"Mr Sullivan? Mr Sullivan? Mr Sullivan!?" With furrowed brows, she waved her hand in front of his face, his eyes staring directly at her but not quite seeing her. Was he that…gobsmacked?
Had she rid him up so much that he was going into exotic shock? Sullivan is just thirty eight. Was he having a heart attack because he was old and shouldn't be surprised too often?
"Jesus SULLIVAN!" She shouted and he snapped, his eyes moving to her raised palm, the same one that exuded her arousal. His eyes zeroed in on her index finger and thumb very aware it had been the ones she was using to touch herself.
Sullivan wanted to lean in and sniff it more. Maybe beg her to let him have it in his mouth and grace his tongue with what she tasted like.
"Are you okay? Jesus did I…are you that shocked?" Anna was starting to get a little annoyed. He may have caught her doing something she shouldn't be doing but they were adults. And she had apologised yet he still looked so… pale and very much on the verge of total shock combustion.
Was he so innocent that the sight of her masturbating was something that would traumatise him so much?
"Did I traumatise you?" She asked, this time, genuinely concerned for the state of his mental health.
"No!" He was quick to respond as he blinked and he watched her hand fall back to her side. "I…did you say something?"
"Yes. A whole ass apology speech that I am definitely sure you didn't hear."
"I am sorry Anna." He apologised and she felt herself soften again. God he is almost too good at it isn't he? Apologising and sounding so genuine about it. So genuine that she would feel like a horrible person if she didn't accept it. "I am really sorry."
Where had he gone while she was talking about how it wouldn't happen again and she would ensure to make herself less subtle were such to ever occur again? "It's okay. I am the sorry one..are we…are we good? Are you mad that you caught me…"
He shook his head. Vehemently. His hair flipping to the side as he took a step back and placed his hands in his pocket. She had to admit that he did look a little uncomfortable standing before her. "No. I could never be. You are a grown woman and I…" Sullivan cleared his throat, trying to free his mind of the too fast and widely horrible imagination he had conjured of her while she stood talking—giving an apology he didn't have the humanity to hear because of his untamed thoughts. Perhaps it was high time he gave himself some leeway and entertainment. But only while Anna isn't home. "...I understand that you have needs Anna. You need not worry."
"Okay...cool." she turned around. Prepared to leave when she suddenly faced him again and he felt his heart ache for no reason, his cock stiffer than it initially was. He could feel the precum leaking off the crown of it. He needed to leave the house lest he break his own promise to himself. "It's kind of embarrassing though so can we like…pretend it never happened? Please." She clasped her hands together and fluttered her lashes.
Sullivan took it as the best time to neutralise the whole situation with something else. "The same way we did when you saw me murder three people?"
She immediately chuckled. Then paused and gave him a little 'sorry wrong reaction' to which he smiled at. "But yes. The same way."
"Good night Annabelle."
"Good night Mr Sullivan."
When she finally left, he let himself take a deep breath as he rushed into the bathroom, stripped himself of all his clothes, turned the shower to the coldest he could and stayed under it even though it was a few days to December and the air was cold already. But although his body may be getting attuned to their weather, he wasn't completely able to feel it like they would. So even the coldest didn't seem to be that much for him.
What was he thinking? Why had he let his imagination run wild? For a second there Sullivan was genuinely scared of himself. His imagination felt too real. Including her voice. Her moans. The entire conversation. It almost felt like he really had her in his arms. It was tragically astounding and at the same time dark and scary—the way he had brought it all to life and lived it while she stood in front of him oblivious of where his mind had traveled to. Innocent to the things he was thinking of her. To the positions he had literally put her in in his fucking head.
He glanced down at his aching cock, the fucking promise to himself was the only thing holding him back.
He wouldn't touch himself to the thought of her with Anna in the house. Not today. Not today. Gaze on his cock, he internally pleaded it would go down. But all that filled his mind was Anna.
The hand that had been squeezing her breast, the scent of her wafting from her fingers. Sullivan placed a palm on the bathroom tile and watched his cock jerk continuously forward. Right on its own.
The release was spontaneous and absolutely blissful. The stark white liquid designing the black marble of his shower. It looked like art. Erotic art. The release continued for the next ten seconds or so, the grunt in his throat held back by the clenching of his jaw and the fear that if he let out the moan, his hand might go straight to the erection.
His body was lax yet stiff while his cock performed something he had never thought possible in all his 178 years of life.
He never touched himself. He never did. His cock merely reacted to the much accumulated thought of Anna and her fine glory to make him experience things that usually screamed 'impossible'.
Two minutes later, the shower was still running, his head against the tiles, mouth slightly agape as he watched his cock remain in that stiff position. It would learn to go soft by the time he sleeps.
If he fucking finds sleep.
The moment Anna returned to her room, she switched the lock on the door and hurriedly took off her panties. As a woman, the period of arousal has an expiry date. She knew for sure men didn't know this because Fary did know how to kill the mood and still has the audacity to ask her for sexy time or if she is 'enjoying it'.
Ewwwwww….
Sullivan though… oh…she got in bed, removed even her blouse now that the door was locked and safe and put the duvet over herself again. The air was cold despite the heat system in the room but the minute she put her finger to her pussy again, she was glad to find it warm and slick.
The first touch from her finger was cold and caring. She reached for her chest squeezing her right breast in the other hand. If she didn't rid herself of this incoming orgasm; no doubt she would be cranky come morning.
Anna rubbed a little circle, thrusted her finger into her wet pussy. In and out. In and out. Indulging her now swollen clit and loving the way her thumb kept gliding around it. It didn't take long before she found the edge and was pushed over.
One soft soothing rub to her clit and a harsh thrust into her pussy with the thought that it was Sullivan doing this to her, sent her over the edge. With her breast almost squeezed to death by her own hand, she bit down on her lip and trashed her feet around, locking her legs around her fingers to elongate the climax of it all.
And it stayed long...longer than she would have imagined. Longer than she ever thought it could. Till her body jerked up, and a tiny cry escaped her throat. Till her wet fingers were resting on her stomach and she had relaxed the grip on her breast.
Her heart was beating so fast, she felt it against the bed when she turned around to sleep on her stomach. An act she immediately regretted because of her healing wounds.
Anna quickly turned on her back, and pulled the duvet closer a bit, waiting for the sleep that would consume her whole. She would have to sleep in the nude today as she didn't have any strength to put her pajamas back on.
But my goodness, she had to admit, being caught was worth it. It increased the high sexual tension of it all. And those eyes of his were a great help to reaching a higher climax.
The following morning, Anna intentionally slept in so she wouldn't have to go with Sullivan. When the man knocked on her door at ten past nine—an indication that he had been waiting for her and was thus late for work—she pretended to not hear and kept mute, leaving Sullivan no choice but to write her a note and leave for work. Even though he knew she was very much awake as he had spent the rest of his hours waiting outside her door. Listening to her climax, to her steady breath, her unstable movements and her waking.