The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1)(82)

Her head is rocked back, her eyes closed tight, so I allow myself a smug little smile. If she thinks that feels good, she has no idea what I have planned for her. We both wanted each other so badly back at the cabin that it was pretty much impossible for either of us to hold back. I still really want her now, but I’m going to keep a tight leash on myself this time. I plan on bringing her to the edge of insanity tonight. I’ve already given her a taste of how good it can be between two people if they care about each other. Now, she’s going to get the full experience.

She whimpers, eyes flying open when I remove my hand from between her legs. She watches me, a little stunned as I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking the slickness of her pussy from them. “Fuck me, Silver. You taste so fucking good. You’re gonna be the death of me.” My voice is rough with need. My dick is urging me to hurry the fuck up, hulk out of my clothes, shred her shirt and her bra from her beautiful body and sink myself inside her, but that’s not how it’s going to go tonight. I take a couple of breaths, waiting for my heart rate to even out, and then I begin to slowly take off my clothes.

Silver watches, transfixed. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have a girl like her look at me like that. It just doesn’t make any sense. She’s so good. So strong. So innocent in so many ways, and I’m nothing more than the dirt beneath her fucking feet. I shrug out of my shirt and stand there, looming over the bed, looking down at her with ravenous eyes.

Her legs are fucking phenomenal. She arches her spine, taking hold of her shirt and pulling it up over her head, shedding it in a quick movement. I was planning on undressing the rest of her, but I can’t seem to find it in me to stop her as she unhooks her bra and tosses it onto the floor.

I spend a lot of time around strippers, so I’ve seen a lot of naked women. I don’t even really see them anymore; I’ve become desensitized to the sight of so much bare flesh when I’m working at the Rock. It’s not the same with Silver, though. Her tits are fucking amazing—flawlessly proportioned with the rest of her body, the perfect shape, not too big and not too small. Her nipples are a faint blushed pink color, very pale. Her skin is the color of fresh poured cream. I can’t tear my eyes away from the slight rise of her hip bones, and the way the moonlight flooding in through the window plays over her body, casting shadows across the flat plane of her stomach and up her throat.

“Feels like I’m breaking all the rules, having you here like this,” I rumble. I meant for the words to come out light and easy, but they come out hard and coarse; I want her so fucking bad, I just can’t keep the desire from my voice. “I never thought I’d get to see something so beautiful.”

“Alex,” she whispers. “Don’t just look. I want you to touch. I want you to lick. I want you to taste. Please. I need you…”

God fucking damn it. Does she have any idea how hard it is to hold myself back when she says something like that? I grind my teeth together, sucking in a calming breath as I unbuckle my belt and lose my jeans. It’s probably best if I keep the boxers for now—

Silver sits up, positioning herself on all fours, edging down the bed. Her tits sway as she crawls toward me, and I have to bite back a groan. “What are you doing? You’re not leaving those on,” she says.

“I’m not?” She’s so damn sexy. She sits back on her heels, hooking the material of my boxers beneath her index fingers, slowly wiggling them down over my hips.

“Nope. I want to look at you. I want to be able to see every last millimeter of you.”

She’s a hell of a lot more confident than she was back at the cabin. There’s still a hint of nerves in her eyes, though, as she—

Holy fucking shit!

“Ahhh! Fuck, Silver. Jesus!”

I was expecting her to work my boxers down my legs and then lay back on the bed. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to take hold of my cock, press her lips to the tip and suck it into her fucking mouth.

She looks up at me, eyes searching my face as she slowly slides her mouth down onto my dick. A string of curse words flies out of my mouth. I have no idea what I say, though. My brain has seized. All I can do is watch as Silver carefully takes me deeper into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until I can feel the head of my cock butting up against the back of her throat.

She bobs her head, slowly moving up and down my dick, and I can’t—I have to stop her. Jerking my hips back, I pull out of her mouth, and my cock makes a wet popping as it springs free from her lips.

“Did I do something wrong?” she pants.

“No. But I wanna fuck your mouth so badly, Silver. I want to grab hold of your hair and shove myself all the way down your throat, and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”

She smirks, glowing a little, looking a little pleased with herself. “I take it that’s why you were swearing in Italian?”

I laugh, noting with vague amusement that I sound a little shaky even to my own ears. “I didn’t even realize I had.”

“Sounded very aggressive. You’re gonna have to teach me how to say some of those…”

“Anything. Fucking anything. I’ll give you whatever you want if you lie on your back and let me see that perfect, pretty little pussy.”

She tries to act cool, tries to pretend that she isn’t blushing as she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs, but I see the bright spots on her cheeks. They make her look so damn innocent.