Page 75 of The Pact

“Did you get what you wanted?” I coax.

“Yes… yes. You stroked yourself watching us and then pushed yourself into my mouth. It felt so good, having you fill me up.” My eyes roll back as I imagine her fantasy coming to life. I can almost feel the wet warmth of her mouth and her full lips sliding over me. She’d be looking up at me with those big blue eyes and they’d be sparkling like they do when she’s excited.

“Then what, baby?”

Thea’s panting and can barely get the words out. “You fucked my mouth and when Cole made me come, you came right after. I swallowed every drop of you.” Jesus, at this rate, I might come before she does.

“Tell me what you need. I want you to come.” I need to know every single thing that brings her pleasure and then I want to discover all the things she doesn’t know she likes yet. I want to spend an entire day making her orgasm as many times as possible in as many ways as possible.

Thea’s hands slide between us. She pulls at the button on my pants. She needs me inside of her. I close my eyes in frustration. I’ve already gone farther than I should have. Kissing is the limit, at least until Cole fucks her.

Reluctantly, my hand stops her. “I want to take it slow, baby.” I hate that I’m lying to Thea. I hate that I can’t bury myself deep in her pussy, giving us both what we’ve wanted for years. The rules of the pact are clear. I’ve crossed one boundary today that I’ll get shit for. If I fuck her… I don’t know if I want to find out what those consequences will be.

She sighs, disappointed but respectful of my decision. “Did you ever think about me?” Thea asks almost timidly, as if she isn’t grinding against my cock right now. She’s so goddamn cute.

I kiss over her neck and up to her ear before whispering, “So many times. Do you want me to tell you about my favorite fantasy of ours?”

“Yes,” she practically begs.

I chuckle low as I press my face into her hair and let the smell of vanilla consume me.

“Do you remember that one spring break when we both stayed at school instead of going home?”

“Mhm,” she whimpers, still sliding herself over me to a steady rhythm.

I can’t help myself—I push my hips into her again. “We went to the library to work on your paper. You were wearing a dress, like this one. It drove me crazy. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate on anything when all I could think about was pushing it up and devouring you?”

Thea stills. She pulls back and stares at me. Those blue eyes look even darker in the dim light of the room, her heavy dark lashes framing them. “Really?”

Smiling at her, I nod. “Yeah, these legs are a work of art, baby.” I run my hands over her thighs. “Anyway, there was almost no one at the library and I just remember watching you cross and uncross your legs while we sat at the study table in the corner. I went back to my dorm, wishing I was braver. Wishing I had gotten on my knees in front of you and pushed your legs open.”

“Yeah?” she pants as she rubs against me faster. Her breath is picking up and I know that she’s getting close.

I pull my hands from beneath her dress and slide them up her torso. Running my thumbs over her hardened nipples, I can tell she’s not wearing a bra. Thea’s making this too easy. The straps of her dress easily slide off of her shoulders and I’m pushing them down until her tits are free.

Momentarily, I freeze.

I’ve wanted this for so long and I can’t believe it’s actually happening. Sweet, smart, creative, beautiful Thea is giving her body to me. Younger me would have questioned if I deserved her or would have been too afraid to take this any farther. What a fool.

My hands wrap around her waist. Pulling her close, I lower my mouth and circle her nipple with my tongue. She gasps as the two balls of my parallel piercings glide over her sensitive peak. Moving to the other one, I do it again—taking my time.

I want to remember this moment forever.

I continue recounting my fantasy. “I imagined you weren’t wearing any panties. You hoped I’d make a move and wanted to be prepared. I hooked your legs over my shoulders and let my tongue worship you, sucking and licking your clit. We had to keep quiet so we wouldn’t get caught.”

“Sutton,” she moans out, she’s going to come any minute now.

Distantly, I hear the chime of the bell at the front door. Fuck. Thea hears it too. She tries to scramble off my lap, however, I hold her down and shake my head. “Don’t stop.” I make sure she knows that I’m serious. She’s going to come—it’s up to her how long it will take and if someone will come looking for us before she can finish.

Thea needs to make it quick if she doesn’t want to get caught.

“But, there’s someon—”

“I don’t give a fuck who it is. You’re more important than anyone that walks through that door.” She settles back onto my cock, although I can see the hesitation in her face. I give her some encouragement. “I pushed two fingers inside of you. It was so easy. You were soaking wet for me. Are you wet for me now, Thea?”

That’s my girl. She moves her hips with purpose. “Yes. So fucking wet. I need you.” God, those are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. “I need you.”

“I need you too, Thea, more than you could ever know.” There’s too much I want to say, but we need to hurry this up. “It wasn’t long before you were clenching around my fingers, coming on my hand. You whispered my name over and over, trying your best to keep quiet.”

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