Page 167 of Seeds of Malice
Be Avery.
I lift my chin and purse my lips, staring at her.
"I need to hear it," she says, her hot breath merging with mine.
"I want you, Lilly," I lie.
Her lips curve as she quickly kisses me.
I stare at her, my heart beating so fast I think it might push out of my chest.
She drags her finger over my spine, beaming. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
I shake my head and giggle.
Why was I worried?
That wasn't a big deal.
She surprises me, once again pressing her mouth to mine and flicking her tongue with urgency against mine.
I freeze.
"She's a homophobe," a girl declares from the crowd, reminding me we're on a stage.
"I'm not—" I try to turn my head.
Lilly firmly grasps my hair, holding my head so I can't move, and whispers in my ear, "It's just a part, Ivy. Don't give her the satisfaction." Then she slides her tongue back into my mouth.
"Homophobe," the girl hurls again.
My insides quiver.
Pretend it's Dax.
I force myself to kiss Lilly back.
She tightens her hold on me, and I do my best to kiss her how I would kiss Dax.
She moves her fingers between us and grazes the top of my thong, kissing me deeper until my head spins, and I whimper.
Endorphins rush through me.
She grinds her lower body. The heat from her pussy penetrates mine. She pushes me back.
I lose my balance, falling to the mattress. She never takes her mouth off mine.
I close my eyes, my body throbbing, confused as to why I'm not disgusted. I tell myself to end this, but I don't do anything to stop her from kissing me.
Lilly moves her mouth down my neck to my breasts and licks my nipple.
"Oh God," I murmur and slide my hand in her hair, pushing her against me just like I do Dax.
As more adrenaline hits me, her mouth moves lower, and she kisses my pussy through the crocheted material.
What am I doing?
I push her away, sit up in the bed, and scoot back, a cold chill running down my spine.
