Page 33 of Rough Rider (Bad Boy High)
"Let me taste it this time." He lifts his head, those dark eyes of his meeting mine. They aren't eyes that belong to a teenager. I want to give him softness, to show him another side of himself.
"You can taste anything you want." I let my thighs open more in invitation. He drops his forehead between my breasts, taking a deep breath.
“You can’t say that shit.” There is a hitch to his words.
“But I mean it.” I thrust my hips up again. “You do this to me. I’m so wet for you.” I admit what I was so shy about earlier. His head snaps up; this time there is pure hunger in his gaze.
“I’m going to worship this body.” Niki’s hands push my breasts together, his mouth going to my nipple, giving one attention before the other. “Worship you.” He keeps going, his fingers slipping into the top of my shorts, hooking into my panties to pull them both down, leaving me naked.
Niki drops back, sitting on his heels between my spread thighs.
“I, uh—” I lick my lips.
“Don’t be shy. You have a body that deserves to be worshipped.” I can’t help but smile at that. I don’t think he’s giving me a small white lie. That’s not Niki. “Only I have seen this.” His fingers travel down my hips, going farther until they reach the folds of my sex. "Only I will ever see this." I don't have time to think about his words or the promise that they hold.
His fingers slip through the folds, grazing my clit. "Niki." I buck. "Don't tease me."
"I want to savor this." His eyes are now trained between my thighs. He splays his fingers, opening me up, my clit begging for his attention. The ache there turns to a throb that pulses throughmy whole body. I’ve never felt this desperate for anything in my entire life. Every second feels like an eternity.
“Please.”
He grunts like a hungry wolf as he shifts us, dropping his knees to the floor so he can settle more between my thighs, further opening me up to him.
There is no hesitation when his lips hit my sex. His fingers hold me open as he latches on to my clit. He sucks, his tongue stroking back and forth. The pleasure his mouth is providing is indescribable. The orgasm hits me, and I cry out his name, sinking my fingers into his hair.
My body jerks, the sensation becoming too much. I shake my head no, not sure I can handle more. He grips the back of my thighs, lifting them, burying his face as deep as he can in me.
"Niki!" I scream out his name this time. My whole body is locking up. The orgasm moves through me, lighting up places I didn't know were inside of me. It’s overwhelming and perfect at the same time.
My eyes flutter open when he presses his mouth to mine. I taste my release on him. "Thank you." A small laugh bubbles free.
"I think it's me that is supposed to say that."
"No." He shakes his head, kissing me again. I wrap my arms around him, never wanting to let go.
Chapter Twenty-Three
NIKI
“Not to brag, but I’m number one for Jules now. She said last night she’d rather have me as her brother than you.” Bam shoulders his way into the classroom with me dragging behind.
Guilt tweaks the back of my neck. “I’ll be there tonight.”
“Don’t matter to me if you are or aren’t.” His tone is easy, but I know he’s judging me a little. I didn’t mean to ignore my family, especially my little sister, but last night, there was no separating me from Andy. Not while I could still taste her in my mouth.
Bam drops into his chair and immediately puts his head down on his arms. I stretch out my legs and stare at the blackboard. I’ll have to make it up to Jules, though. Get her a gift, spend some time with her. I want to introduce Andy to her, but I’m not sure how either will take it.
“You’re overthinking it, dude.” Bam’s voice is muffled, but I can hear him just fine.
“I always have to work overtime because you don’t think at all. You’ve slept through most of our classes since the ninth grade.”
“Surely before then. Besides, I told you to wake me up if there was something worth my time, and since you’ve let me sleep, I assume nothing has been worth my time,” he clarifies as if I didn’t get it.
He’s not wrong. It’s crazy that we have to sit in these classes when we aren’t learning anything. I couldn’t even tell you what we’re studying. I definitely haven’t learned anything so far this year. I’ll graduate this year, and I’m still wondering what that little piece of paper is gonna do for me. It’s not like any of the people I collect money from is demanding to see my diploma or wants to know what my GPA is.
As I’m pondering this, a Krispy Kreme appears on the corner of my desk. I trace the donut to the arm of a not so skinny boy I don’t recognize. He's probably about my height and stocky. There’s a slight bruise under his right eye. Someone hit him probably four or five days ago.
“I’m Terry,” he says when I meet his eyes. “I’m a junior from Section A.”
