Page 3 of Make Her Bleed
I think the blond one is Rowe and the sheepish, red-head guy is Desmond. I heard one of the other guys talking to them earlier.
Rowe is scanning his eyes up and down my body and those deep blue eyes of his stare at my tits a bit too long for my liking.
"Pizza is on the menu, dipshits. Not me," I sass.
Honestly, if Rowe wasn't being a creep about it, I might entertain it. I'm not into relationships, and sex is just to get off. I don't screw creeps, though.
"Hey, dickheads. Leave her alone. Seriously," a guy behind them says before shoving them away.
"We're just messing around, Blaine," Rowe grumbles before walking away with Desmond.
"Thanks," I mutter before smirking at him.
Blaine sends me a curt nod before smiling. "No problem. It's Aria, right?"
"Yeah. They've been gawking at me since they arrived," I say, rolling my eyes at the stupidity.
If a high school boy wants to screw a girl don't they know it's better to talk to them than just stare like a creep?
"In their defense, you're really beautiful and they're used to hot girls throwing themselves at them with absolutely no effort on their part. That's just how Royal City is. A bit insane, right?"
The compliment is really sweet.
"My dad came from the minor leagues. I'm well aware how some girls go sex-crazy over football players. Not me though. I usually don't screw jocks," I admit, completely unashamed.
"Usually?" he asks, a hint of hope in his eyes.
"I … could be persuaded." I flirt a bit, my cheeks heating up, and the look in his eyes let me know everything.
He hopes to persuade me straight into his bed, and based off this very limited conversation, I’d say he is way ahead of those dipshits in his chances.
CHAPTERONE
ARIA
Three Months Later…
"Fucking hell." Blaine grunts as he pins my hips against the bathroom sink, ramming his cock into me from behind.
"We need to be quiet," I hiss as he hikes up my skirt more, pushing my knee onto the counter.
"Shit, sorry. You just feel so good." He groans as I slam my hand back over my mouth.
I'm not a slut but I'm not a virgin either. I have the same needs as every other high school girl. With my refusal to date, I have to get my pussy wet somewhere. It just so happens that Blaine is a good friend who enjoys fucking me. Usually we can be loud as hell when we get our rocks off, but his mom is home today.
I need my sex to get through the stress that comes with school, even if I don’t get off. I know a lot of guys my age aren’t experienced enough to make me cum. The pleasure of feeling him move inside me is enough.
If anyone knew about me and Blaine, I'd be labeled as the class slut, but luckily, neither of us wants anyone to know we screw on a nearly daily basis.
He has no intention of trying to push for more, thank god. I like Blaine, but I want my freedom. I don't need a boyfriend. All I need is someone to fuck me on a regular basis.
Once he gets off, we fix our clothes and exit the bathroom before his mom has a chance to notice anything is off. She's still on the phone in the kitchen talking to her sister out in California about the upcoming holiday season and their plans.
"You're getting to be insatiable," Blaine whispers as I flip my textbook back open.
We're set up in the living room, and even though his books are across the rug, he's right up next to me, his hand riding dangerously close to my ass.
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" I joke then feel his smooth lips kissing along my shoulder.
