Page 74 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Lowering myself down, I wrap my fingers around his dick and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I pull back, licking his precum from the tip. “Have you thought about this too?”

“More times than I can fucking count,” he confesses, his grip tightening in my hair.

“I’ve never done this before,” I say, smiling to myself when he groans and curses some more. “Tell me what to do.”

“Cover your teeth with your lips. Use your tongue.”

I nod and take him into my mouth again, my hand moving up and down in time with my lips. When his hips buck, I push myself down as far as I can go, making myself gag.

“Easy, baby. Work yourself up to it.”

I do as he says, starting off slow and taking him a little deeper each time, my spit and his precum dripping down my chin and onto my hand. When I finally get him down to the back of my throat without choking, he moans loudly and pulls me up by my hair. I grin triumphantly as he wraps my legs around his waist and sits me down on his lap, his dick resting against my pussy. That predatory look is back in his eyes as he wipes my chin with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth, tasting us both. He tries to kiss me again, but I pull back, my hand around his throat as I look down at his body once again.

You can say whatever you want to me. I’ll never judge you.

“I want another picture,” I say.

“Grab your phone.”

Getting off his lap, I lay back on the bed and grab it off the pillow. He crawls toward me and squeezes the tip of his dick. Sitting back on his heels, he yanks me closer to him, and I almost drop the phone. Fumbling with it, I open the camera app and take a picture of his tattooed body between my legs.

“You gonna send that one to me?” he asks, sliding the head of his dick over my clit.

“No. It’s mine.”

He pushes inside me with one hard thrust, and I drop the phone.

He’s bare again, but neither one of us says anything about it.

“Pick it up.” He rolls his hips back and forth, pushing his dick in and out of me. “Take a picture of me fucking you.”

I pick up the phone and snap another one. When he grabs my throat and starts fucking me for real, I say, “One more.” Turning the camera around, I hold the phone above me and take one of his inked hand around my neck. I glance at it, toss the phone aside, and grab his face to pull him down on me. He groans his approval when I kiss him first, my teeth nipping his bottom lip before I slide my tongue against his.

“You want these gone?” he asks again, reminding me he’s still wearing his sweatpants.

I nod and push his waistband down his thighs with my toes, helping him get them off so he doesn’t have to pull out. After he kicks them away, he gives me his full attention and slides his tongue back into my mouth. I open up for him, running my hands over his back and lightly dragging my nails over his skin, secretly loving the way it makes him shiver.

“Goddamn, baby.” He flexes his fingers around my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “You gonna let me in deeper?”

I nod, regretting it ten seconds later. I’m trying, but I can’t stay quiet, not when he’s fucking me like this. Our skin is slapping together and my headboard is banging against the wall, and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care enough to slow down.

“Kai, I have neighbors.”

“I know,” he says, his lips on my cheek. “They’re gonna know my fucking name by the time I’m done with you.”

Reaching behind me, I awkwardly shove a pillow up between the wall and the headboard. “If Derek comes back and hears us?—”

“He won’t,” he interrupts me. “He won’t dare come up here when he sees my car outside.”

Arrogant bastard.

“You don't know that.”

He slows and pulls back to look at me. “Are you afraid of what he’ll do to you?”

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