Page 9 of Revenge At Raleigh High
Oh, my fucking god…
If we weren’t standing on the corner of the busiest street in all of Raleigh right now…
Screw it. I’m not thinking straight. I’m barely thinking at all as I slide my hand between our bodies, using the thick wool of my jacket to shield my actions, and I take hold of Alex’s cock through his jeans.
He stops kissing me instantly. Pulls back. Stares down at me, pupils blown, full lips parted, cheeks flushed against the cold. “Silver—”
I squeeze, my fingers closing around the thickness of him, slowly moving up down to stroke…
Alex’s eyes shutter closed. “Holy fuck. What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been thinking about doing since this morning,” I whisper into his open mouth.
I feel him smile against my lips. “You’ve been turned on all day,Dolcezza?”
“Yes.”
He groans again, his fingernails digging into the back of my neck. “Fuuuck. You have no fucking idea how badly I want you right now.”
“I think…I do.”
“Why? Are you wet, Silver? Are you wet for me right now?”
I dip my head, letting my hair hide the fact that I’m blushing like crazy, but Alex takes hold of me by the chin, lifting my head until I have to meet his eyes. “Oh no. No way. I’m not buying the shy act when you’ve got your hand on my dick.” His laughter is deep, gravelly, rough with desire. The sound of his need, so blatantly fucking obvious in his voice, sends a shiver of anticipation chasing down my spine. “Get your ass over here.” He takes me by the hand, tugging me toward the brick wall of the hardware store where he was leaning a moment ago.
My jacket is thick enough that I don’t feel the sharp texture of the brick against my back when Alex leans me against the building, but the icy cold manages to seep through just fine. It doesn’t matter, though. Nothing matters, because Alex is nuzzling his face into my neck, placing searing kiss after searing kiss against the sensitive skin at the base of my throat, and I can’t remember how to breathe. He’s close against me, chest pressing up against chest, but there’s still room for him to mirror my brazen move and slide his hand between our bodies. He doesn’t touch me over my jeans. His hand quickly dips below the waistband of my jeans, and then his fingers are deftly pulling my panties aside, and—
“Ahh!Fuck!” I tip my head back against the brick, sucking in a sharp, agonizingly cold breath as Alex’s fingers find my clit.
“Christ, Silver.” I look up at him and almost pass the fuck out when I see the wild expression on his face. “You’re not wet,” he pants. “You’re fuckingsoaking.” With small, deliberate sweeps of his fingers, Alex rolls my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion, and I have to bite back a startled cry.
“Shhh,” Alex growls softly. “Hold it in,Dolcezza. My needy girl. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give you what you need. I’m gonna make you come.” With a swift, gently thrust, he pushes his index finger forward, slipping it inside me.
I freeze, unable to move for a second as I register what he’s just done. My body’s gone into shock. A hot, burning pulse of pleasure fires between my legs, and I let out a soundless whimper. Alex grins mercilessly, a raw, fascinated glint in his eyes as he watches me react to his touch.
“That feel good,Argento?” he whispers.
“Ye—fuck. Yes, it feels good.”
He releases a pleased sigh. “Glad to hear it. Now what do you want? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
The charged words skate over my skin, inciting a very physical response from me. I tighten around Alex’s fingers and he snarls, deep and low at the back of this throat. “Fuck me. Your body’s giving me a resounding fuck yes.” He grazes his mouth over mine, pausing to flick at my lip with the very tip of his tongue. “I’d like the words, though. I wanna hear you say it. So I know…”
Oh shit. How the fuck am I going to getthosewords out? I’ve come a long way since we started dating, but it’s not exactly easy for me to say things like that. Alex’s mouth is filthier than a sailor’s, but I’m still figuring out how to voice what I want in no-nonsense terms. “I—” Fuck, it doesn’t help that I’m so turned on right now, I can barely make my mouth work. “I want it, Alex. I want you to fuck me with your fingers.Please.”
Pride shines in Alex’s eyes. “Good girl. Brave girl.” He peppers the side of my face with kisses as he slowly pumps his index finger inside me, and my mind goes utterly and completely blank. Fuck, that feels…that feels so fuckinggood. I struggle to keep myself upright as I wind my arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss me.
This is really risky. It's late, and the streets are dark. There aren’t many cars on the roads. I haven’t seen anyone actually walking on the street since I parked the Nova, but the fact remains that Alex Moretti is fingering me in public, and I’m letting him do it. Anyone could see us. At any second, someone could walk around the corner and stumble across us, sprawled up against the wall, breathing heavily, Alex’s hand working steadily between my legs. Best case scenario: embarrassment levels would be high. Worst case scenario: we’d be taken down to the sheriff’s office for performing lewd acts in public.
I should put a stop to this. It’d be really fucking stupid if we got caught, but…
I can’t make him stop. Fuck, I don’twanthim to stop.
Alex bites at my neck, teeth gouging into my skin, and I lean into the pain of it, relishing every second. His fingers work faster, expertly teasing wave after wave of pleasure from me, and I am a boneless marionette, entirely at his mercy as he puppets me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Alex.Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking him so desperately for. For him to stop? For him to put me out of my misery and send me hurtling over the precipice of my orgasm? I can’t decide. All I know is that both my body and my soul are on fire and any moment now I’m going to be lost to the flames.
“Let go,” Alex rumbles into my hair. “Stop holding back. Give me everything,Argento. Let me have it.”
