Like the touch took him by surprise,
even though he knew it was coming.
His breath follows fast?—
a fractured, shattered, shredded mess.
And then he laughs,
the sound muffled against my neck.
Disbelieving. Ruined.
My hand slides up the length of him,
my thumb dragging over the thick ridge of his head,
soft, flushed,
leaking and soaked in his own cum.
His cock twitches in my palm.
His mouth lands warm against my skin.
Another groan breaks loose and hits my throat.
After a few beats, he finds his footing,
lifts his head, looks into my eyes again.
His damp lips hover close to mine.
“Pact,” I breathe. “Right here, right now.
“Anyone gets in the way of us,
“we add murder to the list.”
A slow smile breaks across his mouth.
“Deadass—
“if someone gets in the way of us…”
His forehead touches mine,
voice dropping to almost nothing?—
“Kill me first.”
My heart?
She drops her cigarette,
and it burns a hole straight through the floor of my chest.
Words like that are against the rules.
