Page 58 of Sully

“That’s a good sound,” Sully said, voice ragged.

“No,” I whimpered when he suddenly pulled away from me.

“Shh,” he murmured, grabbing me, pulling me with him as he sat back against the wall again, moving me to straddle him. “I want to watch,” he said, head tipping down to press into my neck. A shiver coursed through me as another wave of needtightened in my core. “That’s it,” he said when my instincts took over, making my hips rock down onto his lap again.

Sully’s hands slid down my back, sinking into my butt and using it to help me writhe against him. His lips, tongue, and teeth grazed up my neck, the shell of my ear, down my jaw, then finally sealed over mine again.

All rational thought—and my chronic insecurities—fell away then. All that was left was him. And the need building to a fever pitch inside of me.

Sully’s lips pulled from mine, his eyes opening, watching me as I rocked harder and faster against him, too consumed by my need to overthink this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice somehow soft and rough at the same time.

And just like that, the orgasm crashed through me, making me lean forward, pressing my lips to his shoulder to muffle my cries as the waves kept taking me under over and over.

Sully held me through it, his arms an anchor.

It only took about two-point-five seconds after the climax settled for the nasty little voices in my head to start talking.

“Nope, nope, nope, we’re not gonna do that,” Sully said, hands gliding up and down my back. “Shut those thoughts up,” he demanded, fingers slipping under my shirt to tease over my overheated bare skin.

A little shiver slid up my spine while the heat reignited.

His fingers traced the band of my bra, sneaking forward until his hands cupped my breasts through the material. My nipples hardened, and the press of them against his palms dragged a low groan out of Sully.

His hands shifted up, starting to tease up the cups.

And then there was a knock on the damn trap door.

“Go away,” Sully called, giving me a smile as his fingertips danced across the tops of my breasts.

“Troops are on their way in,” Nave called.

“Damnit,” Sully sighed.

Sensing the moment was gone, I slid back off of his lap and turned to start gathering up the blankets into a pile.

Sully sat there for a second, head tilted up, taking slow, deep breaths. Clearly trying to bring some calm back into his body.

“Hand me down some shit,” Nave called.

With Sully still not moving, I crawled over him toward the trap door, opening it and passing him the carafe.

“There’s a bag in the corner for the blankets,” Nave told me.

“Okay. Thanks.” With that, I watched him move back down the ladder.

But then I felt Sully’s hands on my butt, squeezing.

I looked back, seeing how I was on all fours bridged over his legs. Which, essentially, left my ass in his view.

“We have to go,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he agreed.

But then his hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, dragging a surprised, needy whimper out of me as his fingers teased between my lips, finding my clit with expert precision.

“Sully,” I sighed as his fingers circled.

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