Page 5 of Reckless at Westbrook High

My hips buck and I groan, lifting my head to glare at him. “Stop fuckin’ talking and do something.”

Done playing with me, he shoves his tongue into my mouth and pops the button on my jeans. He reaches inside to wrap his fist around my cock and I tense up, clenching my abs at the feel of his skin on mine. I freeze for a solid three seconds, waiting for the sickness and shame to wash over me, but it doesn’t.

“You’re so fuckin’ tense,” he whispers, sliding his thumb over the precum leaking from the tip. “Relax, man. Let me take the pain away.”

I release the breath I was holding and remove my nails from my palms, leaning back on the couch to do as I’m told. As soon as I relax some, he’s on me. He moves his mouth down to my neck and I tip my head back for him, sliding my hands up to his hips to hold him down on me. He’s heavy as fuck considering he’s just as big as me and a half an inch taller, but I don’t care.

He feels like home and I need more.

“Lev..”

“What, Wren?”

“I need–” The words die in my throat and I swallow, unsure what to say. “Fuck, man, I need..”

“Me,” he says simply, sliding down to the floor to kneel between my legs. “You need me.”

My eyes darken and I look down at him, fascinated and turned the fuck on by the sight of him beneath me. He takes my cock out fully and swirls his tongue over the tip, smirking to himself when my eyes flare with something that isn’t sickness or shame.

It’s heat.

Pure fuckin’ heat.

The look on my face just seems to set him off more because he loses it, dipping his head to take me all the way down to the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” I jolt, digging my fingers into the back of the couch. “Jesus, fuck.”

He sucks my cock like a fucking pro and I fist his hair, throwing my head back when he does this thing with his tongue that has my eyes fucking rolling.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, slowly grinding my hips up to test the sensation. “Lev, man, what the fuck are you doin’ to me?”

He laughs lightly and looks up at me, teasing the shit out of me with his eyes and his tongue. “You like it?”

I nod without thinking, dragging my bottom lip through my teeth while I watch him swallow me down. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”

He does as he’s told and chokes himself on my cock, sliding his hand over my abs to dig his fingers into my skin. I moan before I can stop it and tighten my grip on his hair, shamelessly fucking his hot mouth while my entire body burns at the feel of him.

This is so fucking wrong.

But why does it feel so right?

His fat lips form a big ass grin like he heard me and I glare for good measure, but then the fucker teases my ass with his thumb and I damn near whimper.

“Oh my fucking– fuck, Lev, I’m gonna come,” I rush out, pulling his hair to get him off me, but he doesn’t move.

Instead he smacks my hands away and pins them to the couch either side of me, taking it like a champ while my cock throbs and pulses in his mouth. I come with a choked out groan and he groans right along with me, then he pops the button on his jeans and moves to straddle my thighs again. Pure, undeniable relief rushes through me and I run my hands over his thighs, frowning when he spits a mouthful of my cum down onto my abs. I open my mouth to ask what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but then he shocks the shit out of me and slides his fingers through it, using my own release to get his cock wet.

Fuck me, that’s hot.

I lift my eyes back to his and he grins, shoving his tongue between my lips to force me to taste myself. I don’t have the strength or even the will to fight him on it, which is why I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to kiss him back. He moans into my mouth and rolls his hips on me, rubbing his bare cock against mine to chase his own release.

“Gimme your hand,” he rasps over my lips, shaking his head when I do as I’m told. “The other one.”

I raise a brow and he smirks, snatching my left hand to wrap it around his cock. He fucks my hand at the same pace I fucked his mouth and I look down, ignoring the heat creeping up my neck when I realize what he’s about to do to me.

“You want me to?” he teases, yanking my head back to look at me when I don’t answer right away. “Better think fast, man.”

I don’t even bother to think.

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