“Hey, you’re up. Sorry if I woke you,” he says nonchalantly, completely uncaring to the fact that he is not wearing any clothing. Droplets of water cling to his hair, and he shakes it a little bit sending water in every direction.
My chest starts to rise and fall, my nipples hardening against my bra.
“I-I mean, n-no… you didn’t… I was…” I stutter, my tongue feeling heavy. I’m flustered even though I’m the one dressed and clearly have nothing to be embarrassed about.
Sullivan starts heading towards the bed, with each of his steps my pulse picks up, thrumming loudly in my ears. I nibble on my bottom lip, trying my best to ignore his presence but it’s a lot harder than one would think. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, naked, wet, our bodies gliding together. By the time he’s standing in front of the bed, and only a few feet away from me, my pulse is all but racing.
“You’re looking at me like you’re scared I might eat you.” The grin he gives me could set panties on fire.
“I-I just woke up,” I say, mostly because I can’t think of anything else to say.
“I noticed,” that signature smirk of his widening, as if he knows the power he holds over me. “Do you want to take a shower too?”
“With you?” I ask like an idiot. He smells like soap, and water, and bad choices, really, really bad choices.
“Well, I just took a shower, but I could help you out of your clothes? And with other things, of course.” His thick brows wiggle playfully.
Oh my God. He wants to help me out of my clothes. He’s basically naked, besides the towel and he wants to get me naked. That would mean we would both be naked. Together. I might be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid. I know what happens when people get naked together, and they don’t do much talking.
I swallow, but there’s no saliva left in my throat, my mouth feels dry like I swallowed a cup of sand. “Okay,” I answer meekly, my cheeks burning.
Sullivan blinks, his gaze widening, the playful grin slips off his lips, “You’re serious? You want this?”
I lick my lips. Do I want this? Him, and his brothers? Obviously, I want them, but do I want to have sex? Do I want my first time to be with the same boy who took my first kiss, my first orgasm? I shouldn’t want it to be him, not after everything, but it feels like I’m whole when we’re together and I want to be whole, so badly.
“Yes… I want this… you, I mean… I want you.” I stutter out, and grip onto the hem of my shirt, trying to build up the courage to pull the thing off and toss it onto the floor.
With a grin, he moves closer, his movements sleek, smooth, like a cat striding through the night. My body is burning up, it feels like I have a fever. I start to lift my shirt up and pause.
“What about Oliver and Banks?” I ask, needing to clear the air before we take another step. I want them as equally as I want Sullivan, but they don’t want me right now, and I need this, the connection to be back in place. I need all of them.
“You want them too, don’t you? You want all three of us.” There’s no judgement in his eyes, no anger. He’s simply speaking the truth.
Releasing my lip from between my teeth I say, “Yes, I do.”
“And you can have them, all of us, but not tonight. Tonight you’re all mine.” His voice is low, seductive. Reaching for me, he brushes some lingering strands of hair from my face, the simple touch sending my already stimulated nerve endings into overdrive.
I consider telling him that I’m a virgin but decide against it. What if he changes his mind because of it? I don’t want to ruin the moment. I’m given little time to dwell on the thought before Sullivan pounces on me. The towel around his waist slips to the floor, and I gasp, just as he takes my cheeks into his hands. He kisses me, gently, but with an underlying hunger that has me eager for more. He kisses me until I’m breathless, until my chest is heaving, and my hands are shaking, until my lips are swollen. Until there is nothing but the two of us.
He only stops kissing me long enough to help me out of my clothes. Dipping his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, he drags them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me bare to him. Slinging them over his shoulder, they land on the floor somewhere behind him. My bra is next to go. He reaches around me and with skillful fingers he is somehow able to undo the clasp. My breasts fall forward without the support of my bra.