Page 35 of Heart of a Killer

Then I grab her by the neck and pull her to my lips. Skimming my tongue along the seam, I urge her to grant me access. Her mouth finally opens, allowing me to slip in. My head grows light as her soft tongue massages mine. We begin a war with our mouths and teeth clashing as we fight for dominance.

My hands are in her hair, then I’m climbing on top of her, straddling her waist. A soft moan escapes her lips in response. My chest tightens with anticipation. I could kiss her forever; she’s like a bottled-up beam of sunlight I want to keep.

Her hands grip the bottom of my scrub top, pulling it over my head, and I’m left in a sports bra like her. My mouth is back on hers, not wasting time. The heat is already building in me when she squeezes my breasts, kneading them through the fabric.

I push her sports bra up, forcing it over her head and off her. Her luscious breasts fall slightly to the sides, and I grab them up in my palms. I trail my tongue around her deep maroon areola, making the nipple stand erect. Latching onto it with my teeth, I give it a little tug, making her sharply inhale.

“Little trailer trash likes the pain.”

She whimpers in response, and I place my hand over her throat again, taking her mouth with mine. She tastes of mint and cherries as my tongue rubs against hers. Her hips begin to lift to meet mine, and the low throb in my clit pulses harder.

I move to kiss along her neck and down the valley of her breasts. My hand trailing along her side makes her shiver. When I get to the hem of her scrub pants, I tug at them.

“Brie,” she moans.

“Yes, Sky?”

“I wanna taste you too.”

The warmth I felt before is now an inferno within my chest, and the butterflies take flight in my belly. I haven’t let anyone near me since Amanda. It’s different doing stuff to Skylar and with Leland. Letting Skylar taste me will be like erasing Amanda, in a way. Is it time to finally let someone else in?

Skylar realizes my hesitation and sits up.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do,” I protest and stand up quickly to pull my scrub pants down.

I don’t want her to feel like I’m rejecting her again. I want her. I want this, but I’m unsure what that means for my memories of Amanda. My limbs tighten at the thought.

“If you’re nervous, we can taste each other at the same time.”

I nod because that might actually work. If I can focus on Skylar, then my mind won’t linger on thoughts of Amanda.

“Okay, come on, rich bitch. Sit on my face,” she demands with a grin and a quirk of her eyebrow. “I wanna know what a Barbie tastes like.”

That lights a fire in me, a challenge I can take.

“I’ll show you Barbie,” I retort, leaping onto the bed and straddling her face.

She took off her pants when I took off mine, leaving us both exposed. My nose is already running over her mound. She lifts her hips and responds. I shiver as her tongue licks up my center, giving special attention to my clit.

I run my finger down through her arousal before plunging into her warm heat and hooking my finger up, massaging the rough patch deep inside. Her moans vibrate against my core before she pushes her fingers inside me. Her other hand runs over the sensitive bundle of scar tissue on my thigh, sending electricity to my center and making my pussy pulse around her. It’s like a war between us, our bodies the battlefield.

The pressure builds, and I lose focus, sucking on her clit as my pussy clenches around her fingers. My hips begin to rock into her as the mounting ecstasy pours over, and I’m panting over her sex. As soon as I come back from my orgasm, I work my fingers in her again, trying to make it one for one.

Her cunt pulsates around my fingers, and I wrap my arm around her leg so I can reach her ass more easily. I spit onto my middle digit before massaging around her puckered hole. When I begin working both entrances and suction my mouth around her clit, her body begins to shake uncontrollably. As soon as my hand starts to cramp from being under her ass, she comes apart beneath me. Her moans are loud. I press my vagina into her mouth to muffle her screams and let her continue to ride her orgasm on my fingers. The vibrations against my sex make me come again.

She finally goes limp, and I remove my fingers with her arousal dripping from them.

I wipe us off with one of her towels hanging on her desk chair, and we cuddle in her bed for a minute, coming down from our high.

“That was amazing,” she says, astounded.

“Yeah?” I can’t help my grin.I did that.

“Mmhmmm,” she hums in pure bliss. “Brie?”

“Yeah?”

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