Page 27 of Pit

The silence stretches out between us, and then my hand falls away from the doorknob and I stride towards her, closing the gap in seconds. Our mouths crash together hungrily, and her arms wrap around my neck as I lift her into my arms, pulling her against me as I back into her bedroom and kick the door closed.

Sliding her down my body, I run my hands up her sides, lifting her T-shirt and pulling it from her body, dropping it to the ground. We don’t break the kiss as I push her back onto the bed and crawl over her body. My cock strains in my jeans as I move my mouth across her cheek and along her collarbone. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she closes her eyes as I circle her nipple with my tongue. It puckers, and I close my lips over it, gently tugging.

As I move down her body, her legs fall open and I settle between them. She stills, realising my mouth is inches from her pussy, and when I run my tongue through her wetness, she gasps. I press my thumb over her swollen clit, and she arches her back. “You ever been touched like this before, Te?” I ask.

Tessa

His voice comes out strained, rumbling through me and causing shivers in my core. “No,” I whisper, “not like this.” He swipes his tongue again, and I push my fingers into his hair, tugging him closer.

I forced myself to step out into the hallway. I didn’t want him going into his room, where I knew London was waiting for him. I didn’t analyse why, because I knew I’d talk myself out of it, but for once, I’m living a little. If this is my last few weeks or days on this earth, then I’m going to have sex.I will not die a virgin.

Pit keeps the pressure on my clit, occasionally licking along my opening and humming his approval. I feel a warmth building, way more intense than when I touch myself. “You look fucking hot,” he murmurs.

Sparks burst and my insides melt into mush as I shudder, clinging to his hair and panting as the convulsions take over. I loosen my grip on his hair, and my hands fall to my sides while I bask in the warmth, relaxing into the mattress.

Pit crawls back up my body, and I take a breath, readying myself for whatever he plans to do now, but he surprises me by climbing from the bed. “Goodnight, Te.”

I frown, glancing at the bulge in his jeans. “Aren’t we going . . .”

He smirks. “Have sex?” I nod. “No, Tessa. Get some rest.”

He heads for the door, and I stare after him in confusion. “Why?” I blurt out, unable to stop myself.

He pauses, his hand resting against the door frame. “You’re bought and paid for, Te.”

His words are like a bucket of ice water over me, and I instantly grab the sheet to cover myself. “I’m not a prostitute,” I mutter.

“You’re as good as,” he mutters, stepping out. “Goodnight.” Then he closes the door gently.

My heart twists painfully in my chest. I’m married. It’s not like I’ve sold my virginity to the highest bidder on eBay.

I get off the bed and snatch my shirt from the floor, pulling it on. If that’s how he feels, then fuck him. I begin to pace. Why do I care anyway? He’s a murderer, and he’s holding me hereagainst my will. I run my fingers through my hair in irritation. Prick.And now, what? He’s gone to fuck a woman he actually refers to as a whore? I growl out loud.I don’t think so.

Ripping the door open, I let it smash back against the wall and march towards his room. I pause at the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I ball my fists in anger and raise one, banging hard on the door. The sounds stop. “What?” he calls.

I scoff, shoving the door, and to my surprise, it opens. Only London isn’t spread on the bed being fucked. Pit smirks as I stare wide-eyed.

“Did you want something, Te?” he asks, his tone teasing. “Cos if not, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He presses play on the television remote, and my eyes glance at the woman on the screen, screaming as she fakes an orgasm. Then my eyes fall back to Pit, who’s got his thick erection in his hand. “Te,” he hisses, “are you coming in to watch or not?”

I should run. I should go back to my room and pretend like tonight never happened. But I step in farther and close the door. I can’t deny it—I’m so attracted to him, I can’t think straight.

He smirks, patting the space beside him. I go over like a lamb for slaughter, staring wide-eyed at the television. I’m too scared to look at Pit’s erection as he strokes his hand up and down. “You done this before?” he asks, and I shake my head stiffly. “Relax, Tessa, no one’s forcing you here. Leave if you want to.”

I glance at him. “Show me what to do.”

He reaches for my hand, and I willingly give it to him. He guides it to his cock, and I grip it, just like he had. His chest heaves heavily as he places his hand over mine and begins to move it. I turn slightly so I’m able to watch his face. His eyes are no longer on the screen but on me, and he slides his hand up my thigh and under my shirt. I’ve been without underwear since he took my panties to be washed, and as he brushes his fingers through my wetness, I realise I don’t miss it.

The urge to kiss him is strong, so I boldly lean closer. He watches, waiting for me to make the move. I lightly brush my lips over his, tilting my head so I can deepen it. “I want to taste you,” I whisper against his lips. He inhales sharply, watching with a surprised expression as I lower my head towards his cock. He releases my hand, letting me take control.

I lick my tongue over the end, and he groans. “All fours, Te,” he mutters, tapping my thigh. I push onto my knees, keeping my backside near him so he can explore me with his fingers.

As he slides one finger into me, I envelop his erection with my mouth, swirling my tongue over the swollen head. “Suck,” he pants, tangling his free hand into my hair. I take him deeper into my mouth, the weight of him pressing against my tongue as he brushes the back of my throat, making me gag. I jerk back, releasing him, and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Risking a glance at him, I find his eyes full of lust and fixed on me. “Do it again,” he mutters, guiding my head back to his cock.

This time, I fight the urge to gag and close my eyes, breathing through my nose as I suck on him. His busy fingers use my wetness to glide over my clit, distracting me as the build-up of an orgasm looms. Pit begins to push on my head, and each time I suck him in, he urges me to take him deeper, until he’s practically fucking my throat. “Te, I need to come,” he pants, his voice urgent. His words spur me on, and I take him as far as my throat will allow, holding still as his grip tightens on my hair. “Fuckkkk,” he murmurs on a groan, and then he stiffens and spurts of warm liquid hit my tonsils. I try to swallow as much as I can, but it’s an impossible task and it spills from the corners of my mouth. He keeps my head held there while his body jerks.

When he finally releases me, I sit, using his discarded T-shirt to wipe my mouth. “That was fucking hot,” he mutters, his breaths still shallow as the woman in the background continues to fight her way through another orgasm. “Let me return thefavour,” he offers, bringing my attention from the screen. I’m still reeling from what just happened as he grips my arm and tugs me to him. “Sit on my face.”

I frown. “I can’t . . . I might hurt you,” I reply, embarrassed. It’s not like I’m stick thin. I have curves, and in true woman style, I’m my biggest self-critic.

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