Page 42 of Bad Blood

I see stars, then I climax and come, screaming from deep within. I arch off the bed, pushing my pussy into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby, scream for me.”

I’ve lost control. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to do anything other than what my body wants, which is everything he’s giving me.

Another scream tears from my throat as the last trace of my orgasm burns every nerve in my body.

Shudders ripple over my skin as he licks me clean, then he moves up to my lips and we kiss.

I taste myself on him and it arouses me again.

Then I get lost in the kiss and I slip away from everything that has plagued me for so long.

It’s been forever since I was able to let go. As I do so now I don’t want to go back to a yesterday or even today, when I wasn’t this version of myself.

Our tongues clash, tasting each other. He tastes me, and I taste him too.

I then make the mistake of running my hands through his hair and he moves away from my lips.

It was such a simple thing, but it switched things up and shifted the cloud of sexual haze from over us.

Chad gets off me and I almost ask what’s wrong until I remember I’m not supposed to like him or any of this.

He reaches for his shorts and pulls them on, tucking away his cock.

“You can go home now,” he says in a gruff voice, snapping me back to reality, and I feel like a cheap whore who’s just been dismissed from a job.

Quickly I get off the bed, cover my nakedness, and put on the bikini.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks and I don’t look back at him as I walk out. I move as fast as possible, hoping to get as far away as I can.

Once outside, I jump into my car and drive.

It takes me ten whole minutes before I realize I’m driving in the wrong direction, and I have to do a U-turn and head back the right way.

God.What the hell is seriously wrong with me? I’m falling apart, slipping away, and doing shit that doesn’t make sense. None of my actions make sense, and now I’ve fallen into this hole of shit with this guy I don’t want to know or feel for.

It was the touch—the way I touched him. That’s what made us snap.

It was too gentle, too sensual, too passionate for whatever we’re supposed to be.

Whatever it was, I can’t allow it to happen again.

I reach home an hour later and drag on a pair of shorts and T-shirt before I enter the house. Questions would be raised if I walked in wearing a bikini.

I told Mom and Cal I’d be hanging out at a friend’s house, so they’d probably think we were swimming or something. I still wouldn’t do it, though.

When I step out of the car, I force Chad out of my mind. I don’t want him in my head anymore, screwing with me.

The intimacy clouded my judgment, along with the fact that being with him was different from anyone else I’ve ever been with.

He’s different, and he makes me feel different.

And… I can’t deny that I’m actually attracted to him.

I’ve felt attraction before, just not at this magnitude. That’s something I have to work through on my own, and fast.

I need to remember why I’m doing this and not get sidetracked by the intense emotions that take over when I’m with Chad. I also need to watch myself when he does things like he did tonight.

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