Page 53 of Bleed for Me

“Are you able to walk?” he asked, in a much softer tone than I was used to.

“I think so,” I slurred again, my tongue feeling leaden in my mouth. My eyes darted down to his lips. They looked so soft.

Archer rose, his gaze pinned on his friend. Or was it lover? I was so confused. “How about you take her back to her room,” he offered. “I have to go talk to Jordan, anyways.”

My eyes fluttered closed again, but this time, everything went black, and I was floating.

I awoke to a jolt of electricity spiraling through me. The room was blanketed in darkness and a cold gust of air from the fan swept across my bare legs. It still had to be the middle of the night. My head felt foggy, but not as much as it had before I’d passed out. My fingers twitched at my sides, and they came in contact with the mattress.

My room.

How had I made it back here?

I tried sifting through my thoughts, but they were cut off as something wet slid against my most intimate possession and I gasped. Something was holding me down, pinning me to the mattress by my hips. I quickly realized they were hands.

“Go back to sleep,” the person whispered.

But how could I do that? Especially when I recognized the voice.

“Seven?”

“I just want to taste you,” he whispered, returning his mouth to my—well—the only thing I could really refer to it as was a pussy, regardless of how crude it sounded. My skirt was hiked over my hips, my panties long gone.

His tongue flicked against my clit, making my back arch and a moan tumbled from my lips. I was acutely aware of what was happening now, but it felt too good to make him stop. I wasn’t even sure if he would.

“You like that?” he whispered, his breath fanning over my sensitive nerves.

“Yes.” I breathed out.

His hands tightened around my hips, and he pulled me against his mouth, his tongue slipping inside of me. He groaned,tasting me. The sound was so erotic that it had my legs shaking. My hands drifted down, moving through his hair. This seemed to urge him on because he started eating me out with more fervor. I’d never had anyone touch me there, let alone put their mouth there, but it was the best thing I’d ever felt. Another moan slipped from me, and my hips started moving against his face of their own accord, chasing that feeling that I wasn’t about to let go of.

His tongue plunged in and out of me a few times before he withdrew completely, leaving a chill to sweep over my vagina. The bed dipped as he shifted, and before I knew it, his body heat enveloped me as he laid at my side.

Turning his direction, I parted my lips to speak, but before I could, his finger was slipping inside me. A choked gasp erupted from my chest at the foreign feeling. My hand snapped out, grasping onto his arm.

“Relax, little virgin.” His voice was soothing, so unlike him that I didn’t know what to think.

“I-I’ve never?—”

“You mean to tell me that your piece of shit boyfriend hasn’t even touched you?”

A pang shot through my chest at the reminder of him, but I was too far gone at this point. “No,” I muttered, not even caring to defend him. What would I say? That he wouldn’t touch me because of his religion? It seemed futile.

Withdrawing his hand, he shifted on the bed again. “Come here.” Hesitantly, I followed his lead, laying my head on his arm as he turned sideways. He took his free hand and hiked my leg over his hip. “Relax. Breathe. I’ll make it feel good.”

My hands fisted the front of his shirt, nervous energy spiraling through me. “Okay,” I agreed. He slipped his finger back inside of me, causing a whimper to escape me from the slight discomfort. His warm breath fanned over my lips, hisbreathing becoming more ragged, like it was taking everything in him not to lose control. He was slow, pushing his finger to the knuckle.

After a few moments, he slid his finger out, before pushing it back in. The discomfort started to fade, replaced with a crippling pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight, Rosalie,” he praised through heavy breaths.

I panted, burying my face into the crook of his neck. He started working his hand faster, electricity skittering through my body. My legs shook with the new feeling, and I realized then, that I’d never be able to get enough of this. He slipped a second finger inside of me, forcing a cry to fall from my lips.

“Hush, little virgin. You’re doing so well,” he soothed.

Desire coursed through me, and I grazed my lips against the column of his neck, reveling in the way he shuddered against me. For years, this was all I wanted from Alex. I’d craved it so completely, and now this boy, who I didn’t even know was granting me the opportunity. My head spun with need, and I acted on it, allowing my tongue to dart out and taste his skin for the first time.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You keep doing that and I’ll lose all control.” I could hear the restraint in his voice; it sounded pained, like he really was holding back.

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