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Sucking in another breath, I hook my thumbs beneath the straps of my dress and allow it to join Jules’ on the floor. Arms circling her waist, I fuse our lips once more and move us back to where my dead abuser sits. I’m already cringing thinking about taking his dick, about taking him without any sort of protection, but it is what it is. I’ll have to get myself checked out once this is said and done.
That’s if they actually let us out of here alive.
For all I know, this could all be a lie and we’ll wind up dead anyway.
“Focus on me,” Jules reiterates. “Just sit and focus on me.”
I do as she asks, straddling this man’s legs. She holds my hands as I lower myself, tears springing from my eyes as I feel the tip breach my lips. Once I’m fully seated, begging myself not to throw up all over again, Jules sinks to her knees. I have two seconds to process what she’s about to do, literally two. Next thing I know, her tongue’s grazing my clit, green eyes trained on me as she does it. I swear on all things holy if I didn’t have a dick inside my body right now, it wouldn’t take much for her to make me come.
“Now move,” the masked man instructs. “Ride it like you mean it.”
So I do. I don’t mean any of it, but I don’t even feel it. All I can see, hear, and feel is Jules. She’s never done this before, never eaten pussy, and yet she’s eating me like she’s done it every day for the last ten years. She doesn’t just lick it, she slurps it between her lips, tongues it in perfect circles. One hand snakes up my torso to my tits where she pinches a nipple.
“Fuck,” I hiss, throwing my head back. “Where the fuck did you learn to do this shit, Jules?”
I can’t see her shrug, but I feel it, along with the light graze of her teeth against my clit. “I’m just doing to you”—slurp—“what I like done to me.”
“I wanna taste you.”
“You will, soon.”
“I wanna taste you now. Can I?” That question is directed to the sick masked fuck who’s standing there stroking his dick at the performance before him.
Goosebumps litter my skin at the sight of him.
I feel beyond dirty right now, just wanna get off this—
“Go for it,” he husks out. “You’ve obliged quite beautifully and without resistance. Fulfill your darkest desires.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m shooting off my abuser and grabbing Jules with a quickness. Flinging her into the bed behind me, I rip her legs apart and go for it, running my tongue from her ass up to her clit. She shudders and opens wider, welcoming me to take what I want, and fuck do I want it. Despite everything happening around us, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and goddamn is it amazing. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. She’s fuckingtighterthat I imagined. So warm and wet, and fucking mine.
Assaulting her clit with my tongue, I shove two fingers in her pussy and crook them against that one sweet spot. She’s surprisingly wet already, and if the circumstances were different, if we were alone and at home, I’d be withdrawing and sliding my cunt on hers right about now.
You know what?
Fuck it. There’s no guarantee we’ll make it home. I can’t die not knowing what she feels like against me. Rising off the floor, I climb onto the bed and position myself at the perfect angle. The second my pussy touches hers, I nearly explode.
“Holy shit,” she moans as I pick up the pace. “That feels so good.”
Yes, yes it fucking does.
There’s nothing like this honestly, no comparable feeling, but it feels even better because it’s with her—the girl I love and would do anything to protect.
Epilogue
Kaia
Three months later…
September rolled into October, October into November, and November into December. We’re officially on Winter Break, and in just two days, we’ll be going back home to Charlotte to spend Christmas with our families. What they don’t know is that Jules and I far exceed best friends at this point.. My parents won’t be surprised in the slightest, Ma always used to say I had a thing for Jules despite how much I denied it, but I’m worried about what Jules’ parents will think. To their knowledge, their daughter is a straight female. Now she’s going to come home from college with agirlfriendin place of her bestie.They’re both loving, very open-minded people, and I know they believe everyone is free to love who they love, but still, it’s nerve wracking.
Jules, though? She doesn’t seem the least bit fearful about coming out of the closet, a closet I don’t think anyone ever expected her to come out of, myself included. The only reason why she hasn’t mentioned to them we’re dating yet is because shewantedto wait for the holidays to do it, so I respected her wishes and shut my mouth.
The one thing we definitely won’t be telling anyone? What happened that night at the manor. That’s a secret we promised to take to the grave. I mean, I… I killed someone in cold blood. Just thinking about it threatens to ruin me. Did he deserve it after what he did to me? Yes. But I never thought I could actually take someone’s life. I’m still having flashbacks about it, especially since we haven’t been able to figure out who those masked people are. Sometimes I even wake up in a cold sweat, panting for air, but having Jules beside me to shush me back to sleep has been a godsend. I don’t think I’d make it through or be able to navigate my emotions without her.
That’s the perk of falling in love with your best friend. They know you, know what soothes you...
“Babe!” she calls from the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
