Page 35 of Little Devil

“Not as much as the other one.”

My hand freezes on his mouth and I cut my eyes back to his. “Where’s the other one?”

His smirk returns at the eagerness in my tone and he takes my wrist, slowly moving my hand over his abs and down to the waistband of his jeans. I swallow my fear and curl my fingers beneath the denim, my cheeks heating when I feel the two metal balls right there on the tip of his cock. I look down and run my thumb over the small space between them, clearing my throat when I realize how hard he is between my legs.

“This was a dare, too?” I guess, and he nods, breathing heavily against my forehead.

“My friend Justin made me do it after I dared him to tag his own house on Halloween last year. He’s an asshole.”

“A bigger asshole than you, you mean?”

He pinches my ass and I laugh at him, pulling his waistband out a little more to get a better look at this new piercing. I run two fingers over the tip and slowly swirl them around, fascinated and turned on by the thought of what it would feel like inside me.

“Jordyn,” he warns, tangling his fingers in my hair to pull my mouth back to his. “If you keep playing with my dick like that, I’m gonna pull this dress up over your ass and fuck you right here in front of him.”

My eyes widen and I stop what I’m doing, discreetly glancing at the driver over my shoulder before looking back at Xander.

Shit.

“You like that?” he asks, and I quickly shake my head to deny it, but he already caught me. “Dirty little devil,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my ass to pull me down on him. “Rub your pussy on my dick and make yourself come. I wanna watch you.”

I must have lost my mind someplace between my house and this cab, because instead of telling him no like I should, I whimper and wrap my hands around his neck, unable to stop the way my hips roll out to chase the friction he’s offering. I kiss him like he’s mine and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, leaning back even further to grind his hips up against me. He’s driving me wild and it’s right fucking there, but it’s just out of reach and I can’t get a good enough hold on it.

“Baby,” he pleads. “Let me touch your pussy.”

I nod a little faster than necessary and he brushes his thumb over my clit, groaning out a curse when he feels how wet I am for him. I slap a hand over his mouth and whip my head over my shoulder, wincing a little bit when I catch the driver’s eyes in the rear view. His face reddens and he clears his throat, averting his eyes while he shifts around in his seat. Xander chuckles against my hand and I cut my eyes back to his, jolting against him when he increases the pressure on my clit.

“Fuck,” I mouth, pulling his head back by his hair to kiss him again. “I need more, Xan.”

He licks my tongue and twists the hand between my legs, sliding a single finger inside me to give me what I asked for. I dig my nails into his scalp and bite his lips, shamelessly rolling my hips on his lap to chase the high. His thumb finds my clit again and my mouth parts, my eyes rolling back in their sockets while I fall apart from the inside out. I fall down on his chest and rest my forehead against his, shaking my head at him when I catch the stupid grin on his face.

“What the hell are you doing to me, new boy?”

“I don’t know but I like it.”

I roll my eyes at that, dipping my head to hide my own grin because yeah, I think I like it, too.

14

Xander

Her bedroom door crashes against the wall and she stumbles in my arms, clinging to the back of my neck to keep herself steady. She tears at my clothes like they offend her and fists the hem of my t–shirt, pulling it up over my head to toss it on the floor. I take her waist and back her up towards the bed, shoving her down on her back to move my eyes over her hot little body. Her legs part without instruction and I barely contain my groan, kneeling up on the edge of the bed between her thighs to run my hand over my cock through my jeans.

She keeps surprising me and I like it.

I like it a fucking lot.

She chews her lip like she’s considering something and then reaches over to turn the bedside lamp off, frowning at me when I snatch her wrist to stop her.

“What?”

“I wanna see you,” I tell her, pushing her back to pop the button on my jeans. “All of you.”

She swallows and leans up on her elbows, watching me curiously while I pull my zipper down to give my dick a little breathing room. I’ve been hard since the second she wrapped her legs around me in the water earlier tonight, and just the sight of her spread out beneath me like this isn’t helping the state of my sanity.

I push her dress up to her ribs and pull it over her head, tossing it down onto the baby pink rug on the floor next to my shirt. Her bedroom is immaculate and huge, at least four times the size of my room back at my parents’ house. She’s got one of those four poster beds made up with white sheets and pink throw pillows, a white corner couch on the other side of the room with a coffee table and three expensive looking paintings hanging on the wall above it, and a white vanity behind me with a fresh bunch of pink flowers on top.

“Nice apartment, princess,” I joke, leaning over her to tease her nipple with my thumb.

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