Chapter 12 Sex Pact #2
“Deadly. I’ll use all your holes and come right on your chest, then leave.” I licked back up and started gently sucking on her clit, leaving her no time to reply with words. Though the moan that broke from her lips was a perfect response in my opinion. “That’s my good girl.”
“Fuck you, I’m not your girl,” she panted.
“Not yet at least,” I whispered against her swollen clit.
I knew she asked what I’d said, trying to get me to repeat myself, but I had no intention of doing that.
I wrapped my arms up underneath her luscious thighs, pulling them apart more as my fingertips dug into the soft skin there, wasting no more time before feasting on the perfect cunt before me.
This time, she made the prettiest and dirtiest noises I’d ever heard, and I loved every moment of it. It didn’t take long before she was finishing on my tongue, her hips shifting forward to try to meet me as she rode out the last bit of her orgasm.
“Fuck me, there is no reason for you to be so good at that,” she said into the darkness, her voice breathless and clearly still high on the aftershock of her orgasm.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my lips as I kissed and licked up her inner thigh and along her hip.
“Un-cuff me, ya ass.”
I smirked as I continued along her side and ribcage, sucking and nipping—surely leaving lasting marks behind for her to remember me by later. “Why would I do that?” I asked.
She let out a small moan when I hit just underneath her breast. “I want to ride you, asshole, so let me go.”
I stopped and stared down at her, once again wishing there was light in this fucking room. I don’t know why I thought bringing my one and only obsession outside of my job to a dark room where I couldn’t look into her eyes was a good idea, but I did when I’d set this up, and now here we were.
I shucked off my jeans before centering myself back between her thighs; the movement probably had her thinking I was going to do as she asked.
“I’ll think about it,” I finally said as I spread her thighs wider and ran the tip of my cock through her folds.
“Goddamn,” we both muttered at the same time, and I chuckled.
“Match made in Hell, we are,” I said as I sank my cock deep inside of her. “God dammit, I wish I could see you swallowing me whole.”
A small whimper came from below me, and I could hear her pulling against the cuffs again. “That damn dick piercing of yours is insane.”
I couldn’t stop the smile across my face if I tried, but I increased the pace, one hand gripping her thigh, lifting and spreading her wide for me, while the other hand dipped between us and started drawing slow circles with her clit.
“Please, I’m so close, don’t stop,” she pleaded through thrusts, and I wanted so badly to hear my name from her lips.
“Whose cock are you about to come on?” I growled.
“What?” she asked, the surprise clear in her tone.
“Whose,” thrust “cock,” thrust “are you about to come on?” I asked again. My hand left her clit and wrapped around her throat as I leaned down, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Is it some fucker upstairs? Some other asshole on the app? Some idiot from your past?” I whispered in her ear.
I could feel her clenching around me. She was so damn close, and I was eager to push her off that cliff, draw it out until she was aching for me—only me.
“Or are you my perfect little slut? My little flame? Ready and eager to please me?” I could feel her trying to nod as I tightened my grip around her throat, pinning her to the bed as I fucked her harder.
“Then tell me, my pretty slut, whose cock are you about to make a mess on? Whose cock is about to fill you with so much cum that you’ll be leaking with my seed for the next week? ”
I finally eased up my grip on her throat, and she gasped, taking in air as quickly as she could. “Yours, yours, yours,” she chanted simultaneously as she tried catching her breath. “It’s your cock, please, please fill me with your cum. I’ll be good, please,” she whimpered.
“Fuck that’s right, come for me, my fiery girl,” I growled as I bit down on the base of her neck. Mere seconds later, her cunt was squeezing me so tight I could’ve died here happily, and I went right over that cliff with her.
It could’ve been minutes, hours, I had no real idea. I’d rented the room for six hours, and the lights were still off—so it couldn’t have been more than that. I’d uncuffed her and gotten a wet cloth to clean us both up with before we let the quiet envelop us.
We laid side by side in the silence, our breathing the only noise in the darkness.
“I need to confess something.” I wasn’t sure what it was, but something about not being able to see her, but feeling her presence, made me want to be open and honest with the woman beside me.
“You’re secretly married with three kids at home who all call you Papa instead of Dad,” she said abruptly.
I couldn’t hold back the laugh that hit me as I shook my head. “No, definitely not that.” I ran my hands over my face for a moment as I felt the bed shift slightly.
“Oh you’re nervous. This should be good.” I could feel the whispers of her breath on my bicep, and I knew she’d turned to face me full on.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I am. Which is rare for me. I’m not sure how you’ll take it if I’m being honest, but I guess I’ll just spit it out. This is…uh, just a job for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. She didn’t sound angry, just confused. That was a point in my favor so far.
“This,” I waved my arm in front of me, only to remember she couldn’t see me.
“The app, this whole thing, me reaching out to you and the sex, is my job. I probably shouldn’t elaborate beyond that.
But that’s the only reason I’ve been on the app, my boss kinda required me to make a profile and use it. ”
I felt her fall back onto the mattress, presumably onto her back, and then her laughter filled the air.
Fuck her laugh was magical. “I only made a profile to keep my mom from hooking me up with some lawyer guy,” she paused for a moment.
“Or maybe he was a doctor? I don’t know. But I don’t care, Batman.”
“Your mom tried to hook you up with a—wait, you…don’t care?”
Her laugh was finally starting to calm down, and I almost wished I could find something else funny to say so she’d keep laughing.
“No dude, not at all. I work a shit ton. In fact, my job is sort of my entire life. So not only do I not have time to date, I don’t care too.
But you’re hot and good in bed, so I figured, why not meet again?
This wasn’t because I was trying to lock you down or some shit. ”
I nodded slowly and stared up into the darkness. “So, sex pact?”
“Hmm. I could get behind a sex pact. No strings. Just sex.”
“Exactly.”
“Perfect. So what should I call you? I mean, is there a nickname or something? I can’t keep up with Batman; it isn’t nearly serious enough for me.”
I thought about it. She wasn’t wrong. Batman would only work for so long if we kept this up. “Drew,” I finally said. “What about you?”
She hummed. “Rae,” she replied.
“Rae it is. It fits.”
She chose that opportunity to roll on top of me and started licking and biting her way down my chest. My cock was pulsing before she made it more than ten seconds into her path, as if not even he could get enough of this woman.
But when her lips wrapped around me and she moaned over her taste still lingering on my cock? Yeah, I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven.