Page 47 of Lie With Me

Her eyes flutter closed. “I’m on my period.”

“So.” Tilting my head, I bury my face against the side of her neck and inhale. “You’re not bleeding from your clit.”

“Tripp.” My name is a whimper on her lips, and my dick twitches behind my pants in response to the way she sounds so needy.

“Come on,” I whisper, grabbing her hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To my room.”

Peeking out to make sure my parents aren’t waiting for us, I pull her down the hall and up the stairs when I see the coast is clear. Once we’re in my childhood room, I lock the door and gently push her down on the queen-sized mattress.

Slowly, I kneel, settling between her legs as she opens them wider. “Are you really going to go downon me while your parents are downstairs and I have a tampon shoved inside me?”

“So romantic,” I tease as I lift the hem of her dress, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee as I expose it, lifting it over my shoulder before doing the same with the other leg.

She’s wearing lacy short-style underwear, body jolting as I flick the tip of my tongue against her through the material. Her hands run through my hair as she lays back against the sheets and watches me with a small smile.

“You’re so good to me.” She says it like she wishes it weren’t true.

Her hips lift as I pull her underwear down her legs, pocketing them as she lets out a soft, tinkling laugh. “If you were mine for real, I’d treat you like a queen for the rest of your life, Valentina.”

My lips skate up her inner thighs, appreciating the sighs she makes as she strokes my scalp encouragingly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I flick my tongue against her again. Her bare pussy is smooth and soft, her clit wet and pink and swollen—ready for my attention.

Curling my hands around her thighs from below, I pry her legs apart further and lower my mouth to her flesh, sucking her clit between my lips.

“Fuck,” she gasps as her hips jump against my face.

I don’t rush, alternating between sucking lazily and softly flicking my tongue against her. Her heelsdig into my back, fingers twisting my hair as she breathes out little moans, trying to be quiet.

The sounds she makes hit me straight between my legs, and I want to unzip my pants and stroke my cock, but this is about making her feel good and taking away some of her pain—I can handle blue balls for a night.

“You feel so fucking good,” she whispers.

Her head is thrown back, curls fanned out over the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she rides my face slowly. She removes a hand from my hair to sink her teeth into the skin of her palm, muffling her cries as I begin to move faster—sucking harder, licking her with swift, short strokes.

“I’m going to come.”

“Do it, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make when I make you feel good.”

She squeals against her hand as her knees press together with my head trapped between them. Her entire body shudders, and I keep licking her slowly until her hips stop moving.

Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths, and I lower her legs from my shoulders before reaching up to gently rub her lower stomach. “Better?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums shyly as she looks down her body at me.

“Good. Always such a good girl for me,” I praise as I climb on the bed, holding my weight above her. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me down to press her lips to mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers against them.

“You’re welcome.”

Valentina falls asleep on the drive home.

After a quick goodbye to my parents, who definitely knew what we were doing up in my room, we leave with a Pyrex dish of leftovers and a pained conversation between Mom and Lenni about trying to do lunch during the week to go over more party details.

Within ten minutes, she’s passed out, curled up in her seat and using my jacket as a pillow. It’s surprising we don’t get into a crash with as many times as I catch myself staring at her while she sleeps instead of watching the road like I should be.

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