The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1)(59)

“Ahh! Holy shit!” I curve my body against him, winding my fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth down onto me, asking him for more, and Alex delivers. His teeth graze against me, fastening around my nipple, and I immediately react, rocking myself against him, needing to somehow get closer.

I had no idea it would feel like this. I had no idea I could want someone so much…

I’m needy and desperate as I grab at his shirt, trying to remove it from his body. He pulls away, giving me an open-mouthed, slightly dazed smile as he helps pull the shirt over his head. His eyes are so damn intense, driving into me, scouring every inch of me as he grabs me by the waist, spinning me over and lowering me onto my back by the fire.

He stands, unfastening his belt and then his jeans, kicking out of them, removing his boxers all in one go. The air seems too thick to breathe for a second, as he looks down at me, and I look up at him with matching expressions of wonder on our faces. He’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. The swirling dark ink on his chest is beautiful. It travels up over his shoulders, down his arms, around his neck—too many patterns and images to take in right now.

His athlete's physique has always been obvious even through his clothes but seeing him naked is something else entirely. His chest and stomach are ridiculously muscled, his abs tensed. The faint definition that cuts down into his groin, forming a vee shape, leads my eyes naturally down to his cock. He's hard, standing to attention, bigger than I've imagined, the few times I’ve allowed myself to picture it. I swallow, a buzz of electricity pooling between my legs.

“Birth control?” he asks. “Do I need to get something?’

“No. No, I take the pill.”

Alex takes himself in his hands, squeezing, and I suck my lip into my mouth again. “Don't worry,” he says. “It won't hurt. I'm gonna make sure of it. God, your body is…” He shakes his head, like he's having troubling thinking straight. “You're perfect in every way, Silver. Your tits are fucking mind-blowing. I can't get enough of you.”

The feeling is more than mutual.

He crouches down, and I tense a little, even though I’m not scared. Not really. Alex’s hands run up the insides of my thighs, reverently stroking over my skin. “Remember…just say the word and all of this stops.”

I know he’ll stop, too. I trust him. This is nothing like before. I loosen my limbs, consciously taking a beat to relax, and he growls at the back of his throat when my legs part. “Fuck, Silver. Your pussy looks so fucking good. Do you know how wet you are? I can fucking see how turned on you are.”

It's a little embarrassing to think that it’s that obvious, but I shy away from that feeling. I want him to know, after all. I want him to know what he’s doing to me. I don’t want him to doubt. He drops down onto his elbows, his chest resting against my leg, and a dizzying wave of pleasure soars through me as he uses his tongue…

“Shit! Oh my god!” I rest my hands on his head, not sure what to do with myself as he laves against me, his tongue finding my clit and flicking against me. It feels… I have nothing to compare this to. I’ve seen guys go down on women before. I’ve been curious. I’ve looked up all kinds of things on the internet, but nothing has prepared me for how good this feels.

Alex hums against me, and the vibrations travel through my body. “So damn sweet,” he pants. “My Dolcezza. I’ve kept myself up at night, imagining what you taste like, Silver Parisi. You’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna want to eat your cunt for the rest of time.”

That word—cunt—sends all kinds of thoughts skittering around in my head. It's such a harsh word. So derogatory. But when Alex says it, using it like this, with his face buried between my legs, it turns me on so much I can hardly stand it. I angle my hips, opening myself to him, and he snarls fiercely against the inside of my thigh. “That's right. Good girl. Let me have you. Let me make you come. Flood my mouth, Dolcezza.”

Oh…my…god.

He licks and sucks, using the flat of his tongue to sweep up and over my clit, and before too long I’m shaking underneath him. When he carefully uses his fingers to rub against the opening of my pussy, I can do nothing but hold my breath and wait.

Slowly, so gently, he pushes his fingers inside me, and my spine arches away from the floor. “Ahh! Damn it, Alex!” This isn’t frightening. Far from it. It’s the most intense, pleasurable thing I’ve ever experienced.

He moves very deliberately, the muscles in his shoulders tight, as he waits to see how I'll react. I want…shit, I want more. I rock my hips, grinding them upward, and it's all the cue Alex needs. He teases me with his tongue faster, more insistently, using his fingers inside me to beckon and coax, pumping them rhythmically, and my eyes roll back into my head as a shockwave so overwhelming crashes into my body.

“Alex… Alex…” I pant his name. It’s a mantra on my tongue. A prayer. A curse. Before I know it, a bewildering, chaotic energy is building between my legs, inside me, reaching up into my stomach and my torso, spreading along my arms…

The feeling swells, so powerful and formidable, and just when I think it can’t swell any further, it slams into me, rocking me to my core, white, blindingly light flaring behind my eyes. I claw at his back, trying to gasp out his name and failing.