Page 14 of Bleed for Me

Seven’s hips met my ass again, disintegrating my thoughts into dust. I knew it wouldn’t take him long. In just a matter of time?—

A sharp pain shot through the back of my shoulder, the unexpectedness of it had me groaning out in pleasure. His lips met the fresh cut he’d made and he urged me to sit back on him. This new position made him go even deeper, causing my breath to labor. He reached around with his other hand and started stroking me up and down. It was so hard to stay quiet with him this far inside me. Especially while he was sucking on the back of my shoulder where he’d cut me and pumping me up anddown. The sensation had heat pooling in my abdomen, shooting directly to my balls and forcing them to tighten.

My muscles tensed, right before streams of white liquid shot from my cock, coating the sheets. He followed behind me, his hot come filling my ass completely. His teeth scraped against my shoulder blade, a louder, yet, muffled moan falling from his lips.

We sat like that for a few moments, both of us working to catch our breath. My head spun as the lust slowly started leaving my system, followed by exhaustion. He knew how to fuck, and he also knew how to distract me.

Pulling out of me, the loss of contact had a chill sweeping through my body. I started to roll over, but he placed his hand on the small of my back to hold me in place instead.

“We’ve gotta get you cleaned up first,” he protested.

My eyebrows dipped in confusion. I was more than capable of cleaning it up myself. But before I could tell him as much, the bed shifted under his weight and his tongue slid against my ass, making me gasp out in surprise. He moaned against me, tasting his release as he continuously worked his mouth over my hole. He lapped it all up before separating himself from me again. This time he didn’t stop me from rolling over onto my back. My eyes tracked his movements, desire still spiraling through me, especially when I watched him put the blade against his tongue and lick it clean before he strode across the room and returned it to the safe.

“Better?” Jordan asked from across the small space, his eyes darting up to meet mine. An amused twitch of his lips told me he’d heard everything, even while being so entranced by his drawing. We weren’t exactly the quietest, but he had a gift for tuning everything out while he sketched.

“Can’t complain.” I shrugged. “You should try it sometime.”

He snorted in response. “I’d like my ass to remain a virgin, thank you very much.”

Seven chuckled as he slipped his shirt on over his head followed by his jeans. I quickly got dressed too, just in case someone decided to pop their head in. It had almost been time for shift change when we came in here, and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Jordan paused, his hand stilling around the pencil he held. “That new girl,” he treaded lightly. “Why have we only seen her in group and nowhere else? I mean—she hasn’t even gone to the cafeteria.”

Seven dropped onto the edge of my bed beside me, running his fingers through his platinum hair in order to smooth it out. “There’s probably more to her story than we know. They most likely think she’s unpredictable right now. It’s not uncommon for new patients to be locked up for the first week or two.”

Jordan pursed his lips as he contemplated that. Finally, he nodded, seeming to let it go. “Yeah.” He breathed. “You’re probably right. They locked me up, too when I first got here.” He closed his book and shoved the pencil in his pocket before rising. “Anyways, I have art therapy soon. You want to meet at the gym after?”

“Sure,” the two of us said in unison.

He slipped out of the room, letting the door fall closed behind him. My pulse was still racing from what Seven and I just did. The pleasure mixed with the sting of pain was the most intense thing I’d ever felt. It was why I kept going back for more.

The two of us came here within months of each other. It didn’t take long for us to form a friendship. Being placed in group therapy could do that, funnily enough. We’d been partnered up with each other on numerous occasions before we started hanging out outside of therapy. We’d been friends for several months prior to anything sexual happening. One thing led to another the night I allowed him to drink from me that firsttime. Before that, I’d never even considered being with another guy. But it feltsounexpectedly good.

We met Jordan a little bit later. He’d been at the asylum before either of us, but he was so quiet and reserved that it took us longer to form any kind of bond with him.

Ironically, our first encounter with him outside of Ms. Octavia’s room was in the bathroom of all places. He walked in on me and Seven doing…unquestionable things—like what we’d just been doing in front of him. Seven shoved the sharp edge of a piece of glass we’d been using, due to not having a knife yet, against his throat despite their obvious weight and height differences. Jordan’s lips curled into an amused smile, not seeming phased in the slightest. There had been no judgment, no hostility, and no indication that he’d planned on saying anything to anyone about what he just walked in on. That was the beginning of an unbreakable bond.

Seven threw himself on his back, sprawling out across the bed and peered up at the blindingly white ceiling with his arms folded across his chest. “Do you think they’ll ever let us out of here?” he asked, glancing over at me thoughtfully.

When I first got here, that’s all I’d thought about. What happened with Kaydence had been a freak accident. There was no way in hell that they could hold that against me for the rest of my life. At least…that’s what I figured anyways. People rarely left this place. How Ms. Octavia did it, I wasn’t so sure. She was older, so the doctors must have been a lot more lenient back then.

“I doubt it,” I replied honestly.

He hummed in agreement. “Yeah. That was a stupid question. Dr. Theodore Young would kill us before that happened.” His lips tugged up in a smirk that was meant to be mocking, but it made me grimace, nonetheless.

I’d often heard the screams bleeding beneath the door of hiswork area. There was no doubt in my mind that it was an experimental room designed to torture the sins out of patients. What did it matter to him if we sinned or not? It wasn’t like church was a requirement here. He didn’t strike me as the religious type either. I guess there were some things he hated more than others and to justify his cruel actions, he used his religion to do it.

The one thing Dr. Theodore seemed to hate the most in this place was homosexuality. Most of the patients that wound up in his clutches were gay or lesbian, some of them even bisexual. Murder was a close second. He didn’t like his potential experiments being killed off before he got to play with them. Any reason he could find was reason enough for him to do whatever he wanted to under the guise of trying tofixthem. The only patients he left alone were the ones who agreed to be his spies. That not only put a massive target on that patient’s back, but it also made their life harder in other ways. Especially if they got caught.

My mind flashed back to Jordan and to his split knuckles we spotted the other day. His psychosis and delusions seemed to be getting worse as the days went on and I worried about him.

Before I could bring that subject up, the door creaked open, making my shoulders tense. Ms. Gloria poked her head around the door, her gaze sweeping over the two of us. Luckily, there was enough space between us so it looked like we were just hanging out—which we were. If she’d come in here sooner though…

A chill swept down my spine. I didn’t even want to think about that. We needed to be more careful.

“How are you guys doing?” she asked, forcing a tight smile.

She was one of the newer staff members, but she seemed to follow the book more than anything and that only meant that ifshe saw anything concerning, it would be reported right to Dr. Theodore himself.

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