Page 65 of Bleeding Hearts
She slides her hands under my shirt and cups my breasts, making me gasp as her expert fingers roll my nipples. My eyes slide shut until her hands disappear. She tugs my shirt up around my neck, and then her mouth is on my breasts, sucking my nipples until I cry out.
My clit throbs in time with my pounding heartbeat as pleasure rolls through me, shooting from my nipples to my needy pussy. I try to get her attention by lifting my hips, but she makes me wait, stroking my stomach and thighs as she kneels between them.
“Lals,” I whine, reaching for her.
“Don’t move, baby, or I’ll stop. Rest or I’ll leave you wanting,” she warns.
I slump back, pouting, but that soon transforms into a gasp as her fingers slide into my underwear and stroke my wet flesh, all while she sucks my nipples. I whimper beneath her, clamping my thighs shut on her arm to force her to give me more. My chest and face burn with my pleasure, and I know all it would take is one touch and I’d explode.
Her mouth finally slides down, licking my soft stomach before reaching my underwear. She kisses the fabric, teasing me as I roll my hips until she finally tugs my panties aside and replaces her hand with her mouth.
Lally seals her lips around my clit as she thrusts her fingers inside me, and I shatter, screaming her name. When she liftsher head, I notice her lips glistening with my cream before she flips me, pressing my face into the bedding. Her fingers find me again, rubbing my inner walls as I gasp and jerk, pushing back.
“Shh, baby, you’re supposed to take it easy, remember?” she teases before sliding her lips across my shoulder and down my spine. I shudder under her touch, pushing back for more as her mouth presses against my cunt again. I whine into her bedding as my pleasure builds once more.
She draws it out with sure strokes of her fingers. I rock into them, my nipples rubbing against her bedding as I fuck myself on her, her tongue lashing my clit with a rhythm that drives me wild until I scream her name again.
This time when I slump into the sheets, she kisses my pussy softly then tugs me into her arms. “Feeling better?” she asks breathlessly.
I hum in response, and she chuckles as I cuddle closer, my eyes closing in sated bliss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
As I stare down at our matching shirts, I wonder how the hell she talked me into this. Oh, that’s right. She distracted me with her boobs.
She cheated.
Alice swings our joined hands as we walk down Main Street. I can’t be too mad, though, because she looks so happy. Last night, she was so worried about what happened, and seeing her upset killed me.
If I can make her smile, then I’ll dress like a fool for the rest of my life.
“So where are we going?” she asks.
“It’s a surprise,” I tease as I tug her out of the way of a man who isn’t looking where he’s walking. She’s oblivious as I keep her inside the path just in case. Her trust in me to keep her safe makes me feel some sort of way, and I like it.
To keep her safe, however, I need to be sober. I’ll admit I’ve been tempted over the last few days, craving that numbing ecstasy, but I know one drink wouldn’t be enough. I would spiral, and she needs me. It’s what I clung to when the desperation for alcohol became hard.
We don’t have far to walk, and I pull her to a stop before the towering building. It opened recently, sponsored by Solar Hunters, to get Pine Valley excited about its team and upcoming games. The front door spins with neon lights, and inside, it’s supposed to be a haven of games, food, and fun.
“Arcadia Land?” she reads with a frown. “Wait, is this the new gaming center?”
“Yup, four floors of video games, retro dance machines, and food.” I smile at her, but it fades as she stares at me. “What?” I ask as she looks at me with a hesitant smile.
“When you said our first official date, I thought you’d try to woo me or something, like fancy dining and stuff,” she explains.
Frowning, I glance around the four-story building I brought her to, wondering if I made the wrong choice. I consider my response and decide honesty is best. “You kept saying you wanted to come here with me. Your favorite memories as a kid were going to arcades with Alek. I thought it would be a good place. Besides, you hate fancy dining. You always say the portions are too small, and you prefer burgers. After, though, we could go to that place a mile down and then go home and watch that new K-drama you wanted to see.” She stares at me for a moment, and I worry I fucked up. “I did this wrong, didn’t I?”
“Not at all,” she whispers, and then she flings herself into my arms. I catch her, and she kisses me. “You’re perfect. I love you so much. Everyone else would try to impress me with something I didn’t want, but you gave me the perfect first date.”
Relief floods through me, and I tug her toward the door. “Then let’s go. Keep up if you can.”
I shouldn’t have been concerned about her keeping up with me because I’m having a hard time keeping up with her. She’s like a golden retriever puppy with endless energy. I drag myself after her, exhausted and dazed from the games we have played so far. We’ve been here two hours, and she’s pulled me from floor to floor, more excited about each find.
She’s happy, and that’s all that matters, but Jesus, where does she get all that energy from?
“Oh look,Resident Evil! Oh my god, a dance machine!” I get whiplash from her turning around as she tugs me into a machine in the corner, the curved bars empty. The pads glow and flash with the game music as it waits for players.
“Can we?” she asks with such hopeful eyes, I don’t even bother trying to protest. I simply walk over to the side where it flashes for coins.
