The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1)(60)

“Ah—oh fu—shit, Ale—Oh my god! Oh, shit, shit, shit!”

The orgasm leaves me ruined, lifeless and limp. I’m still fluttering my eyes, trying to remember how to see straight when Alex climbs up my body and kisses me deeply. A little mortified, I realize that I can taste myself on his lips. Alex grins like a fiend when he pulls back. His grin turns into a frown, though, when I brush my fingers over his mouth, trying to clean myself from him.

“Don't you fucking dare, Parisi,” he growls. “I plan on savoring every last bit of you.” I try to hide my face in his chest, smiling awkwardly, but he doesn't let me. “Don't you have any idea how much that turns me on?” He takes my hand and slides it in between our bodies. My palm is closed around his hard-on a second later, and he's squeezing. I gasp at the feel of him—the firm yet silken, smooth texture of his skin as he guides my hand slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes are burning, filled with his desire as he repeats the action one last time, then tries to take my hand away.

This time I won’t let him, though. I tighten my grip around him, free of his guidance, mimicking the up and down motion. His cock pulses, hardening even further in my hand, and his body locks up, going stiff. “You don’t need to do that,” he whispers. “This should be about you.”

“It is about me,” I whisper back. “The way you’re looking at me right now…god, I want to feel you like this inside me, Alex. Please. I’m ready.”

Doubt flits across his face. The vines barbed with thorns around the base of his throat shift as he swallows. “You’re sure?” His lips form the words, but I barely hear him say them.

I make sure he can hear me perfectly, though. “Yes. I am one hundred percent sure. I want you. I want all of you. Now.”

It's like watching a tide break against a shore. His indecision and uncertainty vanish, and a deep, hungry need takes its place in an instant. Shifting between my legs, he positions himself, leaning over me on his elbows, keeping his weight from my chest. His hands are sure as he cradles my face between his palms…and he pushes himself slowly inside me.

I freeze, going absolutely still.

Alex’s eyes search my face frantically, looking for some sign that I’m not okay. It doesn’t hurt, though. I just feel full, in a strange way—a pressure inside me that takes a moment to adjust to.

‘Silver—”

I wind my arms around him, forcing him down onto me. Deeper inside me. I was serious just now. I want all of him. I want his weight on me. I want his arms around me. I want to be swallowed up by him, into his strength, because right now I feel so fucking safe.

He sighs, the sound rough and uncontrolled, and I can’t take it anymore. I roll my hips against him, angling myself upward, and Alex bares his teeth, gritting them together.

“Fuck, Silver. That’s…” His eyes are unfocused. “You feel so fucking good,” he grinds out.

Carefully, he begins to rock against me, and the strange pressure inside me starts to lessen as my body learns how to move with him. Alex presses his lips against my forehead, my temple, my jaw. When he eventually uses his teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck, the feel of him inside me begins to change into something else entirely: the pressure evaporates altogether, and it begins to feel good.

“Ahh, fuck! Alex!”

He bites down harder, and I tangle my arms around him, wrapping my legs around his waist tighter, clinging onto him as fiercely as I can.

“You ready for more?” he growls into my hair.

“Yes! Yes. God, yes…” I don’t sound like myself. I sound like someone else as I writhe underneath him. Alex gives me what I want, pulling back just enough so that he can angle his hips back and thrust them forward, driving himself into me.

Oh god…

What the hell…?

I let my eyes roll closed for a second, but they snap open again when the feeling intensifies, and I realize Alex is touching my clit. Looking down the length of my body, I see his hand is between my legs, and he's using his thumb to rub at me. I shudder, not knowing how the hell to process the sheer volume of sensation.

“Good?” Alex asks raggedly.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” He quickens his pace, sliding all the way out of me this time and pushing forward a little harder. His eyes are all over me—my face, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. His gaze pauses on the point where our bodies meet, between my legs, and the muscles in his jaw pop as he clenches his teeth. “Fuck. Watching you take me, Silver… You rocking against me… Your pussy…”

Lust, raw and demanding, digs its claws into me. I see a mirror of that emotion in Alex, and the look on his face sends me spiraling toward madness. I need him. I have to fucking have him. I grab hold of his other hand, sucking his thumb into my mouth, and Alex hisses. “Shit. Careful, Dolcezza.”

I know why he's warning me. His movements are quickening, he's thrusting harder and faster, and I know what'll happen soon if we don't stop. There are plenty of days ahead to tease ourselves, though. Plenty of opportunity to stretch this out and make it last. Right now, the fire burning in my belly is raging out of control, and I don't want to put it out. The intense feeling that shook me so violently when Alex went down on me has returned, and I'm about to tumble over the edge all over again.