When Rivals Fall (Bayshore Rivals 1)

I don’t even want to know how good sex will feel if it feels this amazing and all he did was use his fingers and tongue.

Before I can catch my breath, he starts kissing that same patch of skin and continues moving upwards, peppering open mouth kisses over my thighs, belly, ribs, and all the way back up to my breasts.

By the time he gets to my collarbone I can feel his enormous erection pressing up against my leg, his smooth skin caressing mine as he moves his body between my thighs. I’m panting now, salivating.

He reaches over to the nightstand and opens the drawer, digging around inside it. The break of passion gives me a moment of clarity. What the hell is he doing? A second later he pulls his hand out of the drawer, a small foil package in his hand.

Condom. Oh shit, I almost forgot. Looking down at me with raw need he rips the silver square open with his teeth. Taking the condom out, he reaches between us with one hand. Part of me wants to take a peek and watch him put it on, but I don’t think I can actually tear my eyes away from his. It’s like we are tethered to each other, an invisible hold binding us.

With his hand still between us, I feel him guiding himself to my center, and I spread my legs even further for him. The smooth head bumps against my still sensitive clit and my thighs automatically squeeze together at the sensation.

“Relax,” he whispers into my ear as he starts to rub the head of his cock up and down, through my folds, spreading my juices over his cock before he brings himself back to my entrance.

Holding himself up with one arm his lower body against mine, his hips press into mine like a missing puzzle piece, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. With a gentleness I didn’t know he could possess he enters me slowly, stretching my walls, making me take all of his thickness.

He lowers his head, nestling his face into the crook of my neck, and I am glad he does, because I don’t know if I could hide the tiny surge of panic and discomfort I’m experiencing right now. Needing to touch him, I grip onto his biceps, my nails sinking into the flesh leaving small half-moon indents behind.

I feel full, so full, and I know he’s only inside a few inches. I gasp as a small sting and a slight burn ripples through my core as his cock breaks through the resistance, taking my virginity. I’ve given him all my firsts, and my heart. Sullivan must not even notice it, because he just keeps pushing inside of me until there is nowhere else to go, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my channel.

His lower body is now completely pressed to mine, leaving no space between us. With minimal effort he hitches my leg up, and swivels his hips, pressing deeper inside me. My chest heaves up and down, my heart fluttering so hard I’m sure even he can hear it.

“Fuck, this is a tight fit.” Sullivan blows out a heated breath, sweat beading his brow, and I wonder if he’s ever done it like this.

Seated deep inside me, he lifts his head his eyes moving from where were connected to look up at me. I can tell by the tension in his muscles that he’s restraining himself. His lips part, and his gaze darkens.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast or slow and gentle?” The edge to his voice, and crudeness of his words scares me a little, but I remind myself that this is Sullivan.

My Sullivan.

“Slow, please,” I answer with a strong voice. With a clenched jaw he pulls all the way out of me, the air rips from my lungs with the sensation, and before I can fill them again, he’s entering me, slowly, so slowly.

“Do you wish it was all three of us doing this with you right now? That we got to take turns with you? Making you come over and over again.”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. “I would like that,” I admit shamelessly. Sullivan smiles, his eyes lighting up, as he continues his slow leisurely strokes. Pulling out and pushing back in. In and out. In and out. Eventually the dull ache gives way to red hot pleasure that spreads out through my abdomen like lava erupting down the side of a volcano.

“I always knew it would be this good.” Sullivan grunts, and he looks so beautiful right now, his eyes closed, his body straining above mine. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life, the one singular moment in history when a Lockwood and a Bishop became one. Because that’s what this is history and we’re going to rewrite it.