Page 118 of Broken Pact

I shiver at his words, heat pooling between my legs. "I can try," I whisper, my voice already breathy with need.

He chuckles, the sound dark and sinful. "Alright then. Let's see how quiet you can be."

His hands skim down my sides, his calloused fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake as he slowly peels my tank top up and over my head. I lift my hips as he hooks his fingers in my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs until I'm bared before him.

Jasper settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them further apart. He presses open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, his breath fanning over me.

“Remember, baby. You have to be quiet,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue through my slick folds.

I bite my lip hard to stifle the moan that threatens to spill out. My back arches off the bed as Jasper’s skilled tongue strokes me higher and higher toward that blissful cliff. He licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, stoking the fire building low in my belly.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” he practically moans, his voice low. He grips my thighs, his thumbs holding me open for him to ruin me.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer and rocking my hips into him. A silent plea for more.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, groaning against my pussy and slipping two fingers inside of me. “Show me how much this cunt loves my tongue.”

He seems determined to wrench every ounce of bliss from my body, to make me forget my promise to stay quiet.

I slam my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the sounds building in my throat. But it’s a losing battle. Jasper is relentless, working me higher with each deliberate swirl of his tongue. His name falls from my lips in breathy gasps.

“Are you trying to wake Hawke up, baby?”

My breath stutters inside my chest, the idea turning me on. I hadn’t thought about it before, but now I am.

“You like that idea, yeah? Imagine him waking up to the sounds of your pleasure,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers inside of me in easy, measured strokes. “He comes upstairs to investigate. And when he sees you, he can’t stop looking.”

“Yes,” I moan, louder now.

Jasper chuckles darkly against my core. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? Hawke watching me make you fall apart.” He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

Pleasure lances through me, white hot and blinding. I arch off the bed, my fingers digging into his thick hair. “Jasper, please.” I gasp, the words loud in the quiet room.

He releases my clit with a wet pop. “Please what, baby? Use your words.” His fingers continue their steady rhythm.

A noise from the doorway steals my words. Like we conjured him with our fantasy, Hawke stands just outside the bedroom, shoulder leaning against the doorframe.

“Jasper,” I squeak, my hands pushing on his shoulders.

“Nah, don’t stop on my account. Not before you get to finish, Carter,” Hawke drawls, his voice smoky and low.

Jasper tenses, sitting up and twisting to face the doorway. He blocks me from Hawke’s view. “Sorry, man. No disrespect, yeah?”

I peek around him and see Hawke’s gaze slide back to me. He looks uncharacteristically serious.

“You know,” Hawke murmurs. “Sound carries in your place, bro.”

“So you heard us?” My cheeks warm, but I’m not sure if it’s embarrassment or lust. Or both.

Hawke dips his head, his gaze holding mine before it flicks to Jasper. “If you want to make that fantasy a reality,” he pauses. “I’m game.”

I squeeze Jasper’s shoulders, excitement popping under my skin. He looks at me over his shoulder, his gaze roaming over my face.

“Up to you, baby,” he murmurs.

“Up to you,” I counter, arching a brow.

He smirks and holds my gaze as he says to Hawke, “Alright. But you’re an observer. You don’t fucking touch her, yeah?”

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