Page 55 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He tenses and I smirk, leaving it there to wrap my fist around his cock again. I stroke him slowly at first, dipping my head to kiss the crook of his neck while I get him off, but then he moans and starts to grind on me, already wanting more.

“Fuck, Wren,” I rasp, rolling my hips on him to give him the friction he’s craving.

His cock thickens in my hand so I push against him a little harder, matching his pace hit for hit.

“Oh my fucking god,” he groans loudly, tipping his head back on my shoulder.

“Shh,” I tease, covering his mouth with my free hand. “She’ll hear you.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbles, pushing his ass back on my cock like he’s desperate to get the tip in.

It’s not going anywhere, not without lube, anyway, but it seems he’s dead set on trying.

“Fuck, Lev, I’m gonna come.”

I rip the blanket away and sit up to shove him down on his back, kneeling between his thighs to take his cock into my mouth. He fists my hair with one hand and the sheet with the other, throwing his head back on his pillow when I use two fingers to tease the spot I know drives him crazy.

“Fuck,” he growls, holding me down on him while he fills my throat with his cum.

I swallow most of it and dip my head to spit a little bit on his ass, gently pushing my finger inside him to the second knuckle. I scoot up to kneel between his thighs and take my cock in my hand, smirking when he shivers and jerks beneath me.

He fucking loves this.

My vision blurs at the thought of him squeezing my cock the way he’s squeezing my finger and I come hard, biting down on my lip to shut myself up while I cover his hips with my own release. We stay quiet a minute while we attempt to catch our breath, then he cracks an eye open and looks up at me, feigning annoyance.

“Do you know how many fuckin’ showers I’ve had in the last twelve hours?”

I frown at that, thinking. “Five?”

“Six.”

That has me grinning, proud of myself, but he just rolls his eyes and tosses a pillow at my head, making me laugh. He kisses me before he leaves to go take shower number seven and I drop down on my back, sliding my phone from the nightstand to check the time. It’s just after ten am now, so I scroll through my contacts to find Ross’s name and hit the call button.

“Yeah?” he answers, sounding breathless.

“What are you doing?”

“Fuckin’ my girlfriend.”

I shake my head at that, raising a brow when I hear her moaning through the phone. “Are you gonna stop?”

“Are you ordering me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then, no,” he says simply, cursing under his breath a second before he speaks again. “What’s up?”

“Am I on speaker?”

“Course not.”

“I need you to follow someone for a while,” I say quietly, keeping my voice low to ensure no one hears me. “Freya Thorne. She’s a senior at my high school. I wanna know everywhere she goes and everyone she talks to.”

“Can I kill her?”

“No.”

“Can I fuck her?”

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