Page 55 of The Pact

“Did Ashton?”

I swallow again. “No. Ashton didn’t touch me, he—”

“So I’m the only one who’s been inside of you so far?” A possessive light shines in his blue eyes, no doubt remembering a few nights ago on the beach, when he fingered me against the bathroom wall.

I nod. I don’t trust my voice under the intensity of his gaze.

That smile again, just a hint of it. He looks pleased with my answer and my heart rate goes up a few notches.

“Oh!” I gasp as he lowers his head and rather than licking up my slit on my bare skin, like Shep did yesterday, his tongue goes down to the apex of my thighs, tracing my opening.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Ausra,” he says and when his tongue enters me, my inner muscles clench around it in response.

This is different than having his fingers inside me. Bode’s tongue isn’t as long as his fingers but it’s the texture that feels incredible. It’s firm and soft at the same time as he thrusts it in and out of me, twirling it around when he pushes his face against my thighs, going as deep as he can.

His saliva mixes with my arousal and when things get too slippery, Bode adds suction to the in and out movement making a wave of feeling spread all over my body.

I don’t even realize that I’m moaning every time his tongue delves back inside me, lashing mercilessly at my core.

I have no control over the intense pulses of pleasure that begin washing through me, completely at Bode’s mercy as he keeps fucking me with his tongue. I’m teetering on the edge of something powerful for a long time, writhing underneath him, kept in place by his strong hands on my hips.

“Bode,” I beg when I think I can’t take it anymore. The throbbing in my center is so intense that I feel exhausted, the pleasure is almost too much to bear as all my muscles are tense to snapping point.

And Bode listens to my prayers, like the golden beach god that he is and scoots up using that wickedly talented tongue on my throbbing clit.

It takes one flick of the tip of his tongue to make me come so hard that flashes of white start invading the edge of my vision.

He keeps licking me until I’m so sensitive that the pleasure turns into pain and I push his head away with a whimper.

His grip on my hips loosens and he does something I wouldn’t have expected from him or any of the guys anyway. He drags me up with him, holding me in his arms.

His heart is beating as fast as mine and he’s impossibly hard underneath me.

My hand travels down to stroke him through his jeans and I feel him immediately reacting to my touch.

I’m about to offer to get him off however he wants. I feel confident enough to try again what I did with Shep or I’d try to return the favor if Bode decided to give me a few pointers.

“Bode, can I taste you too?” I ask and I shouldn’t feel embarrassed after what just happened between us, but a big part of it is nerves. I really want to make him feel good and I’m afraid of my inexperience.

He opens his mouth to say something but he’s interrupted by the noise of a car stopping right in front of the apartment door. The engine is kept running and we hear my sister’s voice carrying over.

“Thank you, H. Are you picking me up again next week?”

We can’t hear her date’s reply but Bode rushes to his feet, passing me my discarded panties off the floor and stopping behind the window to look out for me. “She’s kissing her date. You have a few seconds to make yourself presentable, pretty girl.” He says it with a smile that tells me that he couldn’t care less if my sister knew what we were just doing a minute ago.

---