Page 72 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“All of it.”

I’ve pleased him. I can tell by the way his eyes flash with pride and hunger as he leans over me again, his hand traveling over my hip and up to my ribs. “Whose is this?” he asks, fingering the oversized shirt I’m wearing. “Is it Derek’s?”

“No, it’s mine.”

“And the clothes you were wearing the last time I was here,” he goes on. “The baggy sweats and the hoodie. Those are yours, too?”

“Yeah…”

“You like boys’ clothes, baby?”

“They’re comfy.”

He pushes the shirt up to my collarbone, his eyes on my bare breasts as he drags a finger down through the valley between them. “I want to see you in my clothes. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing them.”

“Well, you know what they say about what you want and what you get…”

His eyes flick up to mine. “I always get what I want.”

“Not this time.”

He smirks and lowers his head. “Always, baby girl.”

And then he kisses me, the dick.

I kiss him back, lifting my arms when he pulls the shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. He removes my thong next, his knuckles grazing my outer thighs before he throws that too. When I’m naked, my arms above my head, he hovers over me fully clothed, watching my face while he slowly moves his hand down to my pussy. He rubs my clit with his fingertips, teasing me, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from telling him to forget the game and fuck me right now.

“Open your pretty mouth for me.”

I lick my lips and do as I’m told, eagerly waiting for whatever he’s about to do. I cry out when he slides a finger into my pussy, his mouth coming down on mine at the same time, his tongue sliding in. He fucks me with it just like he said he would, matching the pace of his finger inside me. My toes curl as I rub myself on his palm, my hands fisting the pillow.

“Do that to me,” he says into my mouth. “With your hands. Put them on me.”

“Where?”

“Wherever you want.”

I slide my fingers into his dark hair, pulling the strands when he crooks his finger inside me. He groans, grinding against my inner thigh.

He likes that.

Eager to get one up on him, I pull harder. His hard body jerks against mine, and he crooks his finger again, rubbing my clit with his thumb to get me back.

“You’re good at that,” I rasp.

He can reach places I can’t, the tip of his long finger pressing against a spot inside me that has my thighs shaking. He adds another one, repeating the motion, and I jolt, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Wait until I eat it.” He sucks on my bottom lip, popping off before moving his mouth down to my neck.

I dig my nails into the top of his head, encouraging him to get there faster. He slows down, taking his sweet time while he kisses his way down my body. He licks my nipple and bites it gently, doing the same with the other before he moves on to my stomach. He nips at my hips, circles my navel with his tongue, and licks a line down toward my pussy.

“Kai,” I warn, lifting my ass off the bed to chase his mouth.

“Almost there, baby girl,” he says soothingly, snatching my wrist when I grab the sheet next to me. He puts my hand back on his head. “Don’t take your hands off me.”

“Okay.”

With his middle fingers still inside me, he rewards me with his tongue on my clit. I pull his hair again, harder than I did before, but he’s not complaining. He’s loving every second of it, eating my pussy like it’s the best thing he's ever tasted.

---