Page 19 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I can look at any other guy in here and feel nothing, but with Levi.. I feel every fucking thing.

It’s fucking maddening.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Damon whispers, glancing between me and the pool. “Are you shaking?”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, flicking the lighter on my lap to keep my hands busy. “Just leave it alone, man.”

He nods in my peripheral, but I know my brother better than almost anyone.

He’s starting to see it, too.

After they caught us in his bedroom that night, I played it off and told them he didn’t mean anything to me. I said it was just a one time thing, a little bit of fun to distract myself, a fucking experiment..

I lied.

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I drop my forehead down on the black tiled wall and concentrate on the hot water running over my back, attempting to force my thoughts somewhere else, anywhere else, but it doesn’t work. The memory of his eyes on mine with my cock in his mouth has me tightening my grip on myself and I shudder, leaning my forearm on the marble above my head.

Fuck it.

My eyes fall closed and I give in to the fantasy, imagining that cocky little smirk on his face while he leans in to speak over my lips.

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

I smirk back and toss my joint on the ground, then I move to stand and grab his throat to shove his head back against the couch. He looks up at me and I lean over him, gently running my thumb over his bottom lip.

“I want this,” I admit, but it’s more than that. “I want you, Lev.”

“So take me.”.

I drag my bottom lip through my teeth and look around, noting the several pairs of eyes on us, all watching us in confusion. “Right here?”

“Right fuckin’ here.”

I grin and he grins back, taking my waistband to pull me down on him until I’m straddling his hips. He holds my eyes hostage and pops the button on my jeans, tapping my thigh to get me to lift up a bit. I do what he wants and run my hand through his hair, watching him watch me while he pulls my jeans down to my thighs. He dips his head to slide his tongue over the length of my cock and I curse, tightening my grip on his hair in warning.

“Don’t play with me.”

He opens his mouth and takes me fully, easily swallowing me down until the tip hits the back of his throat. I moan and roll my hips out, fucking loving the way his fat lips look wrapped around my cock.

“Choke me on it,” he rasps, squeezing my ass to pull me into him.

“Fuck, Lev,” I groan, snatching his hands with one of mine to pin them to the couch above his head. “Open.”

He does as he’s told and I tangle my fingers in his hair again, holding him where I need him to fuck his mouth hard and deep, just like he told me to. He gags a little bit so I pull out, giving him a three second breather while I run the tip over his bottom lip, then I shove it back inside him and fuck him even harder.

“Fuck,” I growl, tipping my head back into the spray of the water falling down on me.

With my hand wrapped around my cock and the image of fucking his tight little throat while every fucker watches me take what’s mine, I come hard with his name on my lips. My release hits the wall and I drop my head down on my forearm, staying there a minute while I attempt to calm myself down.

Jesus, fuck.

After I don’t know how long, I clean up and rinse myself off again, then I grab a clean towel from the rack and step out to wrap it around my waist. I stare blankly at the bloodshot eyes staring back at me while I brush my teeth in the mirror, then I walk out to my bedroom to pull on a pair of boxers from the drawer in my closet. I toss my towel into the laundry basket in the corner and grab my phone from the nightstand, scrubbing a hand over my mouth when I realize it’s already four am. We got home from Ryan’s just after one thirty, meaning I’ve been in there for over two hours, thinking about him..

I contemplate smoking another joint but decide against it, flicking the lights off before I drop down on my bed to stare at the ceiling a while. Just as my eyes start to close, my bedroom door opens and I look over, grabbing the corner of the blanket to pull it back for him.

“Hey.”

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