Page 159 of The Pact

My lips part and Sutton slips in, our tongues tangling—hot and wet. He takes my tongue into his mouth and sucks it. Something about it pushes me closer to the edge. It reminds me of Damian sucking my clit at my studio. He releases me as my breathing becomes ragged.

I’m getting so close. Damian leans down and licks the shell of my ear. “Not yet, princess.” I groan in protest.

Damian yanks me off of Cole and the world tilts and flips—everything is upside down. He has me over his shoulder and he’s walking up the steps.

“Hey!” I call out, my palms push against his spine as I check if any of the other guys are going to back me up. He’s too slippery and my hands slide over his skin, although not before I see Wesley, Cole, and Sutton are following close behind with wicked grins.

Damian gives my ass a hard smack as he heads through the gate and towards the front door. My pussy throbs angrily at the loss of the climax. It’s going to be a long night. The thought excites me as much as it stirs up nervousness.

I bounce against Damian’s back as he walks through the front door and into the kitchen. Instead of continuing down the corridor to the inner part of his bedroom, he opens the door to the right.

Clothes and shoes are neatly organized on either side of us. I’m about to ask why we’re in his closet, but I hear another door open. My body slides forward until I’m pressed against Damian’s chest and my feet hit the floor.

He reaches out and flicks on a light. Turning around, I’m taken aback by the massive room in front of me—much bigger than any of theirs.

One wall is lined with floor to ceiling windows. There’s a custom-built bed that stretches almost the entire length of the room. It has an ornate deep gray headboard that’s upholstered in a dark, dusky purple velvet. Comforters and pillows in various shades of gray and purple adorn the bed. A large rug lays beneath the feet of the bed, butting up to the substantial glass shower in the middle of the room.

At the other end of the room, opposite the bed, is a stone fireplace flanked by floor-length mirrors taking up all the wall space.

Damian places his hands on my shoulders and begins giving out commands. “Sutton, fireplace. Wes, waters. Cole, shower.”

They all disperse without question.

Cole turns the shower on and grabs some towels from the bathroom in Damian’s room. Damian pushes me forward towards the spray of water. Cole reaches out his hand and I take it. I may have had the upper hand earlier, leading them into what I wanted. However, now that we’re here, I let them take control.

Steam rolls from the shower’s open door as water pours from the two ceiling shower heads. The hot water feels amazing as it smacks against my skin. Cole reaches behind me, coming back with a washcloth and a bottle of body wash.

“Take off your top,” he requests. The strings that tie at my back hang loose, so I slip my bikini over my head and toss it to the floor. Lathering the soapy cloth in his hands, he washes me—starting with my neck before moving down to my arms, then my torso.

He takes his time over my breasts, cupping them and running his fingers over my nipples. My body needs release. This teasing is making me impatient. I’m about to complain when Cole sinks to his knees, washing my thighs.

Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, he unties the strings at my hips and yanks my bottoms off.

Reaching around, his hands slide over my ass, pulling me towards his face. He looks up at me as he lowers his mouth and licks an agonizingly slow trail from my entrance to my clit. One hand braces against the glass of the shower, while my other grips his wet hair.

His leisurely torture doesn’t last long. Cole buries his face into my pussy, feasting on me greedily, as if I was his last meal. He pushes two fingers into me. I won’t last long. The water pours over my scalp as my head falls back. The mix of sensations above and below makes my climax build fast.

The pleasure suddenly stops and my head snaps up. Standing behind Cole is Damian, with his hand wrapped around his throat. “Did I say to start?” He growls at his brother as his fingers flex, tightening.

Pulling away from me, Cole answers cheekily. “I couldn’t help myself. I’m sure you understand.” He looks up at me and smiles as he unhooks my leg from his shoulder.

Damian holds out a towel and I step around Cole, only then noticing that he’s naked and hard—likely from watching Cole lick my pussy.

I want to reach out and stroke him, but I know that he’s already in a mood because we started without him.

Taking the towel, I step out of the shower and wrap it around myself. “Go wait for us on the bed,” he orders.

Wesley and Sutton join Cole and Damian—all stripped of their clothes, their hard, muscular bodies on display. None of them seem to think twice about it. Meanwhile, I’m leering as they wash themselves, as if it is the most normal thing to be showering with a bunch of guys.

I know he wants me to wait for them on the bed, but I can’t move. Four sets of sparkling red eyes hold my attention as the hands they belong to work quickly to wash away the chlorine. The sight of it makes me squeeze my thighs together.

I want to push my fingers between my legs and come watching them.

I’m biting my lip when Damian’s voice draws my attention away from their lathered cocks. “Like what you see, princess?” His tattooed hand run over his chiseled abs. “You enjoy seeing us wet and soapy?” I nod, unable to speak. Damian glides down farther until he’s grabbing himself and stroking. Jesus Christ.

I can’t take the heat. If I continue to stand here, I’m going to have to touch myself. That’s not what I want tonight. I want them to make me come.

Turning, I walk away, letting Damian win this round as I head towards the bed.

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