Page 65 of The Pact

He bites me back, making me moan as his hands tighten their grip on my hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ausra.”

He grinds against me again while his mouth leaves mine to deliver a trail of kisses down the column of my neck.

I grind back against him and a lick of fire spreads from my core to everywhere else in my body.

I’m so excited that I can barely breathe, bracing myself for his next kiss, his next touch.

His hands leave my hips for a second to lift my t-shirt over my head and untie the strings of the bikini I’m wearing under my clothes. His lips are by my collarbone at that point and he doesn’t hesitate to continue down on the swell of my breasts, kissing the skin he’s just exposed.

My nipples harden even before he reaches them, closing his mouth around one of the erect peaks, sucking slowly and then more forcefully when I moan my approval.

“Kelley.” I gasp, and I don’t even know what that means. I don’t know if I’m asking him to slow down or to do more. I only know that when he grinds his hips against me again, hitting my aching center with his hardness, I shudder. It’s like I’m on fire and I don’t even know what I want right now, I just know that I don’t want this feeling to end.

“Kelley.” I moan again.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, releasing my nipple and grinding his hips again.

My only response is grinding back into him and seeking his lips again for a brief, heated kiss.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he whispers against the pulse point of my neck.

My heart picks up its pace at the thought of it, of allowing Kelley inside me. “Kelley, I haven’t done it yet—”

I don’t know what I want.

I mean, I do want him. And I know there’s our game and maybe that’s the problem.

I’m physically attracted enough to each of the guys to want to have sex with them and I appreciate that they’re letting me make that choice. But at the same time, maybe I want to give myself to one of them for the first time because I feel something more than physical attraction? I know this isn’t what we’re doing and I don’t dare say it to Kelley. I also know that I’m starting to feel more than just attraction for Kelley and Bode but is it just one sided?

He keeps trailing kisses over my neck, as his hands return to my hips, pressing me down on him again and again. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers. “We won’t go all the way unless you want to. But today is my birthday and you say I should get what I want. Right?”

I nod, unsure of what he’s going to ask me to do. Knowing that if he wants to fuck me after all, I won’t deny him.

“I want to see you come. I’m the only one who hasn’t seen that and that’s my birthday present. Will you allow me to make you come?”

I nod again, without even asking him how he intends to do that.

I hold my breath when his hands move away from my hips again to undo his jeans and to slide them off his lean hips.

I almost expect for him to take his boxer briefs off but he doesn’t. He takes hold of my hips again and pushes me down against him, grinding into me with all he’s got.

Again and again.

He’s so hard against me that a gush of hot wetness floods my bikini bottoms.

Kelley holds me still while he moves against me and each thrust of his hips sends a new burning wave of pleasure through me. It’s so intense that it’s almost painful and I find it hard to catch my breath as my center throbs in response to each of his movements.

His lips leave mine for a second, his eyes zeroing in on my tits as they bounce in perfect sync with each of his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Ausra,” he grinds out through gritted teeth.

And it’s true. His gaze on me, the way his hands hold my hips in place, gently kneading my flesh and the way he’s so hard for me, make me feel beautiful and powerful.

I close my eyes when the throbbing in my center gets so hot and urgent that I know I’m seconds away from tumbling over the edge.

“No, baby. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” Kelley commands with a low, firm tone.

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