Page 83 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
“She also had a massive crush on the boy who constantly gave up the lunch his grandma packed for him.”
Andros was completely still, but my eyes filled with tears, just remembering Charla’s various posts. “She wrote a lot about you. Might even have been as obsessed as I was. But knowing you were that selfless … learning that was the kind of guy you were, or wanted to be, it made me cry. It made you perfect.”
Andros’ hand was on the back of my head not a second later, his dick pressing against my lips. I opened and it slid inside. “Fuck, Hayley, fuck.”
I slid my hands up his thighs and then gently scratched down, like I’d wanted to do all night. At the same time, I increased the suction on him. I couldn’t take him very deep in this position, but he didn’t seem to mind. He gently pumped his hips back and forth a little, fucking my face.
The noises he made drove me insane. I was already turned on, but when I looked up and saw his abs flexing over me, felt his hand tighten in my hair whenever I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, watched his pecs shudder in pleasure—all of that made me even wetter than I’d been. I spread my legs wantonly.
But there was nothing and no one there to touch me, yet. I sucked harder, shoving my head up the tiniest bit so Andros could get a better angle and get deeper. He did and I reveled in how the headboard creaked as he clenched his fist around it while he used my mouth.
“Just like that, Hayley, stay right there baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Andros ripped himself out of my mouth and panted as he loomed over me for a second. I tried to reach for him, but he released the headboard and swatted my hand away. “No.”
“But—”
“It’s your turn.”
I shut the hell up then. I wanted my turn so badly that my feet were already sliding back and forth against the sheets, toes curling. The fact that he’d fucked my face was so dirty and it had turned me on so much that I was betting I’d explode from a single swipe of his fingers.
I think he knew that. Because as he slid down my body, he avoided the area between my legs all together. He let his lips dance over my neck, teasing as his fingers traced up and down my sides.
“More,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he growled, swiping his five o’clock shadow over my neck in a move that made my body pulse with lust. “If you spied on me enough, you must have seen—”
“Your sex tapes? Yeah. Saw those a few times,” I breathed.
He tweaked a nipple and my back arched up. But he released it too soon. “How many times?” he questioned.
“A lot. Okay? I dunno how many times.” They had been hot, so hot that I had used them instead of porn on more than one occasion.
I reached for his torso but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them together in one of his. He held them by his chest as he growled, “It’s my playtime. And if you watched those videos, you’ll know, you’re not allowed to move.”
He slowly lowered my linked hands until they were on my low belly, fingers just above my crotch. If I just swiped my pinkie fingers—
“This is a test.” Andros leaned down and whispered in my ear. “If you fail this test, I won’t let you come.”
A whine escaped my lips but that only made him chuckle darkly which, in turn, only turned me on more. If I had been allowed to rub my thighs together, they would have been soaked. But I didn’t. I stayed perfectly still.
“Good girl,” he soothed.
And damn if that praise didn’t make a smile spread across my face.
Andros smiled down at me and then leaned forward to lightly kiss my lips. “I can’t believe you’re such a stalker,” he teased.
“Did I forget to mention all the photos I have of you pasted inside my closet at home?”
I loved his resulting smile. It was a cross between naughty and amused and something I’d never seen before. He didn’t say anything further, just leaned back over me and used the tip of his tongue to trace the side of my neck. Then he blew on it.
I couldn’t help it. I writhed underneath him, because the sensation was just so intense.
Immediately, he moved my clasped hands overhead so that I couldn’t touch myself. He waited, hovering above me, until I calmed—at least externally. Inside, my heart was fluttering like a bird on its first attempt at flight.
“We’re going to try that again. And again. Until you can hold still for me.”
It took three more tries and more self-restraint than I ever would have imagined possible. But finally, I managed only to arch my back the tiniest bit when Andros’ soft breath wafted over my sensitive neck.
“So good,” he murmured, nipping my earlobe.
