Page 20 of Bleeding Hearts
I need everything.
Ignoring my own desire and slick pussy, I slide my hands down her hips and over her thighs until I find the hem of her skirt, and then I hike it up. Her eyes open, meeting mine as I bite her lip, keeping her trapped as I tug her lace panties aside and slip my hand inside them. She’s wet, hot, and so fucking ready for my touch it makes me groan.
Her eyes glance between mine as I slide my fingers down her wet cunt and slip two inside her. She groans and arches up, her head falling back slightly, and I lick her chin as I push my fingers deeper inside her as her eyes shut. I pull them out then thrustthem back in, curling them inside so I find that spot, and when I do, she cries out.
“Lally, please.” Her voice is breathless, needy, and so fucking hot.
Anyone could walk by, but I can’t stop. I press my lips to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as I rub her clit with my thumb and finger fuck her tight, little pussy. Her heat grips my fingers snugly, and her clit throbs against my thumb as she presses closer, trying to match my pace.
I add a third finger, making it hurt as she whimpers into my mouth. “Lally?—”
“I know, but you’ll take it, won’t you?” I murmur as I bite her lower lip. “You wanted me to hurt you, didn’t you?”
She nods, whimpering as I twist my fingers inside her, stretching her tight cunt. Fuck, she’s so damn wet for me, her cream drips down my fingers, and I know she’s close. I’ve barely touched her and she’s ready to come.
I pull free of her, ignoring her cry of disappointment, and slide my slick fingers across her lips. I stare into her wide, shocked eyes before I crash my lips back onto hers and thrust my fingers into her pussy, fucking it hard and fast.
Kissing her harder, I rub my thumb in circles around her clit, and she locks up against me, her cunt clenching around my fingers as she comes. She makes this little whining sound that I know I’ll never forget. I slowly thrust my fingers into her as she rides out her pleasure, and when she slumps back into the wall, I memorize the sight because I know I’ll never let it happen again. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I tug her underwear back into place and right her skirt before stepping away.
Her eyes blink open, then she stares at me like I’m something to worship and love. I remind myself it’s just the afterglow. I have to walk away because after one touch, one taste, I know Alice Anders has the ability to ruin me.
“This won’t happen again.”
Her small smile drops as she stares at me.
“I’m doing this for you, Alice. You deserve better than this. You’re right, it isn’t your fault, but blaming you was easier than having no one to blame,” I admit.
“Then blame me, hate me, just don’t let me go,” she pleads, reaching for me, but I step back.
Can’t she see I have to?
“I miss him, Alice. I miss him so fucking much all day, every day, and it feels like everyone else is moving on, and I’m stuck in that hallway that night.” I dash my tears away. “Evan is happy and starting his future, and I’m all alone?—”
“You aren’t alone. You have me. You’ll always have me,” she promises, reaching for me again. I step back into the shadows of the tunnel where I belong.
“No, I won’t.” She flinches. “I meant what I said, Alice. I can’t be part of your life. Let me go and stay away from me.” I leave her before she can leave me.
I like Alice, I might even love her a little, and that makes me hate her and myself.
One day, she would hate me too, hate the days I can’t get out of bed, and I can’t take that.
I can’t take seeing the love in her eyes change to hate, so I leave first to keep her and my heart safe.
My distraction worked, but now all I can think about is her as I fall into my bed fully clothed. Her taste mixes with the alcohol on my tongue. For once, I’m not thinking about that night, though, or Tommy.
I’m thinking about the way she felt and the noise she made when she came.
I’ll remember it better than my own smile.
At least this desire is better than pain.
My fingers still smell like her, and despite the agony in my chest, my desire hasn’t subsided. My room is dark, and I close my eyes as I slide my hand into my shorts, slipping them through my folds. I fuck myself with her pleasure still staining my skin, wishing it were her hand. She’d be so hesitant at first, but my girl would pick it up quickly.
I rub my clit fast before I slide my fingers down and thrust them inside myself.
My hips rise off the bed as I groan. My nipples are tight and begging for attention, so with my free hand, I reach up and pull my shirt down, squeezing and pulling one as my pussy clenches. Pleasure rolls through me, but it’s not enough. I want more.
Rolling over, I bite my pillow as I ride my fingers, rolling my hips as I fuck myself, grinding my clit against my shorts and the bed. The friction and pressure make me groan as I chase my release. I ride my hand faster, and when it crests, I cry out into my pillow. My legs jerk from the force, as I clench around my fingers.
