Page 58 of Sacred Vow
As for Zephyr, he looks smug as fuck. He’s looking at me as though he’s about to tear me a new asshole, and honestly, he should, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable.
This right here is nothing but a performance. He’s trying to get under my skin. He’s shirtless with his jeans undone, clearly wanting me to think he’s just spent the day buried inside Tilly,but he won’t fool me. I bet he hasn’t even tasted her all week. Unlike me, who had those pretty thighs wrapped around my shoulders just last night.
Clearly, having walked right into the middle of a showdown, I don’t bother to speak, just simply keep my gaze locked on my son. After all, this is his show. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t allow him to put on a note-worthy performance?
Despite my stare being locked on Zeph, I feel Tilly bouncing around the room. She’s uncomfortable, and so she should be. Zeph and I aren’t exactly the discreet type. When we’re going head-to-head, it can get more than heated.
The silence grows heavy, neither of us willing to break as though there’s some unwritten rule that whoever can hold their composure the longest somehow gets the upper hand. Only Zeph has never been able to get the upper hand; he’s always the first to crumble.
The silent competition is rendered pointless the moment Tilly begins to squirm and awkwardly leaves the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m gonna leave you two to, ummm.”
She doesn’t even bother to finish her sentence as she walks away. Zeph’s stare breaks away from mine, flicking toward Tilly’s retreating back. “Don’t even think about it,” Zeph says, using a tone with her that makes me want to reach across the kitchen island and smack him. “If I have to be here, then so do you.”
Tilly sighs and turns around, awkwardly glancing between the two of us, and as I shift my stare to hers, I can’t help but notice there’s something off within her, and it has nothing to do with whatever Zeph is trying to do here.
“Damn it,” she mutters, walking that fine ass straight back into the kitchen and bracing her hands on the counter. She uses it to haul herself up, sliding her ass back onto the marble counter andmaking herself comfortable for what I can only assume is going to be a very eye-opening showdown for her.
Zeph adjusts himself, leaning against the counter directly opposite Tilly, crossing his ankle over the other before doing the same with his arms, trying to appear as though he’s in control, that this is his game, and I’m nothing but a spectator along for the ride.
“So,” he finally says, gazing at me as though this were any other conversation. “Just wondering if you’ve ever noticed the little way Tilly pants right before she comes?”
Well, shit. The gloves are off. But if it’s a game he wants, then it’s a game he’ll get.
Tilly gawks at Zeph, her eyes widening as though she can’t believe how the hell this is playing out, but I was almost expecting it.
A soft laugh rumbles through my chest, and I find myself walking around the kitchen, stepping right in beside Tilly and reaching out, my gaze lingering on hers as my fingers skim across the inside of her thighs, listening to the sweet sound of her breathy gasp that fills the kitchen. “You mean like that?” I ask my son, settling against the counter beside Tilly, almost making it clear that it’s us against him, that no matter how many times he has had her, he’ll never make her feel what I can.
Zeph clenches his jaw, his casual composure already beginning to break, and he glances away, irritation flashing in his eyes.
“She doesn’t pant before she comes, Son,” I tell him, reaching for Tilly again, only this time, I scoop her right off the counter and settle her in front of me, her back pressed up against my chest as I scrunch up the front of Zephyr’s shirt, revealing the black thong I knew she’d be wearing below.
My fingers immediately dive into her underwear, finding her clit and gently circling before roaming lower and finding herentrance. I push inside her, plunging my fingers into her waiting cunt as her hand flies up and grips my arm, her nails already digging into my skin.
I hold her up as my fingers work her, moving inside her like an erotic dance, teasing her G-spot and massaging her walls. She sucks in a loud breath, her body already trembling before I’ve even had a chance to really start.
“You see this, Zeph? This is how she falls apart. She doesn’t just pant a little. She digs her nails in and claws your back like a fucking tiger,” I tell him as Tilly’s knees go weak and she struggles to keep herself standing.
And then, as if to prove a point, I push her a little harder, my fingers rolling faster over her G-spot as my thumb stretches to her clit. Tilly tips her head back against my shoulder, her eyes closing as she grits out a desperate groan. “Oh, fuck.”
Zeph’s eyes remain locked on Tilly as if only just seeing her for the first time, and when my fingers begin to pulse inside her, she loses all sense of reality and gives herself over to the dark side, letting that sweet cunt tremble as she comes.
Her nails grip my arm so tight she cuts through the fabric, drawing blood on my bicep, but I welcome the sharp sting because it matches the beautiful half-moons she left on my shoulders last night.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” I ask my son as this breathtaking woman falls to pieces in my arms. “I bet she’s never squeezed your fingers the way she’s squeezing mine now. When you make this woman truly come, her whole goddamn body explodes around you, and this sweet little cunt that we both fucking adore, it shatters like glass, making her whole body convulse.”
Tilly gasps as she reaches her peak, and I turn my face toward her, brushing my lips across her temple. “Good girl,” I murmur, not easing up on her clit as her walls continue shattering around my fingers. “Ride it out. All of it.”
Her chest heaves, and I almost laugh at the idea that all she could manage was a simple pant. This woman is a fucking goddess. She pants when she’s jogged up ten flights of stairs. She shatters when she comes.
Zeph looks pissed, and I can’t blame him, but he brought this one on himself, and when Tilly finally comes back down and her body collapses in my arms, I pull my fingers free and lift them to my lips, sucking them clean. “You and I are not the same,” I tell my son as Tilly turns in my arms, clutching onto me as she buries her face into my chest, desperately trying to catch her breath. “Congratulations, Son. Keep up the good work. You can make her pant. But I ruin her.”
Zeph clenches his jaw, looking at Tilly in my arms, and I know exactly what he’s thinking. She’s never done that with him. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. She’s always left craving, but with me, she’s left frantically trying to pick up the pieces.
“Am I sorry that I went behind your back and fucked your girl? Yes, and I will make it up to you. However, I do not regret it.”
Zephyr scoffs, his gaze still locked on Tilly, a brokenness in his stare. “Are you kidding me? What if I was falling in love with her?”
“You weren’t.”
