The Pact(60)

Holy sweet lord.

He grabs his cock for a second and gives it a squeeze. My jaw comes unhinged. Then he pulls off his briefs and for a moment he is standing there, full frontal with his cock jutting out in front of him and on complete display.

His dick is perfect. Just fucking perfect. I can’t stop staring at it. It’s not just that it’s massive (and in a good way, not in a spearing your uterus kind of way), but that it’s smooth and thick and long and hard and perfectly proportioned. It’s the most gorgeous penis I’ve ever seen and it makes me wish I could paint because I could have a whole gallery devoted to the beauty of his dick and I would consistently sell out of all my paintings.

“Like what you see?” he asks. Now he’s smirking.

“I don’t know, I may need a better look,” I tell him and automatically sit up and lean over, putting my hands on either side of his smooth hips and pulling him toward me. I wrap my hands around his thickness. His cock feels like the hardest velvet and I know I’m looking crazed, horny and greedy. It’s hard to fathom how fast we’ve gone from best friends to dick-holding but none of it seems wrong in the slightest.

In fact, I’m already mourning the fact that we should have done this sooner.

“Your turn,” he says and I realize that while he’s buck naked in all his glory, I’m completely clothed. I’m not minding this turn of events, but I also know the sooner I have my clothes off, the sooner he can ravish me. And judging by the look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

I lean back a bit, conscious of any stomach rolls and thankful that the light in here is dim and flattering, and try to artfully remove my top. But he is quicker. He rips the shirt off and throws it across the room, then spends exactly one second staring at my breasts, before he removes my bra. My breasts spill free, feeling heavy, and he moans, pleased, at the sight of my nipples hardening in the cool air.

“Just as I thought,” he murmurs. Then he is crawling on the bed, naked, and I am lying back underneath him. He dips his head and licks a path from the swell of my breasts in toward the nipple where his tongue teases and teases and teases in large circles, so hot, so wet.

While he squeezes my breast with one hand, flicking my nipple with his finger until I’m groaning from lust, his other hand unzips my pants and slides his hand in.

“Christ,” he whispers roughly, “you’re dripping wet.”

He swirls his finger against my clit and I raise my hips, wanting more. He obliges, sliding his fingers down until two of them are inside me while his thumb presses down in the right spot, making slow circles.

I suck in my breath, my body already rigid with tension. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right here,” I manage to say.

“So, come,” he says, his lips now on my other breast. “I’m just going to make you come again anyway.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.”

He looks up at me, my nipple between his teeth, his gaze locked on mine and unwavering. I know that look. It’s Linden’s trademark – pure and utter confidence.

But I never really had any doubts.

He bites my nipple gently, then harder, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers slide further in until they find the firm cushion of my G-spot and he applies pressure in a quick, tapping motion. I’m not even sure what’s going on but I can’t hold on for much longer. He brings his fingers back out of me and he only has to graze my clit before it triggers my release.

My back arches and he moans into my breast as the whole world swirls and I swan dive into a big pool of bliss, pure pleasure radiating out from every single bone.

“Oh god,” I moan as my hands grip the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m never stopping, baby. I’m going all night.”

The waves keep coming until the room begins to right itself again. Linden is still on top of me, his mouth trailing up from my glistening breasts toward my collarbone. He’s staring at me, almost in awe.

“What?” I ask him.

“Your face.”

I’m breathing hard, my face hot from orgasm. “What about my face?”

“I’ve just never seen you come before,” he says. “It’s more beautiful than I thought.” He moves up a bit, resting on his elbows on either side of my head, his hands sinking into my hair, nearly his full weight on me. His stomach is flush against my stomach, his cock digging into my pelvis. So simple yet so satisfying.

I’m not used to him paying me such compliments. “Don’t go all mushy on me,” I warn him, half-kidding.

“Baby,” he says, kissing my chin and pressing his weight on me. “Have you felt how hard I am? There ain’t a mushy bone in me.”