Page 7 of Swamp Princess
I turn my head to meet his eyes and see them roaming my body, and I can feel the need in his stare. “We can't, I don't have time.”
Blaise leans over licking the side of my ear. “You could let me fuck you with my fingers. Maybe it will take the edge off.” His lips meet my neck and my body has an immediate reaction to him. I part my legs for him as logic leaves my brain.
“Good girl,” he whispers as his hands slide between my legs. My body melts right away and I can already feel the damp spot on my underwear.
His fingers expertly circle my clit through my underwear, moaning when he feels how wet for him I am. “God, you are going to let me fuck you in this.” I shake my head, not being able to form words as his fingers push my panties aside and they dip and curl inside of me. I grasp the side door so hard, I know it will cramp after.
Blaise’s fingers dip in and out of me and I squeeze my eyes shut, letting him fuck me with his fingers, wishing I now had taken him up on finding a spot. His thumb rolls my clit and I can feel the impending orgasm. We have the windows cracked so I know I have to be quiet. I bite my cheek as he repeats his movements, setting me off.
I cum on his fingers and he smiles at me and pulls his fingers out, I watch him drag them to his mouth and suck off my cum. “You really taste amazing.” He leans forward and his mouth slams against mine. My immediate reaction is to pull away.
“Don’t.” I shy a little shakily.
His eyes turn to slits before he snaps at me. “Damn it, Brinley, your aversion for kissing is getting really fucking old. I’m not going to stop kissing you, so figure it the fuck out, or this.” He motions between us. “Ends.”
“Why are you so hellbent on fucking kissing me? I follow your wishes in the bedroom. I don’t understand why you can't accept mine.”
Rolling his eyes and leaning back, he sighs. “Kissing you is a lot different than telling you I will never let you touch my asshole.”
“I don’t see you trying to kiss others.” I snap back at him.
I hear his snort and cross my arms across my chest. “You know what? You really are fucking clueless, Brin. I don’t want to kiss them, they aren’t fucking you.”
Shocked, I turn to ask him. “What does that even mean?”
His gorgeous brown eyes meet mine, and there is something in them I haven’t seen there before. “Brinley.” My name on his lips this time sounds different too. It rolls off his lips like honey. “One of these days you will figure it out. Now get out of the car.”
Confused and now a little irritated, I make sure I am fixed before stepping out. I fix the tight black skirt, making sure it is smooth. My sky blue tie and matching thigh highs are in place and my white shirt and black jacket, I smooth into place. Now it doesn’t look like I was finger fucked in a Mustang.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Blaise says, grabbing me around the waist. Right now, I am so thankful that he parked toward the back. He looks down at me and I know he’s going to kiss me again. I steel myself because I don’t want to lose him. His mouth quirks up a little before his mouth lands on mine.
It’s not his normal red hot passionate kiss. This one sets fire to my heart and snatches my soul. I know I am doomed. When he pulls back, he looks down at me with a smile. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“You have no clue yourself.” I lean down to the car and grab my backpack, trying to avoid his gaze, but of course he grabs me again.
“What does that mean?”
Quickly debating if I want to say anything to him or not, I step back, allowing myself some room. “It means, Blaise, that the more I kiss you, the deeper my emotions will go. I can’t afford that.”
“Why?” He seems a little hurt by what I said, but it doesn’t make sense. Blaise is always the one telling me he will never be with a swamp girl. He just fucks them, and I allowed myself to be one of those tarts.
“I’m going to be late.” I sigh, too embarrassed to talk about how I stupidly fell in love with my best friend who I can’t actually have. I step away even when I hear him call out to me again. I keep walking and I flinch a little when his car door slams and his engine revs.
I keep my eyes on the front doors as students pour in. I know I don’t look bad. I went with a high ponytail, a subtle blue and white blend for eyeshadow and some nude lipstick, and a small top of lip gloss. I have on the silver heart chain Blaise bought for me and it is tucked neatly under my shirt. I smile knowing it’s there.
I feel the stares from the preps as I walk up the stairs to get to the front doors and keep my head straight. I am to go to the office and will be shown where to go from there. Their stares increase as I make my way past and the whispers start up.
“Gross, they sent a swamp bitch.”
“She makes the uniform look poor.”
“Hide your men ladies, she’s probably a whore.”
On and on it goes until an excitement I wasn’t expecting happens. Then it is a whole different set of whispers.
“KG looks so fucking fine.”
“I’m going to fuck Rem this year.”
