Page 25 of Bleeding Hearts (Pine Valley College #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY

I take her back to my place since it’s closer.

Carefully sitting her on my bed, I get the first-aid kid she actually bought me after one too many drunken falls and kneel, carefully cleaning her feet.

There is only one deep cut, and it doesn’t look like it will need stitches, but I’ll make her get checked in the morning just in case.

I bandage them then look up at her, placing a gentle kiss over the top of each foot as she watches me. She’s quiet for once, and I remember the way she squirmed in my arms earlier. She didn’t get off.

She’s been such a good girl tonight, she deserves it, and I have another wicked thought.

She’s just so easy to tease, I can’t resist, especially now that I’ve decided I’m all in with her. She wants me, so she can have me. I’m tired of holding back.

I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

It’s time to take what’s mine.

Her skirt slid up when she sat, and I see some bruises on her thigh. For a moment, anger flares through me as I run my hand over them. “Is this from the crowd?”

She nods, and I frown, hating that she got hurt while I was right there. It will never happen again. I press my lips to the bruises as she pouts.

“Did it hurt?” I murmur as I slide my lips back and forth over her skin. Her eyes are wide as she nods. “Anywhere else?”

She nods again, and I have to bite back my smile. She’s so fucking cute. She’s brazen and bold until I start touching her, and then she melts in my hands. I fucking love it.

“Show me where else they hurt you,” I murmur. She nods and touches her other thigh. I place a kiss there, then she points again, and I kiss that spot as well. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted as I kneel before her, and she slides down, her skirt gathering at her waist.

She lifts it higher, flashing her lacy panties as she wiggles on my bed. “Here,” she murmurs, pointing to her hip, just below the lace of her underwear.

Leaning in, I place a hard, possessive kiss there before sliding my tongue over the spot. She gasps and arches up as I pull back.

Lifting her hips, she points to her ass. “Here.”

“Poor baby, it must have hurt,” I murmur as I sweep my tongue over the light abrasion.

She nods as she watches me.

The innocent yearning in her eyes is my undoing. She doesn’t even know what she needs, but I do, and I can give it to her.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I meet her gaze as I lick my lips.

She’s so fucking delicious. My coat is gone, and she’s braless, wearing this little white crop top with her nipples pebbling against the material, begging to be sucked.

I wrap my lips around one and suck as she arches her back with a moan.

Pulling away, I grin. “Did they touch here?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she replies desperately.

Turning my head, I suck on the other bud, but the material is in my way.

I want to see her pretty tits, so I slide my hands over her hips and up her toned stomach, dragging the shirt up as I go until her chest is exposed.

Her perky breasts tumble free, her ripe nipples standing at attention as I pinch one and suck the other.

She cries out, her hips moving restlessly in her desire.

A blush stains her chest and spreads up her neck to her face as I play with her.

“I’ll kiss it all better, won’t I, baby?” I murmur as I cup and squeeze them. “Look at these perfect tits.”

“They are little,” she whispers.

“A perfect handful,” I correct as I slide my tongue over the underside of her breast, tasting her before suckling her nipple again until she cries out, and then I bite down. She jerks, and when I pull away, I see my teeth imprint on her flesh, making my possessive side roar in happiness.

“Lally.” She pants my name, and the way she claims it rewires my brain. Sliding my mouth up her throat, I kiss her and demand she part her lips. She does, and I tangle my tongue with hers as her fingers grip my hair as she kisses me back. When I pull away, she whines.

“Want to know why I love that you’re a virgin?” I murmur against her mouth. “Virgins get wet so easily. They are so fucking excited for everything. I love it. Are you wet for me, baby?”

She nods and tries to kiss me, but I pull away.

“Good. I want my bed drenched with your cum before dawn,” I tell her.

“I’m not stopping until it is. I want you to come so many times you won’t even know your own name.

Now, spread your thighs and tell me where else they touched you.

Let me kiss it better for you. I’ll take care of my baby, and if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, I’ll fuck that tight little virgin pussy until you realize it was made for me and no one else. ”

“Lally,” she whispers, and when I arch an eyebrow and wait, she lies back, sliding her hand down her body as she spreads her thighs, pressing her hand over her cunt. “Here.”

“Hands up,” I order, and she moves them up above her head, making me smirk as I pinch her underwear in my teeth then drag them down and off, leaving her exposed.

She’s so fucking beautiful. Her pink pussy glistens with her want, her cherry-colored nipples are raw from my mouth, and her cheeks blaze as she watches me needily.

“Look at you,” I purr as I slide my hands up her toned thighs, feeling them quiver under my touch. “So goddamn pretty.” Leaning down, I drag my lips up her thigh and hover over her cunt, letting her feel my breath. “Tell me, baby, has anyone else ever seen this pussy? Ever touched it?”

“No,” she chokes out. “Only you.”

I hum happily as I part her folds, watching her hole clench, desperate to be fucked. “Have you touched yourself?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Thinking about me?” I ask, running my eyes up her body, and she nods again. “Show me. Show me how my baby likes to be touched. Show me what made you come when you thought about me.”

She doesn’t move for a moment, so I sit back and wait. She slides her hand down her chest, parting her pussy as I watch. Her movements are unsure at first, almost shy as she circles her clit.

“Like that, baby? Did it get you off imagining it was my hands?” I ask.

“Lally,” she whispers, her fingers speeding up, rubbing her cream all over her ripe cunt.

She rubs her clit desperately with fast, sure strokes as her hips rock, and I memorize the movement. “When you touch yourself like this, do you imagine it’s me?”

“Yes.” Her back arches as she gasps, and I know she’s close. “I imagine it’s your hand, your mouth . . .”

“What else?” I press.

“That you’re pressed against me. That you lick me until I come and then?—”

“Then?” When she doesn’t finish, I knock her hand aside as she whines, stopping her before she can come. “And then, baby?”

Her blazing eyes open and lock on me, wild with lust and love.

“Then you kiss me while you taste like me before you fuck me.”

Fuck me. It’s exactly what I want too. I have to rein in my desire as I stroke the flames of hers. I need this to be good for her. I need to make her obsessed with me like I am with her.

“And you like it? Do you scream for me in this imagination of yours?” I drawl as she pants and slumps, coming down from her high.

“Yes, I scream, and you keep me quiet.” Her cheeks blaze brighter, and I grin at her embarrassment. My girl has quite the wicked imagination, and I can’t wait to do everything she fantasized about.

“How do I keep you quiet, Alice?” She bites her lower lip, so I slap her clit, and she jerks. “Tell me or I won’t touch you. I’ll leave you like this all night.”

“You make me suck on your breasts. You stuff my mouth with them so no one hears you fuck me.” Her words rush out, and desire courses through me at the idea.

Ignoring my slick pussy, I lean down and kiss her clit.

“Good girl. Good girls get rewards. There is no shame between us. I want to make your every fantasy come true, baby. I want everything you want. I want your pretty pussy gushing over my mouth and hands before I fuck you though. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” She tries to clench her thighs, but I keep them open as my finger glides over her clit.

She cries out, arching up, and I move it in maddening circles until she chases me, and then I speed up.

She’s so close that when I pinch it, she screams, and her thighs slam shut as her head thrashes on my bed.

“Look at how easily you came for me. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue,” I murmur as I keep rubbing her clit, even though she’s oversensitive. She tries to push me away, but I don’t let her. “Hands up,” I snap, and she moves them back into place as she slumps.

“I can’t?—”

“You will. You’ll come over and over again until I say otherwise. Do you understand?” I warn as I lick her clit. She watches me with lazy eyes as I slide my tongue lower and thrust it inside her, tasting her cum with a moan.

When I pull back, she’s breathing heavily, her thighs shaking, but she isn’t protesting.

“This time I’m going to eat your delicious cunt until you scream and come down my throat.

I want my whole face covered in it, baby,” I tell her as I settle on my knees and drag her farther down the bed.

I toss her thighs over my shoulder as I work my tongue across her core.

Her hips arch up, pressing her wet heat closer to my mouth, and she fists my pillow as she pants.

Her pretty breasts jiggle with the rapid movement, and I keep my eyes locked on her, drinking in her reaction as I circle my tongue around her clit with constant pressure.

She throbs against me, so I slide down and thrust my tongue inside her.

She cries out, clenching around me as her legs shake, and I know she’s close again.

“Lally,” she pleads.