“I’ve got to speed it up, Princess,” Sullivan pants, his hot minty breath fanning against my throbbing pulse. “This slow pace is killing me.”
“Okay,” I give him a little nod and turn, pressing a kiss to his mouth. I drag my tongue across his bottom lip, silently asking for entry.
He opens for me all the way and our tongues meet for a sensual dance while he starts thrusting inside of me, his hips piston upward, going deeper, harder, and faster. His cock rubs against something deep inside me, and I feel the pressure building in my womb. He breaks our kiss and stares down at me, a wealth of knowledge and secrets in his gaze.
“I want you to tell me when you’re close,” Sullivan orders, and I nod unable to form a cohesive word.
He changes positions then, pulling away and pressing back onto his knees. He grabs onto my hips pulling me into him and in this position he seems even deeper, like he’s a part of me.
My lips part into the shape of an O. And each time he bottoms out inside me a sliver of pleasure ripples through me. With a feral grin Sullivan places his thumb against my overly sensitive bundle of nerves and with all the sensations overtaking me it doesn’t take long for me to reach my peak.
“I’m-I’m…coming,” I gasp, barely getting the words out before my thighs start to quiver and my toes curl. My back arches off the bed, and Sullivan starts to curse as he holds me in place my pussy squeezing his cock with an evil vengeance.
“Fuck me,” his pace grows faster, his grip on my hips harder, his head tipping back as euphoric pleasure overtakes his body. And then I feel his cock pulsing inside me as he lets out a deep animalistic growl before slamming into me one last time.
He collapses on top of me with a huff, his sweat covered body, blanketing mine with warmth and safety. I relish in this moment, having him so close, where no hate, no parents, no drama can reach us. I know the moment can’t last forever, but I can hold onto it, keep it close to my heart. He rolls off me a second later, falling to the mattress beside me.
He reaches down and pulls the condom off with a wince, before throwing it into the trash bin next to the bed. I look down at my thighs, hoping that I didn’t bleed onto the sheets.
Not wanting him to stop touching me, I roll over with him, planting my head on his chest and draping my arm over his torso. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath. With my ear right above his heart, I can hear the steady rhythm clearly, like my own personal lullaby.
As if the sound was just made for me, calming and soothing me, I’m lulled to a deep slumber and for the first time in a long time I’m falling asleep knowing that everything is going to be okay now.
Everything will be fine, as long as I have Sullivan.
Chapter Fifteen
“This feels nice,” I whisper into Sullivan’s skin the next morning. Taking a deep breath, relishing in his scent, I run my fingers over his stomach, tracing each muscle as I go. I’ve been up for ten minutes, which I spent every second of cuddling and touching Sullivan.
He only woke up about five minutes ago and I’m not sure if it’s because of all my touching and teasing or if he is just having morning wood but his cock is hard as steel. A sizable tent forming between his legs. My head would like to repeat what we did yesterday, but the dull ache between my legs says otherwise. So instead of instigating sex, I simply keep running my fingers over his skin.
“Yes, it does feel nice. I wish it was real,” he says almost absentmindedly.
I smile at his words. “Of course this is real, why would you think anything else?” I ask, without looking up.
“I know this isn’t real for you. I know you don’t actually want me.” My hand on his stomach stills. Confused I raise my head so I can see his face. I take in his somber expression wondering why he is suddenly in this mood.
Still smiling, I ask, “If this isn’t real for me and I didn’t like you then why would I have given you all my firsts?”
“All your firsts?”
“Yes,” I admit. “I gave you my first kiss, you gave me my first orgasm, and last night I gave you my virginity.”
“Stop, Harlow,” he growls, suddenly pushing me off of him. My mouth pops open and I’m completely dumbfounded by his sudden mood change. “I know…I know this is all a game to you. Do you really think I would believe you? Believe that I was your first kiss? That you were a virgin?” He tips his head, back and chuckles, “I might be stupid, but I know a liar when I see one, and you, Harlow Lockwood, have and always will be one.”