Page 113 of The Pact

I watch as Thea’s head falls back, anticipating the pleasure that’s about to come. I’ve waited so long for this moment. I can’t wait to taste her. Hooking my arms under her knees, I grip her thighs and spread her wide for me.

Her pussy is everything and nothing like I expect. I’ve thought about this so many times that the feeling of being between her legs feels like home. It’s also terrifying because I know once I taste her, no one else will ever compare.

Thea’s head tips forward, her dark waves framing her face. I can tell that she thinks something is wrong. I let out a breath and tell her, “Baby, I would live between your legs for the rest of my life if I could.” Her cheeks redden at my confession.

Then, just as quickly, she smirks at me. “But would you die between them?”

Fuck, she’s perfect. That witty mouth of hers gets me every time. It might push Damian’s buttons, however, I love it.

In all seriousness, I admit, “It would be my honor.” She lets out a low chuckle that catches in her throat as I finally run my tongue over her, flicking her clit, then circling it slow.

I can’t get enough. My cock throbs with impatience, wanting to worship her as much as my mouth is. Just a couple of minutes, I tell myself. Unhooking an arm from under her leg, I skate my finger up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Her shiver at my touch makes me grin.

Tracing a path all the way up, I tease her entrance, eager to know what she feels like. My eyes close in satisfaction as I slip my finger inside of Thea—she’s soaking wet for me.

“Is this all for me, baby?” I need to hear her say it.

This is the only time I can talk like this to her. An unspoken rule of the pact is that possessiveness extends only to outsiders. Between the four of us, being territorial of Thea is forbidden. Although, there are loopholes. When I’m alone with her, I can call her mine, tell her she belongs to me, claim her and her body for myself. We all do it. When we’re all together, she’s ours, she belongs to us, and we claim her for ourselves.

Thea whimpers at the question. “Yes, Sutton. All for you.” I moan in response.

My cock can’t wait much longer—it’s aching to fuck her. I push another finger in and sweep over that sensitive spot deep inside of her. With my other hand, I spread her pussy open and drag my tongue over her clit. I kiss and gently suck it, knowing that my two piercings are adding a new sensation for her.

I tune into Thea, paying attention to all the signs that she’s getting close. Her hands tightly grip the edges of the counter behind her, knuckles white. As her chest heaves in shallow breaths, her tits bounce a little. I love watching her from this angle. Her cheeks are flushed red.

I feel her body tense. “Oh, God,” she pants out as she clenches around my fingers. I keep up my rhythm, wanting her to ride this wave of pleasure as long as possible. She bucks against my hand and mouth.

Thea’s shaking and out of breath. It’s my signal to ease up on her, but I only briefly pull away to counter with, “Baby, I’m the one on my knees praying. I should call you God.” She glances down at me, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. Then my mouth is back on her.

This is my favorite part. Her body’s hypersensitive as she comes down from her climax. I want to push her beyond what she thinks she can handle.

My fingers coax her while my tongue licks over her until she’s begging me. “Sut-Sutton…Sutton.” She struggles to speak through the overwhelming sensations. “Too much,” she whines. I chuckle a little—the vibration of my mouth against her makes her spasm.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it.” She can, she just doesn’t know it yet. Thea needs my encouragement to get her there. “I’ll be so proud if you can come again for me.”

She bites her lip, telling me that my words are working for her. She wants to make me proud. I fucking love that. My mouth is on her again. Her body tenses and although it’s not as powerful as the first, she comes a second time.

“That’s my girl.” Momentarily, I wonder if I should try for a third before fucking her. However, I’m too impatient.

Straightening, I take in her heavy-lidded gaze, parted lips, pink cheeks, and her forehead glistening with sweat. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

In the midst of admiring her, Thea grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her. She brings my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply—tasting herself on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I mutter, ripping the shirt from my body. I watch as her eyes roam my body. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me without one before. I realize it’s the tattoos she’s looking at.

I got them after college, so they’re new to her. Her eyes travel over my ribs where I have a stack of books inked, for obvious reasons. Then her gaze moves to the opposite side. Tucked on the inside of my bicep is a twisted serpent.

Thea reaches out her hand, running her fingers over the ink on my ribs. Tracing down my abs, her eyes race faster than her touch until she’s staring at my hard cock. She licks her lips—I can’t hold back any longer.

I press myself into her. My eyes briefly glance up, but she doesn’t notice. Thea’s busy staring down as I slide my tip over the length of her. Good. I want her to watch me enter her, so she’ll always remember the moment our bodies joined for the first time.

Pushing in gently, I’m careful not to go too fast. Her body accepts me eagerly, although she winces a little as I stretch her out. That quickly gives way to breathlessness. Thea wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer and pushing my cock deeper. I thrust gently in and out, enjoying every moment of this.

“You feel amazing, baby. Look at you taking all of me so well.” That makes her meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide and her breathing’s picked up. She’s loving this and I love that my words have this effect on her.

“Don’t stop,” Thea pleads. And I know she doesn’t mean me fucking her.

I slide my hand to the back of her head, fisting her dark hair. My other hand grips her hip. Thea’s arms slide under mine, her fingers tracing up my back until she’s holding onto my shoulders for support. I pick up my speed. I can’t help it. “That’s it, my perfect girl.” Her body stills against mine. I’ve struck a chord.

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