His Promise (The BFF Pact Book 4)

I don’t know how I went from hating his guts to straddling his lap and grinding against his hard body. Every word he’d spokes, every movement of his hands, even the way he’d kept glaring at me had gotten me worked up—I couldn’t stand that he was so attractive and rude at the same time. Then he went and said something sweet. When he kissed me, I was done fighting it.

He gave me an out, but I didn’t want to take it. So now, I’m in his lap. I press closer to him as his tongue invades my mouth. The way his hands move up and down my sides, his thumbs stroking my breasts with every pass, has me squirming against him. The bulge in his boxers rubs me just the right way, and I’ve never felt so alive.

The only thing that gives me pause is how much I actually like him after talking about our classes and finding out we have so much in common. I’m not supposed to get attached because I’m supposed to be figuring out my housing situation for the year. A man like him probably doesn’t even want to get involved with an inexperienced virgin like me. What if he gets pissed off when he realizes how inexperienced I am? My nerves start to break through his intoxicating caresses, and I slowly push away.

“Wait a second,” I say miserably. “I need to tell you something, and I’m begging you ahead of time not to judge me too hard.”

He grins, melting my reservations. “We can go as slow as you like.”

He takes me by the hips and lifts me off his lap, laying me on his bed. His hand slowly eases up my thigh, and I let my eyes drift shut as I spread my legs for him. This feels much too good for it all to stop, but I have to tell him.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt, looking at him fearfully for his reaction. “Please don’t hate me.”

His hand stills, and his smile fades. “Are you teasing me?” When I shake my head, he leans down, his mouth close to my ear, and his hand slowly starts moving again. “That doesn’t change anything for me, baby.”

“It doesn’t?” I say, and he chuckles darkly in my ear. The sound causes warmth to pool in my belly, and I forcefully remind myself that I can’t let myself get carried away with all the feelings bubbling away inside me.

My eyes flutter shut again as his fingers find their way under my shorts. He kisses me gently, nudging my mouth open with his tongue as he runs his finger along my slick heat. My hips jut up off the bed at the sensation.

“No, it doesn’t. I want to be the first man in this tight, wet cunt.”

“Gage,” I whine, pressing my hips into his fingers.

His fingers stop working their way under my shorts, and he begins to ease them down my hips. I wriggle to help him, so eager, I can barely breathe. The feelings he’s awakened inside me are almost too much to handle. My mind is blank, my heart is racing, and every touch sends firebolts straight to my core.

“Say it. Say you want me to make you feel good.”

His voice rolls over me as sinuously as his fingertips. “Please,” I gasp. “I want you to make me feel good.”

When my shorts are off, he smiles and kisses his way up from my ankle. I tremble with anticipation, and he laughs softly when he reaches the top of my thighs.

“Has anyone ever licked you here?” he asks, his tongue swiping at my swollen nub. I nearly jump out of my skin, and he takes my hips to still me.

“No,” I sigh. “Keep going.”

“You sound like you’re having trouble focusing, Maci,” he says, his tongue moving slowly up and down my slippery folds.

He’s not wrong. I can hardly focus on anything in this moment but the sensations he’s drawing out of me. “I don’t know what to do or say,” I admit, embarrassed at my obvious inexperience, and cover my face with my hands.

He pulls them away. “Whatever you want. Whatever feels good.”

“It all feels good,” I say, but let my hands wander to his soft hair, enjoying the feel of the strands through my fingers as he lowers his head again.

“Just wait.” His tongue moves along my center, slow, then fast. He plunges inside me, and I cry out, my hips jerking as I moan way too loudly. The sight of his head bobbing between my legs as he licks my most private place has me captivated. He leans back, looking up at me as I nearly tear his hair out. “Your juicy little pussy tastes delicious, Maci.”

I can’t answer, because the next swipe of his tongue sends me over the edge. Absolute bliss explodes from where his tongue is circling, all the way to my toes. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and squeeze as a high whistling sound escapes from my throat.

“Go ahead and scream, baby,” he says.

I shake my head, still dazed. He’s doing me a favor letting me stay here. I don’t want his neighbors complaining. “That was amazing,” I whisper.

With a laugh, he begins kissing his way upward, shoving my top aside to take my breasts in his hands, then kisses each nipple. I drift away again as he rolls one nipple between his thumb and finger while his other hand snakes back down between my thighs.

“Your body is perfect,” he says, kissing along my neck and pausing at my slack mouth. “The way your little nipples rise for me, and oh my God …” We both sigh as he sinks his fingers deep inside me. His forehead drops to my shoulder. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

I press into his questing fingers, wanting him deeper. He told me to do whatever I wanted, so I reach between us and slide my hand beneath his waistband, grabbing his big cock that’s straining against his boxers. I gasp with shock. It’s much bigger than even his huge bulge led me to believe. So hot and smooth as I stroke it. There’s moisture at the tip, and when I roll my thumb across it, he stills.

“You like that?” I guess. He nods, his fingers pushing and stretching me. “I don’t think …” I trail off, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” he says, kissing me again as he eases his fingers in and out. “Your pussy is so wet for me, every inch of my cock will fit you perfectly. This time, when I make you come again, you will scream.”

I shiver and pull him closer, spreading my legs wide. “Take me now, Gage,” I plead. “I want to feel what it’s like.”

“What what’s like?” He raises a brow, his dark brown eyes locking with mine. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside you for the first time.”

“That,” I say, my cheeks blazing, but my body desperate for him. “Yes, yes.”

He eases away, then strips out of his boxers and climbs on top of me. I lock my legs around his hips and look between us to see the dripping head of his thick rod nudge against me. He leans down to kiss me deeply as he slides in hard and fast, holding me tightly when I yelp.

“The pain will ease in a second,” he promises. “I’m going to make you feel good again.”

Already the slight sting gives way to that building pressure that I know will end with me seeing fireworks. I cling to him, my hands trailing down his sides and up his rippling abs as he moves. First, so slowly I start to whine and beg for more, then harder, deeper, and faster until his promise is fulfilled, and I can’t help but scream out his name.

He keeps going, riding out my orgasm with his eyes screwed shut and finally collapsing against me with a soft roar. “Coming inside your virgin pussy is like heaven,” he gasps with a smile.

“I sure thought it was, but was I too loud?” I ask, hardly able to hear over our thundering heartbeats.

“Not loud enough,” he teases, cupping my face and kissing me sweetly.

My heart starts to melt, and I try to concentrate on our sweaty bodies pressing together. I can feel his cock stiffening against my stomach, and my excitement overrides my silly heart.

“Does this mean we can do it again?” I ask, reaching for him.

“Again and again,” he promises.

***

I wake up with a start, snuggled in Gage’s arms, the sun blazing through the curtains.

Oh no, this is … nice. Too nice. I have a housing issue to deal with and a study goal to crush. Even though I wrote down that I wanted to lose my virginity, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon, if at all.

I look down at Gage’s sleeping face, no longer gruff or serious. It takes all my willpower not to wake him with a kiss. Instead, I slither away and quietly make my way over to the little kitchen. As I search through the cabinets for coffee grounds and mugs, I think about everything that happened last night. There’s an ache between my legs and soreness in my muscles that bring a smile to my face. Gage and I had taken turns waking one another throughout the night, so I’m worn out in the best way this morning.

My thoughts swarm to Gage’s touch and how it brought me to life. How I want more. But I know I can’t have it. I have to stick to my plan to become a successful business owner. To distract myself, I grab my phone to update Wren, taking a long time to decide what to tell her. It seems like she’s having some trouble with her new internship but is trying to stay positive. I don’t want to bring her down with the trouble I’m facing I don’t want her to think I’ve given up on staying accountable. I text her a quick update.

Super busy, but I’m feeling optimistic about everything!

She texts back a few minutes later. Yay! You’re doing great!

I hope to prove her praise right.