Page 84 of The Dating Pact

“I think you like being tied up.”

“I might.”

I bent, dragging my tongue up her throat. “You have a vibrator?”

“In my drawer.”

I wasted no time opening her nightstand, rummaging around reading glasses, chargers, eye drops, hair ties, and lotion to finally find some lube and what appeared to be a penguin with a suction cup in place of a head. I held it up, my head angled in silent question.

“I thought it was cute.”

I pressed the power button, and the thing came alive in my hand. “Oh, it’s cute, all right.”

Positioning myself back between her legs, I squirted a tiny bit of lube on my index finger, smearing it over her clit before placing the vibrator against it, and Brooke’s legs immediately spasmed.

“This guy’s got some power,” I said in amazement, and it wasn’t long before she was on the verge of coming again. I placed my hand on her hip to keep her still, my cock practically pulsing at the way her neck arched, her feet scrambling for purchase. Her belly quivered, and I loved how she didn’t seem to be in control of herself anymore. Especially with the high, keening sound she made when she orgasmed again.

I hit the power button, giving her some time to catch her breath, and so I could take off my underwear, a wet spot marring the cotton from where my dick reminded me of its need. It would have to wait.

I brushed strands of hair off her face, slid my palm over her damp brow, cupping her cheek as I kissed her, drinking in the salty taste of her skin when I dipped my tongue into the hollow of her collarbone. “You ready for another one?” She didn’t answer, so I did it for her. “Yes, you are.”

I situated her legs outside of my thighs so she couldn’t move them as much then skated my hand over her torso, teasing at her nipples. “You told me I could use you. So I am.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

I wrapped my hand around her throat, letting her feel the weight of my fingers over her pounding pulse. “Not quite yet.”

Powering on the penguin once again, I settled it on her clit, and I knew it wouldn’t take long, she was already so keyed up.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Oh my god.”

I drank her in. Her face flushed, her eyes shut, her skin pink and glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing my knees wide, holding her open, as I released her throat to circle my hand around my cock instead. I gripped it roughly, cutting off the growing strength of my own orgasm. I couldn’t come yet. Not until I was buried deep inside her.

Which wouldn’t be much longer.

She thrashed her head side to side, mumbling nonsense, her hips jerking off the mattress without my hand to hold her down, but I kept that little son of a bitch penguin sucker on her, carrying her through her high, waiting until she settled back on the bed to power it off.

That was when I popped open the lube, squeezing some onto her and on my fingers. I spread it down the length of my cock then rubbed the bit on her over the seam of her pussy and into her, giving in to my impulse to make her come just one more time.

She moaned, her body jolting when I found her most sensitive spot. A few strokes of my fingers, and she went off like a bomb, cursing and gasping, and then I was the son of a bitch, driving my cock into her before she had a chance to rest. I hoisted her legs straight up into the air, holding them against my chest, as I found my rhythm.

She fought the binding, writhing in earnest, and I couldn’t help but grin into her calf. Her eyes snapped up to me when I nipped at her ankle.

“Who’s going to replace me after you’ve killed me?” she asked, her breasts bouncing with each of my thrusts.

“One of the boys. Probably Nate since I’ve known him the longest.”

“He—ooh!” It took her a few seconds to return to her thought. “He won’t fuck you as good as I do.”

“No.” I released her legs, the burn at the bottom of my spine too hard to ignore anymore, and I held myself above her with my hands on either side of her shoulders. “He probably won’t. Guess that means I have to keep you around.”

She bent her knees, hitching her legs around my hips, the sweetest “Please, Jude” dripping from her lips.

But I’d freely offer her anything. Everything. She never even had to ask.

She could take all of me.

I curled my hand around her hip to press up against her lower back, changing her angle, and she cried out, both of us falling over the edge at the same time.

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