Page 82 of Bleeding Hearts
“I know you’re trying to distract me. It’s important. Something is going on, and I want to know what—oh god.” Shegroans before she turns and slams me into the door, her eyes narrowed. “No, we’re going to talk.”
Leaning back, I part my thighs and slide my hand under my skirt. Her eyes widen as she watches, and I moan, biting my lip as I brush my clit through my panties. “We’re alone here, and you want to talk?” I tease as I slide my fingers free and suck them clean, watching as she swallows. “When I want you? That’s mean, baby.”
“Lally,” she says, but her eyes are clouded with desire, and I know I’ve got her.
I hook my fingers in her shirt and tug her closer until she falls into me. “You don’t want me feeling needy, do you? Sitting through class in pain? You promised to take care of me.”
“Someone could see,” she whispers.
“Then you better be quick,” I order as I push her to her knees. She goes willingly despite her words, excitement gleaming in her gaze. Her hands slide up my thighs, then she tugs my panties down. Stepping out of one side, I lean back and widen my legs as she licks her lips before ducking under my skirt. I feel her tongue sweep along my folds, tasting me. Groaning, I grip the door handle, my clit throbbing as she circles it. She finds the rhythm I like while she presses inside me, her two delicate fingers stroking my inner walls. A moan escapes my lips as pleasure courses through me, and my eyes close as I reach up to play with my nipple through my tank while I ride her hand.
Throwing my leg over her shoulder, I grind into her mouth as she speeds up. I press closer, chasing my release. My skirt moves from her head, and the sight makes me grin as I widen my stance as my leg begins to shake.
The door rattles behind me, but I don’t care. I reach for my release, sliding my hand into her hair and pressing her closer as I fuck her face and fingers. My release explodes through me, making me cry out as I stiffen and jerk, grinding into her faceso hard she can’t breathe. My cunt squeezes her fingers as the pleasure washes through me in waves before finally receding, leaving me weak but oh so satisfied.
Her lips press against my throbbing clit in a gentle kiss before she pulls her fingers out of my cunt. Alice sits back, smoothing my skirt into place.
She kneels before me, her face flushed and lips coated in my cum. Leaning down, I wipe her mouth with my thumb then suck it clean before I help her up. “What were you saying?”
“I don’t remember,” she mutters as the door rattles again, and her eyes widen. “Oh fuck.” She hides behind me as I unlock the door and open it to find a confused art student standing there.
“Sorry about that. Something stuck in it,” I lie as I take Alice’s hand and wink at the student before I pull her out with me. “I’m starving. Let’s go get dinner then have you as dessert.”
“Lally!” she yells in embarrassment, making me laugh, but she walks with me, grinning and shaking her head.
The final game is coming quicker than I thought, and panic claws at my chest, mixed with anticipation, as I stare at my blackened phone that started buzzing just a moment ago. Alice turns to me, her phone in her hand. Our eyes meet, both of us knowing what this means.
Walking over to me, she sits at my side as the Risk logo flashes on our screens, as well as the bubbles again. It’s just like the very first game. I share a quick glance with Alice as she reaches for my hand, holding it as I turn my gaze back to our vibrating phones.
The bubbles flow up, replacing the logo, and then words start to glitch across the screen
11 PM
Pine Valley pool.
Are you ready to risk it all and win?
It disappears, and we stare at our screens for a moment before we raise our heads. Fear holds me in its icy grip as what occurred during the last few games washes through me. They are getting more dangerous. Tonight could go so wrong.
The world tilts on its axis as my throat becomes tight. I haven’t had a panic attack in a while, but I feel it now as I stare at her.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
I don’t want this to be the end.
Her breathing picks up, and her face pales. “I don’t think I can do this.” She’s panicking. It’s something I recognize, so I fight off my own anxiety and focus on her.
“You can and you will. You’re stronger than you know. Let’s end this, baby.” Kissing her head, I try to breathe through my panic. “We have an hour.”
“Then can you hold me for an hour?” she whispers. “Just hold me?”
“Of course.” I wrap my arms around her, gripping her tightly as I stare at my phone before my eyes land on my desk and the camera there. Will it work in the water? Probably not, which means I need to hide it as I enter the pool.
Tonight is our last chance.
Tonight, we’ll end it all.
The college is empty, due to the curfew and supposed security guards. No one is about, and I hate it. It reminds me of when Tommy died. Alice is obviously thinking the same thing because she squeezes my hand as we pass Magnus Hall and hurry down the path to the pool. We slip between the bell tower and Becker Hall. It’s closed at this hour, but the lights are all on the pool building.
