Page 53 of The Pact

His hand finds my lower back. “Of course. I have all the time in the world for you.”

I show him inside, quickly picking up the few things I have scattered around. Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. My apartment is nowhere near as nice as his home and I don’t have a housekeeper cleaning for me every week. “Sorry for the mess,” I mutter.

He doesn’t answer. I turn to find him standing in front of the framed picture on the wall, one I took, a black-and-white photo of tree-covered mountains shrouded in mist.

“This is amazing.” He admires it for a moment longer and then takes in the rest of the apartment. I half expect him to notice the scuffed up baseboards or the chipping paint of the kitchen cabinets, like my mother did. He doesn’t.

Instead, his fingers find my small trinkets on the shelves of my TV stand. Cole picks up a frame with a picture of Cassie and I. He’s not here to criticize insignificant details, he’s thoroughly interested in the pieces of my life that matter.

I pour us some wine and join him on the couch. I’m eager to hear more, although I don’t want to be pushy. He picks up on it and starts explaining.

“The sexual dynamics will largely be determined by you and what you’re comfortable with. You hold the power here. If you say to jump, we’ll ask how high.” While I appreciate being the center of the decision making for this aspect, I worry about their needs.

“What about what each of you wants?”

His fingers skate down my arm, his eyes follow the trail before flicking up to mine—dark desire swirls in them. “Love, what we want is you. Of course, we each have our own preferences and we hope that you’ll explore those with us. However, we also understand that this is all very new for you. We’ll take it slow and respect your boundaries.”

I nod and take a long pull of wine. “Do you ever… Have all of you…” I can’t bring myself to say it and I feel like a silly schoolgirl. It’s not that big of a deal, yet he sees my hesitation.

Cole lets out a breath. “All four of us with a woman? No. But we’ve had threesomes. It doesn’t happen often. It can vary depending on who’s around and the vibe. Everyone has to be into it. Mostly, it’ll just be one on one.” His answer relieves me. Although, the thought of having a threesome unspools the lust I’ve been trying to keep tightly coiled. “Is that something you think you’d enjoy? Being with more than one of us at a time?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. Cole smiles and then leans in for a kiss.

His hand finds my neck, running a thumb over my jaw. “It’s been very hard not being able to touch you like this. It’s all I’ve thought about.” He speaks the words against my lips before capturing them again. An urgency like I’ve never felt courses through me and our mouths are licking, biting, and sucking at a feverish pace. I want his hands all over me all at once.

I stand quickly, hiking up my dress before straddling him. I need all of him pressed against me. My knees push into the sofa as he slides his hips forward, allowing the weight of me to settle in his lap.

But this damn dress is too tight. He notices as well and slides the fabric up higher until it’s bunched around my waist.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes drawn to where my pussy connects with the bulge in his pants.

When his tongue swipes over his lips, I can’t control what comes next. My hips rock against him, the rough denim of his pants against me feels heavenly. Cole’s hands wrap around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me harder against him, making me gasp as he pushes into my clit.

I find a steady rhythm, knowing that getting off like this will be easy. However, Cole has other ideas. His hands smooth up my torso to my breasts. Grasping the strings that gather the front of my dress together, he gives them a tug so that I’m nearly spilling out from the slack.

He pulls the material down, exposing me, and doesn’t hesitate to take my nipple into his mouth, giving a long pull before moving to the other one.

Cole slides his hand between us, slipping beneath my panties, and runs his finger over the length of my pussy. “I love how wet you get for me.” His voice is low with desire and it sends a wave of excitement through me. He pushes a finger inside of me. My body adjusts to him quickly with just a few thrusts. Then he adds a second. “Ride my hand, love.”

I do as I’m told, rocking my hips back and forth. Cole pushes in and pulls out as I grind against his palm. I won’t last long. This feels too fucking good. He’s dragging my nipple back into his mouth, his teeth grazing me as I gasp in pleasure. It makes me ride his hand faster.

“I need you to come for me, Thea. Can you do that?”

“Yes…yes…yes,” I chant with my head thrown back. Then I’m coming undone. My skin is on fire as my hips buck against him and I clench around his fingers. Euphoria spreads through my body and my head feels hazy.

I fall limp against him as he kisses my lips tenderly.

Cole removes his hand slowly. With its absence, I feel the distinct hardness of his cock beneath me. The pressure of it sends small aftershocks through me. As the post climax haze clears, all I can think about is giving Cole the same pleasure he gave me.

I try sliding off his lap, yet he insists on holding me in place. “I need you in my mouth.” It nearly comes out as pleading. In all honesty, I’d beg for this. He loosens his grip, allowing me to sink to my knees.

My shaky hands fumble with the button on his jeans. Cole helps me undo it and pulls down his zipper. There is a moment of anticipation as I wait for him to pull his cock out. When he does, my eyes go wide. He smirks at my reaction.

I recover quickly, sliding my palms up his thighs and drawing myself closer. My hands gently wrap around the length of him and I lick my lips, wetting myself for him.

Leaning in, I swirl my tongue over his tip. Cole’s moan is all the encouragement I need to do it a few more times. His head falls backwards and his lips part.

Looking up at him from this angle makes me feel strangely powerful.

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