Page 78 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
“Don't tell me Brittany often wears leather pants,” I say with a bit of a curl to my lip. I have no idea why I bring up the peppy cheerleader that Hael's been dating, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, his cocksure grin gets a little crueler, a little sharper, and I realize that maybe while I was using him yesterday to punish Vic, he was punishing Brittany.
“Not frequently,” Hael agrees, tearing my pants off and slinging them over his shoulder. He parts my knees and then leans in, running that wicked hot tongue up my inner thigh. My hands curl around the ends of the arm rests, and I find myself staring up at the drop ceiling above our heads. “Look at me,” Hael commands, just like he did yesterday.
My gaze drops to his, and I realize that even in this position, I'm not in charge. He is. And it pisses me off. But then he slides his thumb up the crotch of my underwear, and I can't find the energy to be angry. Instead, my skin gets hot and a bead of sweat trails down between my breasts as Hael leans in and presses his mouth against my core in a naughty kiss.
“Eighteen minutes,” I remind him, and he laughs, yanking the panties to the side with two fingers and tasting me between the thighs the same way he tasted my tits yesterday. A sharp exhale escapes me as I grab hold of his bright red hair and pull him closer, encouraging him to move faster. Straight ahead of me, I can see the clock on the wall ticking down the seconds.
Hael's tongue dances a wicked little jig against my body as he slides his left hand under my right thigh, gripping my ass and squeezing hard. He waits until I'm trembling before he finally pays any attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue flicks across it at the same moment he enters me with two fingers, curving them against my aching insides and drawing a climax from me that's like magic. One-part skill, two-parts the thrill that we might get caught.
“Five minutes left,” he says, smirking at me and running his tattooed arm across his mouth. Hael chucks my leather pants at me in challenge. “How good are you, Blackbird?”
“Better than you,” I mock, but Hael gives that braying laugh of his, like he doesn't believe that for shit. I guess, seeing as he gave me an orgasm in thirteen minutes, he can act like that. I struggle into my pants, slip my heels back on, and then turn to find him already situated in the chair.
Hael occupies it like he’s the king of the school, one elbow on the armrest, inked fingers resting beneath his chin. His smirk is lazy and self-assured, his posture dripping arrogance, and his gaze flaming with heat. With those sexy bedroom eyes of his, and that sweet coconut smell, he’s practically irresistible.
Dropping to my knees, I tear the button on his jeans open and look up at him, freeing his cock and feeling my breath catch in my throat. Better than you, I said, but really, that's a load of crap. I barely know what I'm doing.
My hand wraps the base of Hael's cock while he threads tattooed fingers in my hair, guiding my mouth to exactly where he wants it. My dark purple lipstick is gonna stain, but maybe that's what he wants? I don't worry about it as I take the head between my lips and slide forward, enveloping his hard shaft in the heat of my mouth.
The groan that escapes Hael’s lips makes my already over-excited body tingle as I swirl my tongue around the tip and feel his hips buck up off the chair.
“I won't lie, I've wondered what your mouth might feel like,” he says, his fingers pressing a little firmer against the back of my head, encouraging me to go faster, take him deeper. “I used to grill Aaron about it.”
I ignore him, working him with my lips and tongue, wondering how many minutes we have left. We must have at least three, right? My right hand grips the base of Hael’s dick while my tongue does most of the hard work, swirling around him and working these deeply satisfying groans from his throat. He helps me along, hips bucking up off the chair to create more of that wet, hot friction.
I’m so into it, I consider reaching down to stroke myself through my pants when I hear the sound of a key in a lock and start to pull back.
“No, wait, I’m almost there, baby.” Hael holds me still as he groans, thrusting up into my mouth and coming hard before I get a chance to pull away.
“What the hell is this?” A startled male voice snaps the wild tension in the room as I struggle to swallow and wipe my lips at the same time. Hael is buttoning up his jeans like he doesn't give a shit and standing up. I turn to follow his stare and find Principal Vaughn, red-faced and shaking with one hand on the doorknob of his office. “I let you off easy last week, but we're looking at expulsion for something like this.”
