Page 51 of The Rebel of Raleigh High
His chest rises sharply. With infinite care, he rests his hands on my bare thighs, his pupils dilated wide open. He’s still wound so tight, I feel like he’s going to snap any second now. “I’m far from perfect. I need you,Dolcezza. My hands are fucking aching for you. If I let my guard down for one fucking second,I’mnot gonna be proud of myself. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. If you tell me no, I'll hear you, and I'll fucking listen. But…if you don't…I won't be able to rein myself in. I'll kiss you. I'll touch you. I'll make you fucking moan. I'll sink myself so deep inside you, I won't ever want to stop fucking you, and I can't…”
My skin is on fire. My nipples are peaked so hard they’re actually hurting in the most delicious, dizzying way. The nervousness I felt before has gone now. The memories that have taunted me for so long are nowhere to be seen. All I can think of, all I can see, all I want, is Alex. I kiss him, pressing my mouth down hard on his, fisting his hair in my hands.
He resists for a second. His fingers dig into my thighs, and he lets out a pained groan. The tight grip he’s been holding over himself shatters into a million pieces when I yank on his hair, though. His hands slide up my back, hot and firm, pulling me to him. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he kisses me savagely.
I may be vastly inexperienced when it comes to sex, but my body thankfully knows what it wants. I grind myself into him, rocking my hips against him all over again, and I moan breathlessly as my breasts rub up against his chest. Alex tears his mouth away, and the distant, hard edge in his eyes has disappeared, replaced by a vivid, urgent hunger that sends a hot surge of adrenalin through me. He looks at me, finally letting those impossibly dark eyes of his drop, skating down my body, and it’s almost too much to bear.
“Jesus, Silver,” he hisses. “You’re fucking incredible.” He cups my breasts in his hands, kneading my flesh, and a shudder travels through his body. I place my hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze harder, so I can fucking feel it, so that it’s almost painful, and he groans again. The sound of his pleasure makes me shake with anticipation.
I shouldn’t want to make him feel this way.
It shouldn’t feel so good to have his hands on my body.
I shouldn’t be so desperate for him that it feels like I’m about to ignite and catch on fire.
But I do.
He arches over me, leaning me back, holding me in his arms, and the next thing I’m aware of my nipple is in his mouth. He licks at the swollen, sensitive bud of flesh, then takes it into his mouth and sucks, and it feels like I’ve been struck by lightning, a bolt of heady pleasure firing between both my breasts, down in between my legs.
“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 someonesomuch…
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 fuckingseehow 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 howgoodthis feels.
Alex hums against me, and the vibrations travel through my body. “So damn sweet,” he pants. “MyDolcezza. 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…
