Page 129 of Vying Girls

‘I’ve always liked your face,’ she confesses, lowering her fingers to my lips. ‘These.’

My stomach summersaults, almost too scared to breathe in case I scare her off. ‘I remember.’

‘Mmm, bet you do.’

Her voice is harder now, her eyes too. She’s recalling the kiss I denied her. I can see it, each time she returns to the past, rifling through that part of her brain that holds true to her concocted opinion of me. What was once as easy as breathing, she now has to fight for. I can tell it angers her. She doesn’t want to believe her hatred for me all these years was wasted.

‘I’d give you that kiss now,’ I whisper, heart beating so loud I barely hear the words.

There’s no softening in her face, eyes as hard as two tiger eye stones. Guess she found the energy to hate after all.

She recovers my mouth with her hand, either to restrain me or herself. She might not want to kiss, but there’s still that goading look in her face. Repeating what I did before, I lick her palm, this time feeling an echoing twinge in my clit.

Nic’s eyelashes flutter, her breath releasing through her nose.

I keep her hand pressed to my mouth with both of mine, holding it in place as I map the lines of her palm. She shifts on top of me, breath catching as she inadvertently grinds on my leg. I look up at her with wide eyes, begging,screaming, for her to keep going.

Stiffening my thigh, I press it into her, gently, encouragingly. She pushes back, deliberately this time, a darkening coming over her face.

After a few thrusts, her mouth falls open, my chest singing with victory. She gives in, digging her knee between my legs and forcing them open. She clamps one between her own, her teeth clenched as she gasps. My own breaths are loud, warming her hand still covering my mouth. I circle it with my tongue, just like I would her clit, her thrusts matching the increasing pace.

After a moment, I push back, my eyes slamming shut as pleasure ricochets from my pussy. I groan behind her hand, surprised at my own response. Fuck, I can come from this too if I let myself.

Nic leans on her forearm, her breaths ghosting my face. ‘Bite me.’

I rake my teeth over her palm, glowing when she humps faster, half burying her face in my neck. It’s probably easier not to look at me. It’s easier for me too. I close my eyes, moving my pussy in tight circles. My heart thuds painfully hard, ratcheting up the sensitivity in my clit. I usually have to be on my front for thiskind of thing to work, but I’m already so fucking close I know it won’t take much more.

I dare to snake a hand down to her waist, touching where her top’s ridden up, enjoying the warmth of her skin, the slight fuzz on her lower back around her scars.

She doesn’t stop me touching her this time. If anything, she speeds up, her breaths frantic now, as close to coming as I am. I grasp her hip to aid her, sucking her fingers into my mouth and nipping her skin.

She gives one groan through her teeth, the sound vibrating right through me. My pussy spasms. I bite down on her fingers when it does it again, then again, my orgasm slamming into me with a force that surprises me. Nic stiffens, only her pussy moving in frantic strokes as she groans out her own orgasm.

She’s sitting up before it’s even over. She takes her damp hand and wipes it down me.

‘Don’t do that again,’ she says, the warning weakened by the breathlessness in her voice.

I smile, stretching my arms above my head and moaning at the pull in my clit. ‘We’re definitely going to win the tourney now. I can feel it.’

Nic shakes her head, my heart doing a giddy flip when she reaches out to playfully flick the tip of my nose.

‘We’re not making that a habit.’

‘Sure, Nicole.’ I snuggle into the pillow, closing my eyes with a sigh. ‘Whatever you say.’

Nic

The countryside blurs past in a kaleidoscope of green, grey and brown. Gone is the sun from yesterday, probably our savinggrace after how shit-faced the team got last night. Playing in the sun is no fun when you’re hungover. At least I was saved from having to chew them out. Coach took that honour, leaving me to glare appropriately when she’d finished her lecture.

We still won, the girls at the back of the coach riding the high with shrieks and music and probably more alcohol. I’d join them if not for the slumbering form beside me, pinning me to the window. Never been so mesmerised by the miserable countryside. Anything to block out the weight of Tilda’s head on my shoulder, the grind in my teeth as I fight to shove her off.

She’s taking liberties. Two instances of weakness and she thinks we’re back. The past erased. Wounds knitted. I’ve done well shoving it all away. I’m a master at it. But I’m not infallible. I’m weak, that much is obvious. She’s a temptation I can’t resist. A single nudge and I’m falling over myself to fall over her.

I’ve spent the last hour building up resolve. Hurtling towards Hazelhurst. Back to normality. The dark threat of Damien, the memories that come with it. And honestly, I’m hurt Josephina hasn’t called. Maybe he’s twisted her mind against me, maybe she just doesn’t care. I doubt I’m anything more than a stain in her memory.

Like the stain Tilda is in mine.

She sits up sluggishly, stretching her arms with a little mew that makes my clit twitch. Of all the things to fucking happen. If I didn’t think the universe hated me before, this confirms it. She’s got Elly, she’s got Haz. Why must she have me too? Why do I still hold a torch for the girl who should have been my first kiss? I snort softly. Suppose there’s some kind of irony there.