Page 44 of Freedom to Love

Making me bleed

Hot blood. I drink

With your hot come

And I swallow, and

Swallow, and

Fucking fly, touch the ceiling

With you, as you come

As I feed…

The crowd was silent, hanging on every word. Someone whistled and Vander seemed to awaken to her reality. She turned and hurried toward the lounges where there was an exit.

“I have to go,” Brynn said. “Don’t wait for me.”

She left Holly with questions and ran after Vander, winding through the crowd. She grabbed her good arm and pulled her to the wall in the darkness.

“Don’t,” Vander said, turning to glare at her. “Just don’t.”

Brynn could barely make out the angles of her goddess like face in the dim light. But she was able to see the hurt. The pain. She couldn’t bear it, not on her and not in herself. Not anymore. She shoved her against the wall, harder, tighter.

“I have to,” she said. She could feel Vander’s heartbeat beneath her palm. It was racing, competing with her own.

The lyrics finally ended and the crowd roared. Brynn pressed closer.

“What do you want?” Vander asked, voice high with emotion. “Just tell me what you want, Brynn Williams.”

Brynn leaned close to her ear and said what she’d wanted to say for so long. “To make you come.”

Brynn felt her shiver, felt the moist sweat of her skin against her cheek. And then, as quick as lightning, Vander latched onto her, tugged her in close. She kissed her neck, sucked, licked. Brynn groaned, her own skin dimpling from the sensation of a hot mouth. She fell into her, grinding herself against her strong thigh. They were heated, panting, out of control. Words were spoken, rasped, ragged.

“My God, you taste good,” Vander said, nibbling her ear. “I could eat you alive.”

Brynn laughed and then her breath caught. It felt so good, her words, her want, just for Brynn. Vander was alive and craving, Brynn her meal. She never could’ve imagined this kind of unabashed hunger from her. It nearly overtook her, nearly made her come in her jeans. The mere thought made her pulse against her, and she found that she was unable to control the urgent kick in her hips.

“Ride me,” Vander said, sending another bolt of desire down her spine. Vander cupped her ass, pulled her tighter, helping her thrust against her.

Hurriedly, wanting her to feel the same, Brynn lowered her hand and pressed into Vander’s crotch, causing her to cry out softly. She was moist, swollen, and she threw her head back against the wall.

She was caught up and they were stuck together like wild beings tearing at one another. The thought must’ve reached her because she began to worry.

“Shit—someone’s gonna see us,” Vander said, her voice trembling. Still, they did not stop.

“It’s dark,” Brynn said. She went in and bit her neck, causing her to jerk and groan. “But we can stop if you want.” She pressed her harder, gliding her fingers up and down.

Vander whispered. “Ah, fuck no, don’t stop.”

“Then come in my hand,” Brynn said, breathless. “Come right here, right now. Come with me.”

Vander made a deep noise of pleasure as their mouths met for the first time. Brynn moaned at the feel of her soft, full lips, pressing, framing her own. They teased, not fully committing, pressing, breathing, pulling back. Brynn closed her eyes, feeling her breath, and then the wet tease of her tongue. Brynn teased back, and soon, with wild abandon, they fell into a beautiful, hot rhythm, kissing completely, fully, devouring. Brynn gripped Vander’s neck never wanting to let go. But the mounting pressure on her engorged clit caused her to tear away and throw back her head as her cunt came alive and pulsed, demanding to be released. They moved, harder, faster, and Brynn knotted her hand in her hair, looked into her eyes. Vander nearly lifted her off the ground with one arm.

Brynn could feel the harnessed power of her body, and she knew as wild as this was, she was holding back.

“Tell me you’ll take me somewhere and have your way with me.”

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