She agrees that sharing is caring, with some encouragement

"Bran..." Chloe slurred as his coc-- er, Heather's finger left her mouth. She whimpered with indecision.

"Chloe," Heather's tone resonated in her head. "I'm not joking."

"For real?"

"For real."

Heather-- er, Bran pulled his hand down her throat, torturing her with tickling trails left by his fingers. Chloe's imagination enlarged the hand that played her, attaching a roughness from years of football and strength training. Heavy but delicate, it skidded down the skin of her neck, then her collar, and then returned to her most intimate of assets to her.

"This could be him, Chloe. Think of it." Those palms, oh so strong, scratched her nipple again. "He can be anywhere." Bran pulled his hand away from her breast, much to her momentary disappointment, until she realized where he was headed.

Her stomach tensed, and Bran seemed to enjoy raking through her lines of muscle. He followed them to their terminus, pushed more of her offending swimsuit away, and coasted down into--

"Ahhhhhhhokay!" Chloe hollered and bucked. Heather's hand pulled away soaked. She sniffed in satisfaction.

"Gotta say, I don't think I've seen premature ejaculation in a girl before."

"Oh shut up!" Chloe breathed heavily. "God!"

"So... deal then?"

"Yeah," Chloe panted. "Deal. You better not be lying, because I feel like I've just sold my soul."

"But the devil's bargains are the best!" When you set the terms clearly at least.

Chloe's body shone with red again. Heather set her jaw. Fuck, she was hot, in so many ways.

"Chloe," she purred. "Now that you've enjoyed 'Brandon,' do you mind if I join?"