Page 73 of Chaos at Westbrook High

With his free hand on the back of my knee, he pushes one of my legs out and up to my ribs. Before he asks, I do the same with the other one, allowing him to see all of me.

“Good fucking girl,” he breathes against me.

Sucking my clit into his mouth, he pushes his fingers in deeper. He finds that spot again and doesn’t let up, driving me wild.

When I hear and feel him spit on my pussy, I drop my head back and writhe beneath him.

God. That shouldn’t be so hot.

“As sexy as you look right now, don’t tip your head back like that,” he says, reaching up to shove another pillow under my head. “Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you.”

I look at him, my body coiling tight as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge.

“Kai, don’t make me come like this.”

“Why not?”

“I want you to make me come on your dick again.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to snatch them right back, my cheeks flaming as I groan and throw my head back.

He slaps my inner thigh, and I squeal, my head lifting back up. He’s staring at me with so much desire in his eyes that it makes me forget my embarrassment.

“I can make you do both,” he says.

Our eyes lock, and he spits on my pussy again. I moan, fisting his hair while I ride his fingers and tongue unashamed. I come a moment later, my thighs clamping around his head as he devours me, licking up every drop until I finally stop shaking.

I sink back into the pillows and look down at him while I stroke my thumb over his cheek. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I jolt at the oversensitivity, shoving his face away. He hits me with a slow, cocky smirk while he crawls back up my body, pushing his sweats down beneath his balls. I lean up on my elbows to look, my eyes rounding at how big and hard he is.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” I say dumbly.

“Neither were you the last time I came here.”

“That’s because I was in a towel when you knocked,” I say defensively. “I had to get dressed quickly. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“All these lies you tell me,” he taunts. “You can stop, you know? You can say whatever you want to me. I’ll never judge you.”

“Maybe not, but you’ll be a cocky motherfucker about it.”

“I’ll do that, yeah.”

I huff through my nose and grab the hem of his hoodie, pushing it up his body. I’m not as smooth as he was while he was undressing me, and it gets stuck, making him laugh as I try to yank it off his head. I do a better job with his shirt, tossing it down onto the pile on the floor. I get my first proper look at his body and?—

Holy fuck.

“You want these gone?” He’s waiting with his thumbs hooked beneath his waistband at his hips, but I’m too busy gawking at him to give him an answer. “Hailey?”

I snap my lips shut and sit up in front of him, flattening my palms on his abs as my eyes travel over the several tattoos decorating his skin. They start at his knuckles and weave up both arms, over his shoulders, his chest, and up to his throat. Mesmerized, I move my hands a little higher, tracing the eye inside the triangle on his chest with my finger.

“Turn around.”

Wordlessly, he turns around and sits down on the bed in front of me. I study the ink on his back, rising on my knees to slide my hands over his shoulders. I wrap my arms around him, lower my head, and trail my lips over the angel wing on the side of his neck, enjoying the way he moans deep in his throat and grabs the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I flick my tongue out, feeling his pulse fluttering wildly against it.

“God, baby.”

Moving around to his front, I kneel on the bed between his legs and push him down on his back. I want to hear him moan again. I want to drive him as wild as he drives me.

He curses at the look in my eyes.

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