Page 7 of Counter Bet

My own heartbeat is loud in my ears.

Dallas removes her fingers. Her face glistens in the fluorescent bathroom light as she smirks cruelly and says in a bored voice, “You can fuck off now.”

I bristle, and so does Lauren.

Dallas stands back up, smooths down her hair in the mirror, and roots through her backpack for her lipstick.

Lauren is motionless.

Dallas sucks her fingers clean, then turns on the faucet to wash her hands. The sound of running water breaks Lauren out of her stupor. She tugs her skirt back down and runs from the room, clutching her shirt.

I stare after her. Is she aware of the smeared lipstick and smudged mascara on her face? I’ve never seen the mayor’s daughter look anything less than perfectly polished. We’re alike in that way.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

My heart jolts in my chest. I slowly peek around the corner. Dallas is staring back at me in the mirror with a knowing smirk on her lips.

My hackles rise.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re into me with the way you’re watching me.” She switches off the tap, dries her hands with a paper towel, and throws it down on the sink. Not in the trashbin. Her steps are slow and measured as she turns and walks toward me.

I feel like prey, a fly in her web.

She cages me in, placing her hands by the sides of my head. Her hot breath falls across my lips, and I breathe her in. She smells of flowery perfume and sex. Images of her face between Lauren’s spread thighs flash through my mind.

Heat pools low in my stomach. I’m shamefully aroused.

She leans in, brushing her plump lips against my ear. “Did you enjoy the show, princess?”

The problem is that I liked it a little bit too much. I grip the hem of her black t-shirt and arch my back, pressing myself against her.

What am I doing?

She’s like a matchstick to the raging inferno burning inside of me right now.

She chuckles in my ear. “I wonder what Rick would say if I bent you over the sink and fucked you until you screamed my name?”

Jesus!

I swallow thickly, meeting her hooded eyes. Would I stop her if she tried? I think we both know the answer to that question.

She pushes off the wall, then sweeps her eyes down my body. My toes curl in my shoes.

She snaps her teeth at me like a vicious animal, then walks out, leaving me to stare after her as the door clicks shut.

What just happened?

I’m panting with desire now. I close my eyes and bang my head against the cubicle wall.

I’m in such deep shit!

* * *

“Oh, God!” I throw my head back, riding Rick harder, digging my freshly manicured nails into his chest. Images of Dallas on her knees flash through my mind. I lean back and change angle until Rick’s cock hits the right spot. I use his thighs for balance and roll my hips in time with my pants, squeezing my eyes shut.

Rick’s fingers dig into my hips. He’s right at the edge. “Fuck, Em.”

I tune him out.

Dallas’ full breasts sway beneath her as she crawls between my spread legs. She grabs my thighs and leans down, smiling against my throbbing sex. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” She flattens her tongue and takes one long, slow lick.

“Aahh!” I whimper, picking up speed. My long hair tickles my lower back.

I reach down and fist her hair, loving the sight of the black strands between my fingers. She latches onto my clit and begins eating me out until her face glistens and her damp hair lies plastered to her cheek. “You taste so fucking good, princess.”

I explode, clamping around Rick’s cock.

He hisses, then flips us over and begins drilling into me, pounding his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growls, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

There’s a stain on my ceiling. Hailey threw slime on it once when we were eight years old. It stuck for a while before falling to the ground with a splat. We thought it was hilarious at the time. Now it seems to be the only thing stopping these tears in my eyes from falling.

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