Page 95 of Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 2)
“If you were anybody else, I’d break your hand for touching my baby.” Hael kisses me, spiking my blood with adrenaline, making me feel sexy and naughty and free. Oh, and young. He most definitely makes me feel young, like we could both truly be seventeen for one, precious moment. “Not you though, Blackbird. Not you.”
Hael puts his cock to my opening and thrusts into me. The car groans again, like it’s truly part of this interaction, the third person in our little threesome. Where’s the condom, Bernie?! I remember too late. I try to make myself say something, but then Hael starts to move and my mind is destroyed by the rush of pleasure.
A truck rumbles by on the street and Hael pauses, like just because he’s not moving it won’t be obvious that his ass is hanging out, that my legs are wrapped around him, that we’re joined together in sin.
He waits until the truck turns the corner before he starts to move again, fast and hard and frenzied. In just a short while, he’ll be at Brittany’s house, sitting on a couch and looking across at her father who just so happens to be a cop, telling him that he got his baby girl pregnant. The thought makes me grit my teeth as I dig my nails into Hael’s upper arms, marking him as my own.
“Come over sometime and visit me at my house,” Hael murmurs, kissing the edge of my mouth as he cups my ass with soft hands, fingers digging beneath the loose fabric of the shorts. “We can make love all over your Eldorado, so long as you don’t mind being covered in grease.”
A moan escapes my lips at the idea as Hael slides one hand up my side, shoving my borrowed t-shirt up to grab my bare breast. He kneads the heavy flesh with his fingers, thumb stroking over the pert point of my nipple.
“Check this, Bernie,” he purrs, licking me again, like he just can’t get enough of the taste. Hael seems eager to show off for me, and I have to say, I don’t mind one goddamn bit. He drops his hand between us to find my clit, squeezing it between two fingers and making my heart thunder. When he starts to rub it in slow, lazy circles, I feel my body breaking down.
“Tell me I’m tighter than Brittany,” I moan, even though I hate to hear her name pass his lips.
“So much tighter,” he agrees, thrusting hard and deep. “So much wetter.” Another thrust, another flick of my clit. My breasts bounce as the car rocks underneath us, taking the motion of its master’s thrusting hips without complaint. “So much prettier, too. I imagined you when I was fucking her, you know that?”
“Oh god, shut up,” I groan as he works up the fire between my legs, stoking it with carefully crafted expertise. The orgasm takes over me from the inside, instantly relieving all of my stress, making me forget where I am and why I should be quiet.
A scream of ecstasy escapes my throat, making Hael chuckle as he rides out the tender squeezing of my body around his. He lets me finish before he works on his own climax, holding my panting body and thrusting until he’s shuddering in my arms, his body now as soaked with sweat as my own.
We sit there for a second, hearts pounding, just trying to catch our breath.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I say, even though I know that I’m essentially admitting that I want him here, that I’ll … like, miss him or something. Gross.
“Same,” he says, standing up and fixing his pants. There’s not much to do about me; I just have to clean myself up after he leaves. Hael looks down at me, eyes sparkling, face contemplative. I’m sure he’s about to say something profound and extraordinary when he proves to me that he’s just as much of a cocky slut as I always expected. “By the way, I just won that bet.” He taps me on the nose and leans in close, putting his hands on his lower back as he cops a wicked smile. “And I will be collecting on that blow job.”
I slap him in the chest, but he just catches my wrist and yanks me up and off the hood of the car, planting one, last kiss to my lips before he climbs into the Camaro.
“I’ll call you later?” he says, and I nod, crossing my arms under my breasts as Hael pulls out of the driveway and disappears down the street.“Feel better now?” Vic asks me when I come out of the bathroom after cleaning up. I’m breathless and pink-cheeked, with that freshly-fucked look, I’m sure. He’s the only one in the living room now, sitting on the long couch in front of the coffee table, tattooed arms stretched out on either side of him and resting on the tops of the pillows. “Now that you’ve punished me thoroughly, I mean.”
