Page 112 of The Pact

My fingers find the button of his black jeans. I pop it open easily.

Today, he won’t stop me, I can feel it. Pulling down his zipper, I hook my fingers into his waistband. As I’m about to yank his pants down, the bell above the door dings.

I’m not ready to stop.

Dropping to my knees, I scoot backwards into the opening beneath the countertop.

Sutton’s eyes fall to mine as I give him a devilish smirk. I can tell he wants to say something, but the man who entered the store pipes up and steals his attention.

“Hi there,” a nasally voice calls out. I ignore it and reach into Sutton’s pants, pulling out his cock. His body goes rigid. Still, he edges closer to me so that the customer doesn’t suspect anything.

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips in anticipation. I slide my mouth over the tip. His body tenses. Sutton’s working hard not to squirm, trying to focus on what the customer needs while I swirl my tongue around him. The music in the shop might conceal the sounds of my mouth for the most part, although I make sure to keep quiet.

“I can check my system, but that title doesn’t sound familiar.” I hear him clack away on the keyboard.

Pushing him in farther in, I enjoy the feel of his cock filling my mouth. He reaches the back of my throat easily and I work to breathe through my nose as drool drips down my lips, coating him.

The rough carpet digs into my bare knees. I shift to spread my legs, hoping that the new position eases the discomfort. It doesn’t.

Ignoring it, I work my mouth back and forth over him, slowly. I listen as Sutton struggles to keep his breath steady. I know I’ve pushed him too far when his hand comes down beneath the counter and fists my hair.

Knowing that I’m getting to him sends a rush of desire to my core that I can’t ignore.

My hand dips between my legs. I’m already wet as I push inside of myself, slicking my fingers before teasing my clit. A moan threatens to escape, but Sutton’s cock and the little self-restraint I have muffles it…mostly.

“Looks like we don’t have that one. Probably best to order it online,” Sutton tells the man hurriedly.

They exchange a few words, then I hear the bell ding once again. Sutton pulls away from me, just slightly. His cock is still between my lips and I gaze up at him with the innocent eyes.

I can imagine what he sees. Me on my knees, legs spread and dress pushed up with my fingers working towards my release, my lips glistening with saliva. I hope it’s enough to make him forgive me for my mischief.

Sutton pulls the rest of the way out and tucks his cock into his pants. I watch as he walks around the counter. Shit, I’ve pissed him off. I hear the sliding of metal and his footsteps coming back towards me.

I’ve only ever seen him angry once. It took a lot to get him there.

“I’m sorr—”

However, before I can finish, he bends down, grabbing me by my arms and dragging me out from under the counter to a stand. Then, he lifts me easily from the floor by my waist, setting me on the adjacent counter that’s a little lower than the one I was beneath.

“Such a temptress,” he chastises. His hands grip my hips as he yanks me to the edge, forcing my arms to balance me from behind. “I think you have the wrong idea, baby. I’m not your friend who you can tease anymore. I’m your boyfriend now and I won’t hesitate to remind you of that. In any way necessary.” He crushes his lips against mine.

This is a rare show of possessiveness from him. My boyfriend. His assertion over me makes me nudge my hips closer to him. If he’s going to claim me in title, he needs to claim my body as well.

The sensation of the cold glass against my bare ass and Sutton’s warm mouth clashes. He drops to my neck, then to my collarbone, tracing his tongue over my sensitive skin. I’m panting from the need growing between us, making it hard to catch my breath.

I’m vaguely aware we’re in full view of the shop’s glass door.

“Sutton,” I breathe out, panicked, trying to get his attention, but he’s aggressively pulling at the shoulders of my dress, exposing my bra. “Sutton,” I repeat. “Someone could walk by and see us.”

He jerks my bra down so that my breasts spring free. Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he flicks his eyes up to me and releases only to counter with, “That didn’t seem to be a problem for you a few minutes ago.” His mouth returns to sucking and nipping at me. He’s right, although we were still somewhat hidden before.

I look out the windows of the door. It’s pouring now—no one’s out in this rain, I reason.

Finally pausing, he hooks his fingers into my lacy thong and tugs them down. Nervousness rushes through me, with it comes arousal. The fear of getting caught once again fuels my need.

Sutton shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles. I feel the urgency vibrating off of him. I half expect him to drive his cock into me, instead he drops to his knees and lowers his face to my pussy.

SUTTON

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