Page 33 of Revived (Lucky Ones #1)

Oh well, they’ll get over it. I cannot wait to get this pump so I hopefully won't have to worry about this as much. I have just a month until the trials, and then just three months after that is the games. Regardless of how the next four months go, I’m done after August. My body’s been transformed over the years to exactly what it needs to be to be able to take the abuse that I’ve put it through.

The way I contort and toss my body around defies the basic laws of gravity.

All for the passion of the sport and that medal to be placed around my neck.

“That’s not even almost funny, Elle.” Sully scowls so intensely that I want to reach my hand up and smooth out the frown lines creasing his handsome face.

Before I can respond, the MC comes over the mic to tell everyone to find their seats. Sully leads me to our table and pulls out my seat. We’re seated with his crew, their dates or spouses, and Flynn. Flynn typically doesn’t come to this stuff, but since Sully is getting an award, he’s here .

Gentlemen in the streets, Monster in the sheets. I laugh to myself at my own joke while he gets seated beside me.

His lips meet my ear, “what’s so funny, baby girl?” The bass in his voice skates down my body and settles into my core.

“Nothing really. Just you being a gentleman in public, but the farthest thing from it at home.” He pulls away, looking shocked and chastised.

“Take that back. I’m such a gentleman at home.” He scoffs.

“Yeah. The way you tie me up is so gentlemanly. My bad.” I roll my eyes.

His voice lowers when he responds, “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’ll spank your ass in the bathroom.”

Before I can respond, the fire commissioner takes the stage.

Sully grips my upper thigh as our attention turns to the stage.

As he talks about the different stations and their accomplishments over the past year, Sully’s fingertips start gently stroking the inside of my upper thigh.

I’m so distracted by his fingers inching higher and higher that I don’t even realize the speaker has changed until Sully’s hand stops moving.

The chief of his station is standing at the podium while he talks about the importance of the firefighter of the year award.

“This is an award that’s given to a firefighter that has gone above and beyond in their commitment, dedication, and bravery in protecting the lives and property of Temple Valley.

This year's firefighter of the year has shown his impeccable leadership ability on calls and at the station on every shift. From small fender benders all the way to just a few months ago when he rescued a four year old who had wandered away from home. This firefighter keeps his head level and his team in check no matter the call. It’s with great honor that I present this award to Lieutenant Sullivan Byrne. ”

The room erupts in cheers and applause as Sully stands. The tips of his ears redden as he walks onto the stage to accept his award. I cannot describe the pride in my chest as I watch this man, my man, be recognized for how amazing he is. The smile doesn’t leave my face the rest of the night.

***

Sul has been on his best behavior all night. Well, as much as I’m sure he’s willing to be, but after hours of my subtle teasing, he grabs me by the arm and sneaks us out of the ballroom and into what appears to be someone’s office.

I can’t help the carefree laugh that bubbles free as he locks the door. “Sullivan Rory, what are you doing?” I playfully chastise him.

His typically playful demeanor is long gone as he looks at me like he wants to devour me. “Take off the dress, Elle.” His voice is deep and dark, demanding nothing short of perfection from me.

So much of me wants to just submit to him, but that one small piece that screams to fight him every step of the way wins out. “And if I don’t?” I jut out one hip while raising a challenging eyebrow to him.

“If you don’t, baby girl…” He saunters across the room to me with all the assurance in the world. “Then I’ll rip this dress off your body and once I’ve fucked you into submission, I’ll make you walk out of here in nothing.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes, trying to decipher if he’s full of shit or not.

“Try me. I’m leaving here fully clothed regardless.” He smirks, and in that moment I know for sure that son of a bitch will do it just to prove a point. Why is that hot?

I keep my glare on him while slowly reaching up to the back of my neck and finding the zipper that keeps the collar of fabric in place.

With one tug I let go and watch as the top of the dress falls, leaving me bare from the neck to my waist. Sully’s hungry gaze locks on my naked breasts while I unzip the small zipper starting at the top of my ass and let the fabric fall gracefully into a heap on the floor.

Standing before him in just a nude thong and my gold heels, I bask in the feral look in his eyes.

Got you exactly where I want you.

At least that’s what I think until he walks backwards until he’s sitting in a dark, wide leather wing chair.

He gets comfortable, and the look he gives me almost brings me to my knees.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. His Dress A’s look impeccable on him.

His dark blonde hair is perfectly styled, and his seafoam eyes look like they’re glowing with lust. That is until he looks at me with the smirk that he knows drives me wild and says one word that has my heart stuttering to a standstill and my panties soaking with arousal.

“Crawl.”

“Excuse me?” I ask him in disbelief. He’s got to be fucking with me right now.

“You heard me, Elena. I said crawl.”

I don’t know what takes over my body, but without thought I drop to my knees before putting my hands on the hard floor.

With my head held high and my eyes locked on him, I crawl to the man who could command me to lay naked on hot coals, and I’d do it without a second thought.

I thought this would be degrading and embarrassing, but watching him watch me is the biggest turnon.

My arousal coats my thighs as I continue my trek to him.

It doesn’t take me long until I’m in between his spread legs and running my hands softly up and down his thighs.

I’m waiting for his next command, but honestly he looks mesmerized.

Deciding to be bold, I lean over and press a kiss directly over his now hard dick.

His pants are still on, but his bulge is so prominent that I can’t help it.

Before I can do anymore than that, Sully reaches under my arms and pulls me up until I’m straddling his thighs. He fights with his belt. He’s no longer frozen. No, now he’s frantic. “I can’t wait another second. Fuck–”

He crashes his lips to mine, and quickly we become nothing but lips, teeth, and hands as we both fight to get his pants down to his knees.

Finally– fucking finally– his cock springs free, and in the next second I’ve got him lined up at my entrance, and we both moan as I lower all the way into his lap.

“Fuck, babygirl. Look how pretty your cunt looks stretched around me.” I follow his line of sight until I’m also watching where we meet.

I bare down and rock forward tentatively, making us both hiss.

Sully grabs my hips with a bruising grip and helps guide me, as we build up a pace that drives us both wild.

Every forward rock of my hips rubs my clit over his pelvic bone, causing just enough friction to bring me to the edge in a matter of minutes.

His hand snakes between our bodies, where he begins to rub from my clit to where his cock is stretching me open.

He plays with my entrance before coming back up and repeating the process.

I’m not fully convinced that he’s not going to try to use his fingers in tandem and stretch me even wider.

That is until he throws his head back and his jaw clenches so tightly that I’m surprised he doesn’t break a tooth.

“You close, big boy?” I taunt him playfully .

He surges up so fast that I see stars while I’m pretty sure he just entered my uterus.

“What was that? Did I tell my pretty little slut she could talk?” I want to argue, I swear I do, but when he grips the hair at the back of my head and mumbles against my lips, “I’m speaking to you.

” I melt into a puddle with nothing more than a ‘no, sir.’ on my lips.

“Good girl.” He smirks against my lips and continues to guide me in the rhythm he wants me at. “Now, be my good little whore and come for Daddy.”

It’s like he’s holding a button designated to destroy me, because in the next instant I completely shatter around him. My body shakes as my orgasm wracks my frame. He buries his head into my neck and follows me with my name on his lips.

Once I come down from the high, he holds me tight to him and whispers in my ear, “Don’t act as if you don’t like calling me Daddy when you just made a complete mess in my lap, baby girl.”

If I had the energy to fight back with him, I would. I don’t, though. All I can do is lay here and allow him to hold me until he decides what he wants to do with me now.