Just like I didn’t plan to crave her company, her laugh, her smile…her.
But here we are, and even if I wanted to, there’s no going back.
Not now.
“I’m on birth control, but if you’re worried or don’t trust me, you can pull out for extra protection.”
“I trust you, but what about extra protection?”
She gnashes her teeth together, irritated to be teetering on the edge of something she so desperately craves. “Don’t you think I’d tell you if I was running around with an STD, Sully?”
“Yes.”
“Great. Now fuck me like you promised you would. You—oh god. Oh holy shit.”
Her sassy remarks fade into moans as I surge into her with abandon.
“I told you you’d be the one doing the begging.”
“Shut up.” Her words are intended to be harsh, but they come out as nothing more than a sigh.
Looking between us, I watch as I disappear inside her.
Then again. And again.
“Look at us, Thea.” She drops her eyes to where we connect, watching as I ram into her, her mouth forming an O. “We look good together,” I say. “We feel good together.”
In more ways than just this one.
“So fucking good,” she agrees. “More. Please.”
I give more.
I give over and over as her tits bounce freely with my harsh movements. She takes it all with her head tossed back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. She lifts her hand like she wants to slide it into my hair, but I slow my movements and she gets the hint, putting it back where I told her to keep it. Her legs are wrapped around me firmly, holding me like she’s afraid if she lets go, I’ll disappear.
Oh, Thea, like I’d ever want to leave.
My balls draw tighter, and since it’s been way too fucking long since anything has felt this good—if it ever has—I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
I pull her closer, holding her securely with one arm as I sneak the other between us, tracing circles over her clit.
“I’m so close,” she moans.
“Thank fuck, because I’m barely holding on here.”
“Can you go harder?”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “I think you might really be my dream girl.”
I heed her request, and just two strokes later she’s falling apart around me.
I let loose, slamming into her wildly until I’m just about to explode. I pull out at the very last minute, spilling all over her stomach.
Thea sags against me, breathing just as harsh and shallow as I am.
She drops her head against mine and sighs. “How the hell are we ever going to come back from this, Sully?”
We aren’t.
Slice Thirteen
Thea
Note to self:
Erase the surveillance video in the shop.
Slice Fourteen
Sully
I learned three things last night.
One: Being buried inside Thea is my version of heaven.
Two: She sleeps naked.
Three: She’s a complete and total bed hog.
She was all over the place, seeming to move every couple of minutes. As soon as I’d get comfortable and pass out, she’d move again, and I don’t mean subtly shift. I mean she’d move, bouncing and jostling and taking the blankets with her.
I woke up this morning missing a pillow, and the only covering left on the bed was a sheet.
It was the best worst night of sleep I’ve ever had, and I would do it over again in a heartbeat if it meant I could feel her fall apart beneath me again.
I’ll admit now I didn’t think my actions through last night. The only thing I went to the shop for was to get to the bottom of her ghosting me after our kiss on the beach.
Then I saw her, and all my innocent intentions fell to the wayside.
I couldn’t not touch her, couldn’t not taste her again.
I didn’t mean for us to fall into bed together, but I’m not mad it happened.
Sure, this complicates the fuck out of things because she’s not looking for a relationship and I told her I wasn’t either, but suddenly, making this fake relationship into something real doesn’t sound like a crazy idea to me.
I like Thea. A lot.
I just wish I could read her to see if she feels the same. If not, that’s fine. I have no problem keeping things casual. But if she does…
I stare down at her sleeping form, which is barely covered by the thin sheet tangled around her. Her head is half-buried under the pillow, just her nose and mouth poking out. One arm is resting across her stomach, the other holding the pillow in place.
“Creep.”
She peels the pillow away, cracking one eye open to look at me. Her hair is a wild mess from going to bed with it wet after showering last night, yet she still looks so fucking cute squinting up at me.
“I can feel you staring at me.”
“Yeah? Well I’m just trying to figure out how you can be so damn sexy and also be the absolute worst person to sleep next to.”
Her lips pull into a lazy, sleepy grin. “You might be hating on me right now, but all I’m hearing is how sexy you think I am.”
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.
“I am?” She points to her stomach. “Is it this jelly roll or this one that gets you going?”
I splay my hand over her stomach, loving the feel of her under my touch: soft and silky. “Hmm…it’s gotta be this one.”
“Ah, the cinnamon bun one. Makes sense you’d like it the most since you’re the one who keeps me in healthy supply.”
“I aim to please.”
“And pleased I am, though I’d be a bit happier if it didn’t seem like my sweet tooth was connected to my ass. I swear that’s where they all end up.”
“I happen to like your ass just the way it is.”
“That so?”
I lean down, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. “That’s exactly so.”
“Good, because I clearly work very hard to maintain it.”
I laugh, kissing her again, this time on the corner of her mouth. I continue peppering kisses all along her jaw and down her neck, taking small nips at the sensitive skin, over her throat and down to her tits, which fit perfectly into my hands.
I close my mouth around a hardened nipple and Thea moans, arching up into my assault.
“So that’s where we’re going this morning.”
I pop my mouth off her. “Oh, is that not where you wanted to go?”
She lifts a brow. “I’d much prefer you in the more southern region of my body, but I’m not complaining.”
“I’m not sucking on your toes, Thea.”
“Not that south.”
“Your pussy? Is that where you’d like my mouth?”
“I mean, if you’re offering…” She lets her legs fall open at the not-so-subtle suggestion.
Shaking my head at her, I say, “You’re insatiable, but if you insist…” I crawl between her legs, rolling my eyes and sighing dramatically as I sit back on my haunches, hands on her knees. “So damn needy.”
She laughs, pushing at me. “I’m kidding.”
“Oh, no. It’s too late to back out now. It’s happening. You’ve already talked me into it.”
“Sully…” She giggles, shoving at me again.
“Thea…” I taunt.
“Stop it. Now I’m all embarrassed.”
“No you’re not,” I say. “You’re wondering if I’ll do it, wondering just how good it’ll be when I fuck you with my tongue, aren’t you?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, eyes falling closed as she imagines just that. Her hips come off the bed just a fraction of an inch, and I want to dive into exploring her body so fucking badly.
“Ask me.”
“What?” She opens her eyes again.
“Ask me, Thea. Ask me to eat your pussy.”
“Sully…
”
“Ask me or I’m not doing it.”
And I really, really want to do it.
I can hear her swallow from here, watching as she wets her lips. Then whispers, “Will you eat my pussy, Sully?”
I grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”
It’s true.
I wanted to taste her last night, more than just off my fingers.
I wanted to splay her out and have my fun discovering every inch of her, but I was too impatient to bury myself to the hilt and fuck her stupid.
Now I have all the time in the world to worship her.
Never breaking eye contact, I slide my hands down her legs to her ankles, bending her knees until her feet are flat on the bed.
“Keep them there,” I instruct.
Like last night, she listens, gulping and watching as I fit myself between her legs.
Gripping her thigh, I make more room in what I’m sure is going to be my new home and use my other hand to spread her lips.
Fucking beautiful.
“My god, Sully. I thought I told you to—oh fuck,” she moans as I slide my tongue over her swollen clit.
I chuckle against her when her hand dives into my hair, holding my head in place. “Do it again.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Sully…”
I fulfill her request, flicking her clit with my tongue, then pulling the bud into my mouth and sucking.
Hard.
She gasps, gripping my hair tightly, holding me to her as her hips begin to move.
“That’s it,” I say. “Fuck my face.”
She does, sliding her clit over my tongue, her hold tightening to the point of almost hurting. I don’t let up, sucking and licking until she’s on the brink of exploding.
When she tries to defy my orders and move her legs, I grab her ankles, holding her in place. She cries out in frustration, but her groans quickly morph into moans when I suck her harder.
I eat at her until she’s writhing beneath me, whimpering for reprieve.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she pants, pulling at my hair. “I have to come.”
I ease up on my ministrations and she groans.
“Please, Sully, I—”
Her words die as I put both hands on her thighs and spread her wider, letting her feet come off the bed for the first time.
I fuck her opening with my tongue, then replace it with two fingers, fucking her hard like she likes as I drag my mouth back to her clit.
She falls apart beneath me in seconds, crying out in relief.
I gently lick at her, coaxing her down from her high. When she’s spent, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and sit back to admire my work.
Eyes closed with one hand in her hair, the other fisting the sheet, she pushes big, steadying breaths out of her lungs, trying to regain control of her breathing.
When she peels her eyes open, I smirk down at her.
“You’re welcome.”
She laughs, covering her face with her hands and kicking her feet against the bed.
“It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” I ask, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away.
“This.”
“I am so confused right now.”
She pushes herself to a sitting position, shoving at my chest. “You. Us. This. You’re funny, you’re hot, and you put up with my shit. You’re pretending to be my boyfriend because I’m too embarrassed to show up to my brother’s wedding alone, and you just gave me the best orgasm of my entire life, including the ones from last night. It’s annoying how perfect you are.”
“I’m far from perfect, Thea.”
“Tell that to my vagina then!” She throws her arms up. “Because she thinks you’re pretty damn spectacular right now.”
I grin, sliding my hand up her cheek and pulling her to me. I peck a kiss to the end of her nose. “She’s just riding the high. I’m sure in half an hour she’ll be over me.”
Thea’s eyes turn serious, and I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.
Like she can’t stand to hold my gaze any longer, she drops her eyes to the bed as she quietly says, “Trust me, I don’t think she’ll get over you anytime soon.”
Her heart.
She’s talking about her heart.
I tighten my hold on her, tipping her head back until she’s forced to look at me. Then I pull her to me and kiss her. Hard.
I kiss her until I don’t know where either of us begins or ends.
Until we’re sliding back down to the bed and I’m settling between her legs and finding my place inside her warmth again.
I kiss her until she knows the feeling’s mutual.
I’ll never get over Thea Schwartz.
“I’m starving,” Thea complains.
We’ve been wrapped together in euphoria for I don’t even know how long, just lying here talking, both too afraid to move for fear it’ll break this spell we’re under.
“You know where the kitchen is,” I tell her.
“That is not what you’re supposed to say. You’re supposed to jump up and bring me breakfast in bed or some shit. You know, be romantic after I let you defile me.”
“Defiling you would imply there was something good there to taint.” She pinches at my nipple and I yelp, pulling away from her tight grasp. “Hey, you shit! That is not being romantic at all, especially after I let you—”
“Don’t you dare say defile you.” She shakes her head. “I heard every word you whispered in my ear last night—you were obviously defiled long ago.”
I don’t refute her claim.
Thea leans across me and peeks at her phone on the nightstand. “Holy shit,” she says, falling back onto the bed and curling up next to me. “No wonder I’m hungry. It’s after eleven.”
“Damn. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed this late. Actually”—I scratch at the stubble lining my jaw—“I can’t remember the last time I didn’t start my morning on the beach in one way or another.”
“That addicted to it, huh?”
“It’s safe to say I should consider going to meetings for it.”
“I know you’re not from here, but have you always lived along the East Coast?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t grow up near the water or anything. I’d been a time or two on family vacations, the memories of which are now a bit fuzzy, but after my dad went to prison, those stopped. So I hadn’t really experienced the call of her in full force until I came here.”
“Let me guess—now that you’re living here, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
I nod. “The moment I crossed into this town, I knew I wouldn’t be leaving.”
“That’s how I’ve always felt about it. Some people grow up hating where they come from and can’t wait to leave. Most don’t feel strongly one way or the other, but they never leave because it’s comfortable and familiar. Then there are a few who are like me—their roots feel entwined with the soil, and they wouldn’t dare rip a plant from its home.”
“I was definitely in the first camp, and not just because of my father.” I shrug. “From a young age, when I started getting my feelings, I just knew I didn’t belong there. It was home, but it wasn’t my home. I just didn’t fit. It’s probably why I was anxious and wound tight all the time, and why when I finally left, it was easier to breathe.”
“I’m glad you’re breathing now, Sully.” She leans over and pecks a kiss to my cheek like she’s been kissing me all her life. “But if you don’t feed me soon, there’s no telling how much longer you will be.”
My shoulders shake with laughter. “Is that right?”
“Afraid so. It’d be a shame, too, because I think I’d have let you put it in my butt if you asked nicely.”
Just when I thought I didn’t have anything left in me, my cock twitches to life at the thought of taking her ass.
I move fast, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
She gives me a lopsided grin, wrapping her arms around my back. “I didn’t mean right now.”
I slide my hands down hers, palming her ass cheeks. I massage them both, pulling at them just enough to let the cold air hit her hole, then I rock her over my hard cock.
She gasps as I bump into her clit.
“Sully…” she whispers, dropping her forehead to mine. “You’re killing me.”
“I think you’ll live.”
“No, seriously. You’re killing me. It’s not that I don’t want to bang your brains out again, but I. Am. Starving.”
She sinks into me, and I laugh. “Well get up then. I’ll find us something to eat.”
She hops off me faster than ever and grabs for my discarded shirt, pulling it down over her head like it belongs to her. She’s so damn short it nearly falls to her knees.
“I’m going pee. When I get done, there better be food.”
“And if there’s not?” I challenge.
“Then at least the sharks will get to eat.”
She marches from the room, leaving me staring after her, shaking my head.
I pull myself from the bed and forgo throwing on anything other than the pair of boxer briefs I’m wearing.
No point in being modest anymore, I suppose.
I make my way to the kitchen and head straight for the coffee machine. By now, I know Thea well enough to be certain it’s the first thing she’ll need.
“Dude, put some fucking clothes on, would ya?”
I barely hold on to the coffee mug as I spin toward the door.
“What the shit, Winston?” I scowl at him. “Does nobody around here knock anymore?”
He lifts a shoulder. “The door was open.” I pin him with a Don’t bullshit me look. “Fine, it wasn’t—but I did knock.”
“And I didn’t answer. That doesn’t mean break in.”
“Please. It’s not like I caught you in the middle of anything naughty. You don’t have a girl over here or…”
Winston trails off as the door to the bathroom opens and Thea makes her way up the stairs.
“You better be making me coffee or—”
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