Page 54 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Fuck, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t remember,” he rasps, groaning again when I slide my hand over his inner thigh. “They were college guys. A gay couple.”

I cock my head at that, curling my fingers beneath his waistband. “You like threesomes, Lev?”

He doesn’t answer so I look up at him, pulling my brows in when I catch the look in his eyes.

“What happened with the girl..” he starts, looking torn between anger and heat at the memory. “That’s never happening again. I won’t share you, Wren. Not now.”

I nod and pull his sweats down over his ass, ignoring the way my heart skips a beat at the thought of him owning me like that. He leans up on his elbows to watch me and I lift my eyes to his, taking his cock in my hand to slide my tongue from the base to the tip and back again. I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes darken to black and he bites his lip, silently waiting for whatever I’ll do next. Ignoring the sudden nerves rushing through me, I dip my head and wrap my lips around the length of his cock.

“Jesus, fuck,” he jolts, making me grin.

Confident I’m doing it right, I work the base in my hand and continue to suck him off, waiting for the weirdness to freak me out, but it doesn’t. I like it, and judging by the way he’s damn near losing his shit beneath me, he likes it, too.

“Choke me,” I rasp, taking his hand to move it to the back of my head.

He groans like he’s being tortured but does as he’s told, tangling his fingers in my hair to hold me down on him. “Let go of my dick and open your mouth.”

I do and he lifts his ass off the bed, slowly rolling his hips up to fuck my throat. The sensation makes me gag a little bit and he tries to pull out, tipping his head back on his shoulders when I take his waist to hold him there, not letting him go.

“Fuck, Wren,” he moans, making me feel like the motherfucking king of the world when his eyes roll back in his head.

His grip on my hair tightens to painful and I grin, knowing he’s close.

“You want it in your mouth?”

I can’t speak so I nod, taking him even deeper to set him off. His cock pulses against my tongue and I look up at him, enjoying myself a lot more than I thought I would while I watch him fall apart. His cum shoots down my throat and I swallow as much as I can without choking on it, keeping my lips wrapped around him to make sure I get it all.

“Fuck me,” he rasps, quickly sitting up to pull me into him despite the lack of air in his lungs. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot you look right now?”

I lick both corners of my lips and pull his mouth to mine, forcing him to taste himself the same way he did me all those months ago. The greedy fucker sucks on my tongue and pops the button on my jeans to take my cock out, pulling me down on him to straddle his thighs.

“You ready to come for me?” he teases my lips, smirking when I nod.

He leans back on one hand and strokes my painfully hard cock with the other, somehow knowing what I want without having to ask. My breathing picks up and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, dropping my eyes to the hickeys and scratch marks I left all over his body. My eyes darken at the edges and I come with a groan, grinding my ass on his lap while I mark his abs with my own release.

Mine.

Chapter Sixteen

Levi

I wake up to find my arms and legs wrapped around Wren Kingston with his back to my chest, fucking loving the way his hot body feels pressed up against mine. I’ve never shared a bed with another person before, never even crept into my parent’s room when I was a kid, the soulless assholes they are, but I can’t deny it feels pretty damn good to wake up like this.

Don’t get used to it, idiot.

I ignore that and listen to him breathe a while, half hoping this moment lasts forever, but then he mutters something I don’t catch and shifts his hips a little bit, rubbing his ass on my dick.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, sliding my hand over his abs to keep him there.

Still half asleep, he takes my wrist and moves it lower, not stopping until the tips of my fingers brush the waistband of his boxers. I give him what he wants and drop my mouth to the black angel wings on the back of his neck, groaning when I feel how hard he is for me. Unable to move the arm beneath his head, I let go of his cock and push his boxers down to his thighs, grinning to myself when he growls in protest.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh, you’ll like it,” I whisper, taking my dick out to push the tip against his ass.

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