocks away.If you’re interested in making some trouble together.”
I felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath.When I pulled back, his eyes had darkened, pupils wide.The careful control was still there, but strained now, like a dam with hairline fractures.
He threw cash on the bar, enough to cover our drinks and then some, without ever taking his eyes off me.
“Lead the way,” he said, echoing my words from earlier.
As we stood, he rested his hand at the small of my back again, fingers splayed wider this time, more possessive.I let myself lean into the touch, just slightly.We walked quickly out into the Nashville night, the distance to my hotel room suddenly feeling like miles of unbearable anticipation.
We hardly made it through the door of my hotel room before the restraint between us shattered.Sully’s self-control seemed to degrade every second it took to get us inside and the door shut and locked.Once inside the room, Sully gripped my waist, spinning me around and pressing my back against the wall.
His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that matched the fire that had been building in my veins all night, all teeth and tongue and desperation.I bit his lower lip hard enough I was afraid I’d drawn blood, a warning and an invitation wrapped in one.He didn’t pull back.Instead, he groaned and pressed closer, pinning me between the solid wall and his hard, muscular body.
He shrugged out of his vest, and I tugged his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing skin marked with battle scars and tattoos.I raked down his chest, my nails leaving thin red lines in their wake.He hissed but didn’t stop me.Instead, he worked my jacket off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor.
“Been thinking about this since I saw you at the bar,” he muttered against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“Less talking,” I demanded, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth back to mine.
There was need in our touches, an almost violent kind of need.My shirt joined his on the floor, followed quickly by my bra.When his mouth closed around my nipple, I arched against him, a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan escaping my lips.His hands were everywhere, rough palms against soft skin while his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.Good.I wanted the marks.Wanted evidence this had happened after he was gone because I knew in my heart I’d never have another man like Sully.
I pushed away from the wall, walking him backward toward the bed.The backs of his knees hit the mattress, and I shoved him down, climbing on top to straddle him.The power dynamic shifted, fluid and dangerous.I rolled my hips against him, still half-clothed but feeling his hardening cock through the denim.
“You think you’re in charge here?”His voice was rough, amused.
I grinned down at him, wild and unrepentant.“I’m always in charge.”
He moved so quickly I barely registered it happening.A twist of his body, a shift of weight, and suddenly I was beneath him, wrists pinned above my head in one of his large hands.I wasn’t sure I could have broken the hold, but the thrill that shot through me kept me from trying.
“Always?”he asked, his free hand working the button of my jeans with practiced ease.
I lifted my hips to help him slide the denim down my legs as I gave him a cocky grin.“Temporary tactical surrender.”
His laugh was dark and satisfied as he shoved off me to rid himself of his jeans and boots.“I’ll take it.”
I kicked off my shoes and finally got free of my jeans just as he lowered himself on top of me.When we were finally skin to skin, I wrapped my legs around his waist.He held himself above me on stiffened arms, his cock bobbing proudly between us.
“Patience,” he murmured before lowering himself fully on top of me, his cock trapped between us as he trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone until his lips were between my breasts.
“Fuck patience,” I growled, arching against him.
He moved lower; his teeth grazed my hip bone.“Oh, I definitely intend to fuck you.”
My retort died in my throat as he covered my pussy with his mouth, his tongue doing things that made coherent thought impossible.I buried my hands in his hair, holding him there as pleasure built like a gathering storm.Just before I came, he pulled away, ignoring my frustrated curse.
“Not yet,” he said, crawling back up my body.“Not till I fuckin’ say, little hellion.”
I have no idea where he got the condom, but he paused only long enough to sheath himself before covering me with his deliciously muscled, big body.
When he finally thrust into me, I screamed, the most urgent and powerful need I’d ever experienced engulfed me.I flung my hand out, trying to free myself when my hand got trapped between our bodies.I knocked a lamp on the bedside table to the floor with a crash.I found his shoulder in a desperate attempt to anchor myself in the face of such overwhelming lust.The sound of breaking glass barely registered through the sensation of fullness, of perfect friction which caused a roaring in my ears as I strained for the orgasm I knew was right… fucking…there!We moved together with a savage rhythm.He didn’t try to hold himself back and I was beyond caring.I needed to come in the worst fucking way.
“Harder,” I demanded, nails digging into his back and shoulder.
“You get what I give you, woman,” he snarled at my ear.
Surprisingly, instead of pissing me off, a shiver of frustrated anticipation made me screech back at him.“Sully!”I arched against him, desperately trying to meet him thrust for thrust, doing my best to force him to fuck me harder.Faster.
In response, he shifted to pull my leg around his hip.I thought he wanted extra leverage and prepared myself for a wild ride, but he slapped the outside of my thigh with a sharp smack.
