Page 95 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
A strange feeling scatters through me, like shooting stars, taking over my whole body as we adjust ourselves, and I end up in his lap. My arms cross together behind Hael's strong neck as I taste the sweat on his lips from a hard day's work.
Shit.
Kissing him is doing all sorts of strange things to me, like I knew I should have never done this in the first place. Kissing someone opens up your soul to theirs, lets you taste their essence in a way that just doesn't come across with sex. And now that I've tasted Hael properly, I sort of … like him?
Victor fades away in my awareness as I grind my hips against the hard bulge in Hael's jeans, and his inked hands drop down to cup my ass. He kneads my flesh as I work my body against his, finding this sweet spot where pleasure teases my clit with every forward thrust. With Hael touching my ass, and his hard, hot body beneath mine, it doesn't take me long to work myself to a climax.
“Oh, yeah, baby, you know where it's at,” Hael growls against my ear as he bites my lower lip and groans as I gasp and shudder in his arms, the violent grinding motion of my hips slowing as that unbearable pleasure unfurls inside of me like a lightning strike. Pretty sure I've soaked my panties and shorts straight through. “Fuck.”
Hael flips me over and then tears my shorts and underwear off, chucking them aside as he leans down to kiss my mouth and struggles with his belt buckle at the same time. I help him free his cock, the long, hard length of him hot and pulsing in my hand. We eat at each other's mouths, totally and completely forgetting that we're being filmed—that we're being watched.
My eyes flick back to find Vic's. His gaze has darkened a dozen shades, turning those dark brown eyes of his into an endless ebon black while his left hand grips his cock in tight fingers. He strokes himself while he watches us, jaw clenched tight, the phone still locked onto our sweaty, tangled bodies.
My fingers tease Hael's dick, my thumb sliding over the bead of pre-cum at the tip and working him until he's panting and thrusting into my hand. He snatches my wrists again and pins both above my head, reaching down to guide the head of his shaft to the molten heat throbbing between my thighs.
“Condom,” Vic barks out, and I grit my teeth. He can't remember when he's fucking me, but he has enough sense to boss his friend around?
There's a knock at the door, but whoever's on the other side doesn't bother to try the knob. Not that it would matter, since it's already locked.
“Vic, are you in there?” It's Aaron.
“Yeah, but fuck off, I'm busy right now.” Victor chucks another condom our way and Hael catches it, cursing as he pulls it out and slides the wet latex over his dick. He doesn't hesitate before he comes down on top of me again, honey-brown eyes dark with need. This time, though, he doesn't hold me like he's trying to piss somebody else off; he holds me like he's glad it's me in his inked hands.
“I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you,” he growls out, tearing my shirt off and tossing it aside. Hael skims his hands over my body, teasing my inked flesh with reverent fingers. He smirks at me, and then grips my hip with one hand, using the other to position himself. “Okay, Havoc Girl, let's see what you've got.” Hael thrusts hard and deep, making me cry out as I throw my head back into the pillows. One of my hands reaches between us to touch my clit as he slams into me, bruising my body with the frenzy of his.
When he leans down to kiss me, I rake my nails along his biceps, feeling the ragged line of the scar on his right arm. His warm breath teases my lips as he kisses me again, his mouth firm but gentle while his hips are absolutely brutal.
We've barely been going ten minutes before I'm crying out again.
“Oh, god, don't stop, baby,” I groan, tugging on Hael's hair as he kisses along the side of my neck. He bites me, too, but it doesn't hurt. Instead, it just draws another orgasm from me, my cunt pulsing along the length of his cock. “No, no, no, no,” I whisper, holding him to me. “Don't stop.”
“No chance in hell,” Hael says, sweat dripping from his body and onto mine. Tiny little green marijuana leaves are stuck all over my skin, but when I breathe deep, all I smell is sex and coconut oil. Fuck, Hael Harbin is good.
