Page 72 of Dirty Roulette

I lift one of her legs and pull it higher against my waist. I want to be deeper, feeling every single inch of her.

I can’t control myself. I pick up speed, and her whimpers and moans match mine.

I’m not the type to honestly moan, but I’m so far deep inside her I can’t help it.

Her breasts bounce up and down with each smack.

Fuck, it’s sexy. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room.

The headboard rattles against the wall. Her nails bury deep into my skin.

“Leave marks on me, baby. Show everyone how good I make you feel.”

My heart is beating so hard, I think it’s going to pop out of my chest.

“You feel so good,” she gasps, and I’m having to grasp the headboard of the bed pounding into her, milking every second. “Harder!”

Why is she doing this to me? The way she’s talking to me is going to make me explode and I know I haven’t made her come yet.

I slow down with each thrust. I bend down to kiss her, and suck on her tongue, pulling my dick in and out of her.

Her opal eyes are all on me, meeting mine as I push back into her.

With each thrust, her eyes look deeper into me.

I can’t stop myself, and I slam back into her. Her eyes gloss over. And I do it again. I pump slowly out and pound quickly back in again. There it is, the look in her eyes, the way she bites her swollen bottom lip.

“Come for me, Payton. I wanna hear you.” I sit up on my knees, securing her legs at my waist, and start pounding into her like there is no tomorrow.

She arches her back, and she’s tightening around me.

She clenches her legs tightly, but I spread them wide open and keep myself deep inside her.

Her gasps and sighs fill the room as she moans my name while she rides out her release.

I slip out of her, grasping her hips as I flip her over on the bed – her ass up, and her milky white back in my view as I take her from behind.

She glances back at me, her cheeks swollen and red.

Hungry blue eyes, begging for more. I ease back into her, clenching her ass, and I groan before pounding back into her.

Her ass cheeks ripple with each trust. She’s gorgeous.

Taking all of me, and she tightens her walls around my shaft.

She’s moaning my name again. I grasp the base of her neck, lifting her so her back is pressed against my chest as I find a steady rhythm.

“Come again for me,” I whisper into her ears. I’m done for – her tightness, her clenching every inch of me, her throaty moans – I’m almost there.

I pull out, flipping us both over so she can ride me.

Smooth legs straddle me, and I’m ready to explode the second she eases my length back inside her.

“Come inside me!” She whimpers with her head tilted back.

Her palms press against my chest as she moves her hips up and down.

I slip in and out of her saturated opening.

She takes her time, and it’s building the tension inside my shaft.

Our skin smacks as she picks up the pace.

As much as I want to make love to her all night, I’m coming hard before I even realize it.

I grasp her hips to keep her in place and beat into her opening from beneath her.

Pounding into her at a brutal pace. She tightens around my length again and her soft whimpers announce another orgasm.

I’m getting dizzy. I’m blacking out. I’m going to break my back and need a cane.

“Baby,” I groan. It’s tingling down my spine, my blood stopping as I spill inside her.

It spreads across the tip of my dick throughout every vein in my body.

I’m throbbing. It feels so good. “Oh, Payton,” I’m trembling, still pouring into her with each soft stroke.

“I love you,” I jerk, pushing in and out, as every nerve simmers down.

We pant in each other’s mouths. My tongue lapping hers and I breathe the words into her mouth. “I want to make love with you like this every night.”

The lights flick on outside the door with footsteps thudding up and down the hallway, and there is a knock on the cracked open door. Payton gathers the sheets on the bed, yanking them to her chest with a gasp and Charlie steps in with arms folded rolling her eyes.

“Girl please. I’ve seen you naked more than him. By the way, y’all are fucking gross.” She lifts a brow, grabs the door handle, and it clicks lightly as she shuts it closed.

“I guess we weren’t the only ones with this same idea,” Noah laughs on the other side of the wall.

Payton’s face falls into my chest. “Oh my god, how long have they been here?”

“Round two?” I ask.

“Shut up!” She smacks me in the chest.

***

I hit the gym late in the evening to burn off steam. The treadmill takes the abuse as I run a mile at its top speed. My muscles burn hotter than the center of the sun. Music blasts in my ears and I try to drown out the memories of sitting in a courtroom to only feel let down.

Payton’s been nothing but supportive. After each hearing, we’d lay on my bed talking through the proceedings and counting the days leading up to the verdict.

The time on the clock would speed up, and we’d start chatting in the early evening, doing homework, eating dinner and by midnight we’d end up naked between the sheets, her smooth legs wrapped around my waist as I cleansed her with pleasure.

Charlie walked in on us on Wednesday morning as I was in mid secession of making love to her best friend. It’s probably the third time. We didn’t hear the end of it from her. Something about it burning the retinas out of her eye sockets, and we need to learn how to lock the door.

I’m panting as the treadmill slows, coming to a stop and I hop off with sweat running down my face. I grab my cell and find my messages to Payton.

Ryder: I’m almost done. What do you wanna eat tonight?

Payton: I’m miserable OMG. I don’t know if you would be able to handle me.

Ryder: What, why? What’s wrong?

Payton: I have the worst cramps *Tears*

Ryder: Cramps, why do you have cramps?

Payton: OMG you’re stupid! I’m out of my shit, and bleeding to death.

Ryder: Oooh, well we can’t have that now can we.

Quickly, I shower and leave the gym in a rush.

There is a Walgreens about two miles north from the college and I drive down the streets like I’m in a high-speed chase with twenty cop cars.

When I get to the store, my sneakers squeak against the tile floor.

I’m panting and reading the labels on all the aisles.

I’m confused as hell about what I’m looking at.

For half a minute, I stared at the ugly green bag of Depends reading the back of it.

“Can I help you find something?” An older lady with a messy gray bun in a light blue shirt with the store’s logo stumbles up to me. Her trolley wheels behind her with boxes to restock the shelves.

“My girl says she’s bleeding to death, and she’s cramping and out of her shit.”

She curls her lips into her mouth as if she is sucking back a laugh at me holding a bag of adult diapers.

“Oh, she’s on her period.”

“Yeah...”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Really? Those aren’t gonna help her. She’s gonna break up with you after handing her those.” She laughs through her nose. I’m in my twenties majoring in engineering, but I have zero knowledge about vaginas and their bleeding.

I stare at the bag, hold it tight with both hands, and start sweating. “Right...”

“If you go down to the end, you’ll find the maxi pads and tampons.

Midol is by the pharmacy. It’s a hot pink box.

You can’t miss it.” She points me in the right direction and then continues to pull the trolley down the aisle, heading to the different soaps and shampoos they sell.

“If you don’t bring her some snacks, you’re as good as dead, too. ”

I put the Depends back on the shelf and pretend this conversation didn’t happen. Scratching my head, I stare at all the boxes of tampons, even more confused than I was before. Cotton, organically grown, extra absorbency, scented supers. What the hell is a Diva Cup?

I head back to the front of the store, snatch a mini cart near the double doors, and toss one of everything into the cart.

I rest a foot on the bar of the rear wheels and push myself around the store as if I’m on a skateboard.

The Midol was less confusing, but when I went to the candy sections, I had no idea what she would be in the mood for.

My head meets the cold metal handlebars, thinking back to when I’d take her and Charlie to the gas station. It’s vague, and I barely remember what they would dump on top of my bag of Flamin Hot Funyuns. A bag of M&M’s, Sour Patch Kids, and Gummy Bears. Those seem like good selections.

The freezer section barely had any ice cream flavors, but no one can go wrong with vanilla. Snatching other bags of chips fills the cart to the brim and I make my way to the check-out.

The total eats my tips from last night, but a paycheck is pending in my account with the extra hours I put in. The General manager took me off tip wages to help my finances a bit better.

When I reach the dorm room, I’m finishing off leg day by carrying all of the plastic bags that are biting into my arms as I make my way down the hallway to her room number. I knock and there is a shuffle of footsteps before the padlock against the wall unlatches.

Payton cracks open the door wearing her cute pajama shorts and my baggy Nirvana shirt. So that’s what happened to it – she stole it from my closet. The realization makes me chuckle. But for her to be bleeding to death, she sure is hotter than hell.

Her jaw drops to the floor, her eyes watering within seconds, and she starts hysterically crying. “Why do you have all that stuff?”

“You said you were out!” I lift up the bags, and she paws at them, her lips curling under her tiny sobs mixed with laughter.

“You really went and got me stuff?” She sniffles with smiles and frowns mixed together. With the back of her hand, she wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“You’re bleeding to death. I can’t lose you.”

“Oh my god, you’re insane.”

She lets me in, shutting the door and locking it. “Naomi went out with Scottie P. I don’t think she’ll be back tonight.” She shrugs, following behind me.

The bags plop to the bed. “So,” I begin awkwardly, “I didn’t know what shit you used, so I got the organically grown cotton stuff.” I pull out the plastic tube, and she takes it in her hand. “Then these had different sizes. I don’t know your vagina size... I mean, I guess I do... but...”

“What?” She laughs and takes the blue box and places it on the bed.

“Here is a Diva Cup. Maybe you know what that is? The instructions kinda scared me, but I think I’ll live.

” She digs through the bags, listening real closely with the sweetest smile on her face.

“Oh, and Midol for your cramps, I can’t have you cramping on me.

That’s a big no-no...” I pry open the box, man-handling the bottle so she can pop some right now.

“Here’s some water for that, too. I got you a bunch of candy and ice cream. ”

She wraps her arms around my neck and sobs into my shirt. “Thank you.”

I’m looking at a little over sixty days of her officially being my girlfriend.

I don’t know why I am counting when I know there is my entire life I’m going to spend with her.

Payton gathers her towel and bag of toiletries to shower.

I’m impatient and don’t want to be alone, so I stand outside the bathroom leaning against the wall, hands in my pockets, listening to the shower pitter-pattering and the sloshing of water.

She comes out smelling like strawberries and I follow her back to the dorm, where I refuse to leave and watch one of her favorite silly horror movies.

I helped her eat the little container of ice cream and at some point, I fell asleep in the middle of the movie.

When I do wake up, it’s dark, but she’s curled up on my chest.

I love her. And it hurts. It hurts how much I care about her.