Page 30 of Revenge At Raleigh High
He pinches and rolls my nipple, squeezing sharply, and a spear of pain jolts between my breasts, firing on a direct path to my clit at the apex of my thighs. “Ahh!Because!”
“Because? Tell me,Dolcezza.”
“I—I don’t know. Fuck, Alex. Someone could come in.”
He pointedly ignores me. It only takes a second for him to pull down my shirt even further, removing the other strap from my shoulder and tugging my bra down all the way, so that both my tits spring free. He fills his hands with me, angrily kneading the swell of my breasts. It hurts, but in the best kind of way. A way I’ve been craving for a long time now.
“The truth, or you’re gonna get punished,” Alex warns. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll eat your pussy right here and now. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll need me to fucking carry you out of here.” A low, deep rumble emanates from somewhere deep in his chest. “If you don’t, I’ll use your mouth to makemyselfcome. And I won’t be gentle. I’ll be rough. You won’t be able to breathe. I’ll fuck your mouth so hard your gag reflex will hate me until we both turn thirty.” His voice is soft, almost apologetic. Electricity relays up and down my torso, snapping and firing at the nape of my neck, crackling in the pit of my stomach. The thought of it, the prospect of his hands in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts himself deep down the back of my throat—it makes me so damn nervous but so fucking turned on at the same time that I almost whimper out loud.
As if he knows precisely what I’m thinking, Alex places a rough palm against the slope of my neck, sliding it around until he’s firmly holding the back of my neck, his fingers pressing firmly, deliciously into my skin. “Are we going to continue with the charade, Silver? Or are you going to admit it? You want me to use your body for my own pleasure, however I see fit, don’t you? Especially if it’s just that little bit degrading. Especially if ithurts.”
“I—Alex—” I’m breathing so fast, I’m beginning to feel a little dizzy. Shame flowers on both my cheeks, bright crimson blooms of embarrassment that make me want to hide my face from him. He has hold of me, his grip like steel, preventing me from turning away.
“No. No, own it. Face it,” he commands softly. “And when you’ve done that, tell mewhyyou want that.”
Panic snakes its way around my insides, some kind of wall forming a partition in my mind. “I don’t know why. It’s just—it’s normal, okay? Some people justlikeit. I wouldn’t have thought you’d be narrow minded about—”
“Don’t deflect. I’ll give you anything you want, Silver, always…so long as it’s for the right reasons. I’ll hurt you until you’re screaming and you can’t fucking take it anymore, if that’s what you really want. My pleasure’s rooted in yours. If you’re turned on by something, it will drive me fucking crazy too, because it’s what you need. But you need to face the why of it,Dolcezza. You want to be hurt. You want to be hurtsexually, and there’s a reason for that.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. I try to figure out what he could possibly mean, but all I’m met with is that endless, impossibly high, featureless wall inside my head that cannot be scaled. Alex is the one with vine tattoos up his arms and around his throat, but it feels as though there are spiked thorns beneathmyskin right now, scratching against one another uncomfortably. “Alex, stop. Please. Whatever point you’re trying to prove, it isn’t making any sense. I just—I just fucking want you. Isn’t that enough?”
We lock eyes, and I see the conflict in him. He wants to press this, to keep digging at it, worrying at the subject like a broken tooth until I give him the answer he wants to hear. I can’t, though. It’s impossible for me to give him whathewants. My eyes are pricking so strangely, it’s bewildering. “Please, Alex.”
I watch his resolve crumble. “Okay. Fine. It’s okay. I’ll stop.” His hold on the back of my neck loosens. I feel like I’m floating up off the stool, toward the ceiling, when he lets me go.
Both my shirt and my bra have slipped down around my waist now. Alex slowly sinks to his knees, his black t-shirt pulling taut across his chest as he rocks back onto his heels, taking hold of me by the thighs. His fingers find the button of my jeans, popping it open, and he carefully unzips them, tugging the denim down over my hips.
“I thought I was going to be punished?” I try to sound joking, but there’s a hint of disappointment in my words that must be obvious to Alex. God, what the hell is wrong with me?
“I’m afraid we’re gonna have to meet somewhere in the middle on this one,” he tells me. “I’m all for games, Silver, but they’re only fun when both parties are aware that they’re playing.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means lift your ass right now, so I can get these pants off you. I need your pussy on my tongue before I officially lose my shit.” His tone brooks no argument.
I obey him without question.
As soon as he’s ripped my pants and my underwear from my body, he falls between my legs with a fury that makes my head spin. His mouth is so hot, it feels as though he’s painting my clit with fire. “Oh my god! Alex! Alex, that’s…that feels so fucking good.” It’s a miracle I can even get the words out. My synapses are short circuiting, sending my thoughts scattering in every possible direction.
I have to bite back a scream when he forcefully pushes his fingers inside me, nipping at the inside of my thigh with his front teeth.
“Quiet,” he orders. “Make a sound and I’ll stop. Is that what you want?”
I almost make the mistake of answering him. He narrows his eyes, giving me a warning glance up the length of my body, and a manage to stop myself just in time. “Well?” he asks. I see that his lips are wet from the slick heat between my legs and I have to try doubly hard not to cry out. Instead, I nod, letting him know that I’ll obey his rules, even if it kills me.
“Good.” He drives his tongue back between the folds of my pussy, flicking and laving, grinding the flat of his tongue into me so hard that I find myself bucking and rocking against his mouth. Just as he did with the guitar, he uses his hands to conduct a symphony, except this time my body is his instrument. Using both his index and his middle finger, he fucks my pussy, pumping them quickly inside me, harder than he has before, and my body feels as though it’s coming alive.
I’m balancing so precariously on the stool that I’m probably going to fall off any second. I have to cling to the smooth wooden seat beneath my ass to prevent myself from tumbling to the floor.
“Fuck, your tits look amazing when they bounce like that,” Alex snarls. He takes my left breast in his free hand, clasping hold of my nipple between his thumb and his index finger, and he rolls the swollen knot of flesh so hard that I can’t help it.
“AHHH! Alex!”
The cry is out before I can pull it back. Alex growls, baring his teeth, withdrawing his fingers from inside me. “Disobedient,” he accuses.
“Please. Please. God, Alex, I need to come.Please.”
“You’re making it worse.”
