Page 73 of The Rebel of Raleigh High
Silver winds her arms around my neck, digging her fingernails into my shoulder blades. Her eyes shine brightly as she reaches up to kiss me. She runs her tongue over the seam of my mouth, tugging on my bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick begins to throb, screaming for attention. Needy bastard. I come to a halt outside the bedroom, resting my hand on the doorknob. “Say the word, and we can eat ice cream on the couch and watch Seinfeld.”
“Or…?” she asks breathlessly.
“I take you in here, and I eatyouuntil you come.”
Her color is high, a small, dazed smile on her face. “Open the door then. Seinfeld can wait.”
I’m crowing in my head as I kick the bedroom door open and carry her inside. Silver yelps again, laughing, as I throw her down onto the bed. I have her shoes off, her jeans down, her panties on the floor and my fingers inside her before she can even draw breath. She grabs my wrist with both her hands, catching hold of me, stilling me so I can’t move. Her eyes have doubled in size, and her mouth is hanging open…
“Oh, fuck.Alex!”
God damn, she is so fucking beautiful. Everything about her is perfect. In the small hours of the morning, when the prospect of the future has kept me from sleeping and I’ve laid there, considering what will probably come of me, the life I’ve pictured for myself has been far from promising.
Stuck working at the Rock for starters, putting in years for Monty. Maybe joining the M.C. Doing runs, dropping off guns, or drugs, or dirty money whenever the need arises, not asking questions, keeping my head down. When I’ve felt optimistic, I’ve allowed myself to imagine Ben here. That I’ve gained custody of him, and I’m a good role model to him. I keep him safe. The one thing I have never, ever imagined, though, is a girlfriend or a wife. I never thought I’d meet anyone I’d want to factor into my life…but now there’s Silver. I’m almost panicked by the idea that she might like me as much as I like her. I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to risk fucking losing her…
Fuck, what the hell are you doing to yourself, Moretti?Now’s not the time to be worrying about that stuff. Just kiss the girl. Make her feel good. Make her fucking come.
I take my own advice and shut all thoughts of what could be out of my head as Silver pants on the bed. She looks like something out of a fucking dream, her hair spread out over the new duvet cover. Her eyes are locked onto my hand between her legs. She’s staring at it, as if she’s fascinated by the fact that I’m actually touching her.
“Fuck, Alex. Oh my god, that feels so good.”
She’s already turned on and ready when I begin to pump my fingers inside her. Her pussy’s wetter than wet. I had just my middle finger inside her, but I add my index finger, sweeping them up and toward myself in a beckoning motion, and Silver lets go of my wrist, grabbing hold of the duvet cover instead, fisting it in her hands.
“Shit. Ahh, shit.What…the…hell?”
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 toslowlytake off my clothes.
Silver watches, transfixed. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have a girl like her look atmelike 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 reallyseethem 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. Ineedyou…”
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’mnot?” 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.
