Page 30 of Bleeding Hearts
I push her from my lap and hear her knees hit the floor of the truck. She stares at me, waiting for my instructions. I remind myself she’s a baby gay. She isn’t used to this, but I can’t seem to stop as I grab her chin and lean in. “Don’t say you didn’t ask for this. If you want to touch me, Alice, then you’ll make me come. Do you understand? I don’t teach.”
“You won’t have to.” She wiggles in want. “Please let me touch you. It’s all I think about. I want to feel your skin. I want to feel . . . I want to feel your pussy. I want to touch yours like you did mine.”
“What else do you want?” I smirk, brushing my lips over hers.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers brazenly.
Pulling back, I force myself to calm down, but I tangle my fingers in her hair as she waits for my permission. I press her head down and widen my thighs. “You want to touch me? Then do it.”
“Really?” She looks so hopeful.
I’m a fucking asshole, a damaged, fucked-up asshole, but I can’t seem to stop myself from bathing in her innocence and taking it for myself. Soon, there will be none left, but I can’t stop.
I press her hands to the hem of my skirt and drag it up until my black thong is exposed. “Really. Touch me. Taste me. It’s the only chance you’ll get—” My words end in a groan as her hand slips into my thong, finding me wet. Her eyes meet mine as she leans down and grips my thong with her teeth then jerks her head, snapping it.
As I watch, she pockets my underwear, sliding her thighs apart until her face is level with my cunt. “I’m waiting,” I say when all she does is stare.
“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I’ve dreamed about what you would taste like. I’ve woken up coming from dreaming of fucking you.” Her brazen words make my eyes widen. “I’ve done so much research in hopes that one day, I could make it good for you.” Her hand covers my pussy, her soft fingers exploring me before she presses against my clit, making me groan as my legs open wider.
“It’s different than touching myself. You’re so much softer . . . warmer.” Her voice stops as she rubs her face against my pussy, and the sight makes me bite back a moan.
Her fingers softly rub my clit, and despite my warning, I reach down and palm her hair until she looks at me. “Harder and faster,” I inform her. She nods, and her fingers speedup. “Harder,” I growl, chasing her fingers, and she finally gets the speed I want, making my channel clench as desire spasms through me. “Like that.”
“You’re so wet,” she whimpers, sliding her other hand down and pushing two fingers inside me without hesitation. My cunt clenches around them as my chest arches, and I roll my hips, needing to come. My nipples are tight and throbbing, but I ignore them as she curls her fingers inside me before pulling them out and thrusting back in.
“Mouth,” I order.
Her eyes roll back to mine, a smile tilting her lips before she leans down and presses a kiss against my pussy, and then her tongue darts out and innocently laps at my folds, all while her fingers rub my clit and fuck me.
My head hits the canvas wall of the truck as pleasure spirals through me. Her touch is bumbling and unsure, and her tongue is hesitant and innocent, but hell, it’s amazing. I grind my hips into her mouth, chasing pleasure that has never felt so raw and strong before.
“Alice.” Her name on my lips makes her sigh against my flesh, and her fingers speed up on my clit as her tongue replaces her fingers inside me. My heavy breathing is loud in the back of the truck as I watch her.
“Slow, slow . . .” I groan. “Like that.”
She follows my instructions, and I lose my ability to speak as her touch grows bold and confident. Pleasure spirals through me until I grind into her face. I hold her tightly as my heart hammers and my pleasure grows until I cry out.
I fall over the precipice, my entire body locking up as I jerk and ride it out. Her tongue laps at me, her fingers circling my clit until I fall back, panting as pleasure rolls through me.
She greedily circles my hole, lapping up my cream, but I’m so sensitive I push her away. Her face is covered in my cum, her lips are swollen, and her mouth is parted with her heavy breaths.
She’s fucking gorgeous, and I know I never stood a chance.
She slides up my body, her eyes blazing with emotions so strong I can feel them. “Was that okay?” she asks. “I want to make sure you enjoyed?—”
“It was incredible,” I say, not wanting to hurt her. “You’re incredible.” Her smile disarms me, and I know I can’t keep doing this to her. She deserves better. She doesn’t deserve someone who’s hot then cold. She deserves someone who will cherish her, protect her, and never make her guess their feelings.
She deserves to be happy more than anything in the world.
I want her to be happy, even if it’s not with me.
I can live with her being with someone else, even if it will destroy what is left of my heart, but I can’t live with her losing her life and her spark because of me.
I just can’t.
In the dark truck, with screams and horror just inches away, I let myself admit the truth.
I love Alice.
