Page 28 of Baked

“Not a chance!” I pushed through the crowd and aimed for the exit.

Indi slammed her fists into my back, grunting as she tried to break free. “Let me fucking go!” I slapped her ass and she gasped and fell silent. Within minutes, I found a hallway that led past the bathrooms to the back exit. It was dark, tucked away from the main part of the club and drenched in red lighting.

Perfect.

I repositioned Indi over my shoulders and headed down the hall. She squirmed again, kicking so hard she slipped right through my arm and hit the floor. “Ah fuck!” She landed hard on her ass.

“You done acting like a drunk fool?” I asked. She glared up at me.

I reached my arm out to help her up, but she slapped it away. “I don’t need you to fucking save me, Haze!” Indi groaned as she stood, stumbling and wiping her skirt. “I was doing just fine on my own until you showed up!” Her words were slightly slurred.

I stared at her fidgeting, the only light coming from the red lighting above. “I thought the whole reason you came here tonight was to not be alone?” Her eyes glared back at me. “So,which is it?” I stepped in her direction, closing in on her. “Do you want to be alone?” She backed into the wall with a soft gasp. “Or do you want to be with me?” Her breathing increased as she watched me. “Well? Which is it, Indi?” I leaned closer, my hair almost touching her face. “Answer me,” I growled, slamming my arms against the wall on either side of her.

“I—” Her mouth quivered in silence, those fucking green eyes burning into my soul. The tension between us thickened ,and I felt my body itching, craving to feel hers.

Say it.

“I—I didn’t want to be alone.” Her slightly slurred words hit my ears.

“And who do you want to be with, Indigo?” I whispered. “Tell me.” Her body told me the answer, torturing my carnal desire for her. I wanted to ram my dick so far up her tight pussy and consume her very air, but I had to be patient. Not because I wanted to wait, but because I wanted to hear her say it. To admit the sick truth she tried to hide. Indi opened her mouth to speak, but instead of forming words, she leaned forward and kissed me. Hard. Her hands wrapped around my neck and tangled through my hair. She pulled me closer as I fell into her body and lost all control.

“Fuck,” I moaned into her mouth, kissing her back twice as hard as I gripped her face. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Indi was pushing into me with her body, fully aware of who I was. She was obviously starved, begging to be fed, and I was going to fill her up.

The bathroom door next to us swung open as a random guy stepped out, pulling our focus away as we broke free from one another. The man completely ignored us, disappearing into the club. Indi smiled, her cheeks burning. She grabbed my shirt and led me into the bathroom in a hurry. We both laughed, so fucking far gone. I shut the bathroom door and locked it, lookingback at Indi. She was standing against the bathroom counter, breathing so heavily as I slowly stepped towards her, those fucking eyes of hers burning into mine. I was cautious, unsure if she wanted to continue what we started, or if she was going to suddenly realize how wrong this was. But she didn’t say a word, only bit her lower lip.

Fuck, I want you so bad. So fucking bad.

My body pressed against hers, my hand sliding along her collarbone. I brushed her hair back and gripped the back of her neck, forcing her head closer. She gasped and opened her mouth, and I couldn’t look away. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Fuck.

My grip tightened around the back of her neck as my jaw tightened with what little restraint I possessed. “Are you sure? ‘Cause there’s no turning back from this, Indi.” I leaned in close, my mouth hovering over hers.

“I know,” she whispered against my face.

My free hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her mouth wide. “No, I don’t think you do. I’m not Carter, Indi. I’m not some pampered frat boy who plays things safe. I’m sick and twisted. And I don’t play by the rules.” She shuddered against me. “I will fuckingbreakyou, little sis.” The faint moan that dripped from her mouth was all I needed.

With one swift motion, I slammed my mouth into hers and lifted her body onto the bathroom counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as we made out with such hot and raw intensity. Years worth of building tension boiled to the surface and flooded between us. My tongue glided along the roof of her mouth, tasting her with a low snarl. Her fingers slithered through my hair, pulling me closer much like her legs. Herbody rubbed against my swollen bulge, and I knew she must be dripping for me.

My mouth traveled from hers, kissing her neck as I ran my tongue along her skin and made my way down. She panted and groaned, liking what I was doing, her back arching. She leaned back and let me taste her flesh, widening her legs. My hands played with her body, feeling her breasts and curves. I couldn’t control myself, touching her every place possible. This was the fantasy I had been dreaming about for so long, and now that it was here, I couldn’t contain my excitement and eagerness.

Indi leaned further back as my mouth reached her thigh, kissing her delicately. My hands squeezed her legs, and I kissed her lower, moving towards her pussy. “Yes,” she cried out as I inched closer. I lifted her skirt and moved her panties aside as I nestled my head between her legs. Her pussy was beautiful, glistening from her wetness and waiting patiently for me to take a bite.

So fucking perfect.

My nose rubbed her swollen clit before replacing it with tongue. She jolted at my touch, leaning closer as I swirled around and massaged her, topping it off with a kiss. Indi whined and moaned, pulling my head closer. I pushed through her folds and slithered into her tight pussy, shoving deep. Indi cried out, rocking against my face. I groaned into her body, gripping her hips as I yanked her closer and began to eat her out, desperately enjoying myself and wanting to make her feel so fucking good.

Everything was fucking perfect. Indi was soaking my tongue as her walls tightened around me. I wanted to make her come. No, I wanted to make her squirt. To soak my face and leave me dripping in her orgasm.

“Haze,” she breathed.

That’s right. Say my name.

“Haze.” She tapped my head. “Stop.”

“I can’t,” I groaned into her, my own orgasm building. I wanted her so fucking bad, to come all over her pretty face, but I wanted to please her first.

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