Page 63 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He nods again and I release him, slowing my pace to watch him while he pushes his jeans down to take his cock out. He looks up at me while he gets himself off and teases my ass with his free hand, grinning to himself when my cock jerks in his mouth.

“You fucking love this,” he mumbles, sliding his finger over the spot.

“Fuck,” I groan, damn near shaking at the feeling of is voice vibrating around me. “Do that again.”

He does and I come without warning, moaning like a fucking girl while he swallows me down like the cock sucking pro he is. The thought should piss me off – and it does, if I’m being real – but I’m too high on him to give a shit right now.

Fuck me, he’s..

I don’t know what he is, so instead of thinking too much into it, I pull out of his mouth and fist my hand on the wall above my head to keep myself steady, honest to god feeling like I just had my ass handed to me by a motherfucker three times my size. He slides his hand over my abs beneath my shirt and licks his lips, biting down on the bottom one while he leans back to chase his own release.

Mine.

He stares at me, breathing hard. “What?”

Ignoring the fact I just said that out loud without meaning to, I sink down to my knees and spread my thighs out on either side of his feet, smacking his hand away to wrap my fist around his cock.

Mine.

His eyes darken and I lick the precum from the tip, dipping my head to take him all the way down to the back of my throat like he does to me.

“God fucking damn it, Wren,” he rasps, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Fuck you for takin’ so long, man.”

My brows dip because I don’t know what he means by that, but then it hits me and I smirk, sliding my hand up over his body to dig my nails into his neck. He hisses and snatches my wrist to pin it to his chest instead, holding it right above the spot where his heart’s beating as fast as mine is. He tightens his grip on my hair with the other one and fucks my mouth hard and fast, almost like he’s punishing me for pushing him away the way I did before. He chokes me until I can barely breathe and I let him do it, twisting my hand from his grip to lock my fingers with his.

“You want it?”

I nod and force myself to gag over and over again, proud of myself when he groans like I’m killing him. His cock pulses in my mouth and he squeezes my hand so hard I’m sure he’s about to break it, holding me down on him while he fills my throat with his cum. As soon as he finally stops shaking, he pulls me up to straddle his lap and wraps his arms around my waist to hold me close. I slide my arms around his neck and drop my head down on his shoulder, damn near falling asleep on him while he draws these imaginary circles on my back that have me tingling all over.

I’m in so much trouble.

“She won’t find out,” he whispers, and it’s only now I realize I said that out loud, again.

But that’s not what I meant.

Yeah, sucking dick in an empty classroom when we’re supposed to be in study hall is stupid and dangerous as fuck considering it could get us both killed in the long run, but that’s not what I’m worried about.

I’m worried about my heart.

And no matter how much I fight to ignore it, I can’t deny the way he makes me feel when he’s around.

Like nothing else matters.

All this other bullshit hanging over our heads means shit to me when we’re together like this.

Because all that matters is him.

Just as I think it, he pulls back an inch to look at me and bounces his eyes between mine, frowning at whatever he finds there, but then something that looks an awful lot like understanding crosses his face and he starts to say something, rolling his eyes when I slap my hand over his mouth to cover it.

“Don’t.”

He sighs heavily through his nose, nodding like he gets it, but I don’t miss the clear flash of hurt there before he drops his eyes to hide it.

Fuck.

I don’t like that look, not one fucking bit, which is why I ignore the voice inside my head screaming at me to get the fuck away from him and lean in even further, nudging his head up with mine to speak over his lips. “Take me somewhere, Lev.”

Silence follows and I’m almost sure he’s about to tell me to go fuck myself, but then he looks over at the clock hanging on the wall above the teacher’s desk, raising a cocky ass brow. “Right now?”

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