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He was giving me no mercy.
Easton moved his hands from my thighs to put them in a position that wouldn’t allow me to close my legs or escape from whatever he wanted to do to me. He held my hips down as he fucked me with his tongue.
The urge to scream was in the back of my throat but I was vaguely aware of where we were and who might be able to hear. Part of me didn’t care, but the part that was still being held in a chokehold by my upbringing was there in my ear, telling me to stop this and warning me about what could happen if we were found.
Then something snapped within me, and I truly did not give a fuck who heard me. I could blame it on the wig, which had somehow managed to stay on my head throughout all of this, but who knows if that was the case.
My whole body was on fire as he continued to drive me wild. The pressure that was building within me couldn’t continue for much longer. Everything was becoming too overwhelming, and Easton didn’t miss a beat.
I clenched the bed’s comforter as Easton continued his motions. My body's reactions became instinctual in nature as I felt myself reach the brink of ecstasy before Easton shoved me over the edge without bothering to slow down or stop. I groaned as my body trembled from what he’d done to me.
But even though I’d slammed through my orgasm, that didn’t stop Easton from licking up every last drop.
My heart leapt into my mouth when the door burst open, and Easton stopped. My hands immediately went to my face to cover it, while Easton’s hands on my body prevented me from closing my legs. I didn’t know how much of me they could see with Easton’s head in the way, and I was too afraid to find out.
Through my fingers, I watched as Easton turned to the guys who just burst into the room, staring open mouthed at the situation they were witnessing.
“We were looking for you, man,” one of the men said.
It occurred to me that they were probably on the football team. I knew the chances of them recognizing me in the dark with this wig on were small, but damn if I didn’t jump in my skin.
“Obviously, I’m fine. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
The guys at the door stared for a second longer and I wondered if they were going to ask who I was before one of them elbowed the other and they left, closing the door behind them.
Then it was just Easton and me in the room alone once more. He gave my pussy one more lick before he pulled away and closed my legs together.
“Now, where were we? Oh, I was asking you what your answer to my offer was.”
I took a deep breath and gave him the answer he’d been waiting for. "Yes."
19
BIANCA
Iwas shaking my body to the latest pop song while I washed some dishes in my apartment. I’d already finished classes for the day, and after that, I had a chapter meeting that was unusually short. I was determined to do what I could to somewhat have my shit together.
Plus, for whatever reason, cleaning up made me feel better about how my life was currently going, so here I was.
I’d relived the moment with Easton at the party more times than I could count. He hadn’t said a word to me since that night, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat annoyed about the whole thing. I guess I’d expected him to be all in, calling me and texting me immediately, but when he didn’t, I couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong. I had no intention of reaching out to him, but him keeping his distance just felt strange. Normally, I would be grateful to not have to deal with him, but since this deal had been struck, now I was wondering if he had some sort of trick up his sleeve to make me lose my shit. Or if this was another little game that he was starting to play, and I was going to be in for it.
When my phone buzzed on the counter brought me out of my thoughts, I looked over at my screen, and when I saw that Iris’s name had popped up on it, I immediately answered. "Hello."
"Bianca?"
"What's wrong?" I asked as I put away a glass that I’d just washed.
"I—I have something I need to tell you."
I narrowed my gaze. Something sounded wrong, and I didn’t like what I was hearing. "Do you want me to come over? This sounds like something that needs to be said in person versus over the phone."
"No, I'd rather come to you, if you aren't busy."
That wouldn’t be a bad idea, I thought before another thought popped into my brain. "I don't have anything going on. Why don't you pack a bag, and you can stay with me overnight? We can order takeout and some junk food."
It was almost the weekend and would give us an opportunity to hang out. It was a great idea.
"Okay. When do you want me to come over?" Iris’s voice shook slightly.
