When Rivals Fall (Bayshore Rivals 1)

With a devilish grin that I feel deep down to my toes he flings the contraption over his shoulder just like he did the rest of my clothing. Then there’s silence as he takes a moment and just looks at me and I do the same in return.

His pupils are dilated, his eyes seem black instead of their normal stormy blue. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his jaw is set in a hard line. He looks ruggedly handsome. My eyes wander lower, past his well-defined stomach and down the trail of russet brown hair leading me straight to his very erect penis. I gulp, I’ve seen dicks before, but nothing could prepare me for one that size entering me.

“Scared?” Sullivan asks smugly, stroking the thing leisurely, like he has all the time in the world.

“No.” I shake my head, lying while trying to hide the nervousness from my voice. “I’ve just never…”

“Been with a guy as big as me?”

Arrogant asshole.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“I’ll go easy on you, Princess.” His wink makes me smile shyly, I can’t help it. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing here. “But first…” He leans over me, his body hovering above mine as he lowers his head to my breast. His hot, wet tongue drags over my swollen nipple before he closes his mouth around the tight peak and starts to suck.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I moan into the room, my hands roaming over Sullivan’s toned back and shoulders, pulling him even closer. Unable to lie still, my body moves like a snake underneath his touch, wiggling restlessly, my back arching off the bed. My body begs for more, it needs more.

He cups my other breast with his warm hand, kneading it, then he starts rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger just as Banks had done. The sensations spiraling through me are explosive.

“Lie back,” he orders gruffly, and I follow his command without thought or hesitation, coming to rest against his soft sheets. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, nudging my legs apart. I can feel his eyes on my flesh. “I’m going to taste you, so be a good girl and stay nice and still. I need you soaked with need before my cock comes anywhere near your pretty pussy.”

I swallow around the lump of fear forming in my throat and nod my head, my hands fisting into the sheets as he situates himself on his belly, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his huge form between my thighs.

He lowers his head, bringing his mouth to my center. I can feel his hot breath on my already slick folds, and I shiver at the onslaught of sensations rippling through me. I’m barely grasping onto reality, hanging on by a thread and then I feel his tongue dragging across my most sensitive parts. It’s a brief touch, a caress, the feeling so foreign, so intense, I can barely handle it. No one has ever done this to me, no one’s ever touched me this way and all I can think is that I want more, need more. Like an addict I’m desperate, willing to sell my soul for my next hit.

My hands leave the sheets and find their way into his thick silky-smooth hair. Threading my fingers through the strands, I rake my nails over his scalp. He releases a throaty moan, the sound vibrating through my core, coaxing a moan past my own lips.

“Ahhhh…”

“You taste exactly like I knew you would. Like strawberries and cream,” his skillful tongue swipes over the sensitive bundle of nerves and my hips lift, a jolt of pleasure rippling up my spine.

“Sullivan,” I whine, wanting more of him, feeling this deep, primal need trying to escape out of me.

“Patience.” He tsks, with a light chuckle before getting back to work on tasting me. Using his fingers to spread my folds and suck on my swollen clit. The need builds, starting from behind my eyes and through every inch of my body, out of reflex I squeeze my thighs together, but Sullivan doesn’t care, he continues to lick and suck as I grow slicker and slicker, my arousal damn near pouring out of me.

When I’m positive things cannot possibly get any better, he slips a finger into my channel, while still keeping pressure against my clit. He pumps in and out of me a few times, before adding a second finger and stretching me deliciously. Thrashing against the pillows, I bite onto my fist to stop myself from screaming out loud as he fingers me, while sucking on my clit with unforgiving need.

A blinding light flashes before my eyes, and my hips rise and fall as an indescribable pleasure lays claim to my soul. Sullivan’s thrusts slow, as I slide down the mountain of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” I whimper when the last ripples of pleasure have run through my body. Sullivan chuckles against the sensitive flesh of my thigh, his breath tickling me.