I think about wringing his neck and wonder why I didn’t smack him on the back of the head earlier. That’s a regret I suppose I’ll have to live with, because Orchid is humming with warmth as she says, “Now you’ll have to tell me all Sully’s juicy secrets!”
Reeve’s grin only intensifies. “My pleasure.”
I stand and scoop Orchid into my arms, then carry her to my bedroom.
“Sully!” she gasps.
“No juicy secrets for you, Petal.” I nuzzle her ear with my lips. “But I want to taste your juicy secret again.”
She squeals as I carry her through the doorway and slam it behind me, Reeve laughing in the living room as I lay her on the bed.
18
ORCHID
“What are you doing?” I start to sit up on the bed, but Sully is all over me. In a matter of seconds, he has me naked. My clothes are torn to shreds and strewn across the floor. The material was no match for him. I forget all about the juicy secrets I was planning on pulling from his brother.
“I think it’s really clear what I’m doing, Petal.” I watch as he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it away. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing him this way. All my focus is now on Sully’s giant cock. The man is really proportionate. I was never great at math, but I’m not sure how this is going to work.
“I, ah—”
“I’d never hurt you, Petal.” He places one knee on the bed. If anyone looks to be in pain at the moment, it’s his cock. The head is red with a drip of creamy liquid slipping out. The urge to know what it tastes like rises inside me.
“I know that, but a girl's first time always hurts.” So I’ve been told. His giant hands fist the blankets as he takes long, deep breaths. He’s fighting his self-control. There is this almost wild look in his eyes. As though there is a dark need trying to rise up inside him. It only excites me more that he’s this way because of me.
I scramble to my knees, knowing what I need to do. “Lie down,” I order him.
His lips part, and I know I’ve taken him by surprise. “You heard me. Lie down,” I say more firmly this time, pointing to the center of the bed. My giant beast of a man drops onto the bed. The headboard slaps against the wall, the frame giving a small groan.
“Come sit on my face, Petal.” He tries to boss me.
“I’m the one in charge here,” I remind him. He smirks, making my heart flutter. It’s working. I’m calming him. We both know if Sully wanted to be in charge, he would be in a second. He’s letting me take the lead, and honestly, I love that about him. “And I think it’s time I got to have a taste for myself.”
“Petal.” He growls when he realizes what I mean. He reaches up and grips the headboard.
“Just a small one.” I lick my bottom lip. “Please?”
“Thought you were the one in charge,” he reminds me through gritted teeth.
I’m already running my fingers up his thick, powerful thighs. When I reach his cock, I wrap my hand around it. Sully’s hips jerk off the bed, but he pins them back down. His reaction only spurs me on. I want to give him the same pleasure he did me.
“It’s hard and soft. Just like you.”
“I’ve been called a dick a few times in my life.”
A small laugh spills past my lips. Another thing I love about Sully. No matter what it is we’re doing, he can always get me to smile. It’s been that way since the first moment I met him.
“Well, this dick”—I let the word roll off my tongue, never having spoken it before. I may have written it, but that’s totally different than saying it out loud—“is mine,” I declare.
I’m pretty sure Sully agrees with me, but his words are mixed in with a groan as I take my first lick of him. His salty sweetness hits my tongue. I can’t help the moan that leaves me.
My eagerness gets the best of me, and I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. His hips piston up again. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat. I almost gag but swallow the itch instead. Then I suck as hard as I can. I have no clue what I’m doing, having only read it in stories, but I must be doing something right because more of that saltiness fills my mouth. I suck it down too. Every last drop of it. The throb between my legs is growing by the second. The more pleasure I give him, the more turned on I get.