Page 106 of Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 4)
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hands trembling slightly as Hael puts his fingers under the t-shirt, finding my bare hips and letting out a curse of his own. “Maybe you’re right? Maybe you should try your hand at poetry?”
He chuckles at me, but the sound is different now, much deeper, a bedroom laugh if you will.
“Yeah, no,” Hael whispers, leaning down to press his mouth against the side of my neck. “I’ll leave the writing to you; you leave the explosives and the cars to me. Whatever else we can’t handle we’ll make the guys take care of. That’s what I like about this whole arrangement, Bernie. Everybody has a job; everybody has a purpose.” He lifts the shirt up, pausing with it halfway over my head, so that my mouth is the only part of my face that isn’t covered.
When he kisses me, he tastes like heartbreak and drive-ins from the fifties, classic cars and hot summer passion.
Hael licks my lower lip and then moves back just enough to take the shirt off the rest of the way, leaving me standing there naked in nothing but a pair of stolen leather stilettos.
“Hot damn,” he growls, taking me in with dilated pupils and heavy-lidded eyes. “If my poor maman wakes up and finds you in here like this, she’ll have a fucking heart attack and then drown me in good old-fashioned Catholic guilt.”
“Guess we’ll have to try our best to be quiet then,” I whisper back, my voice coarse with need, my thighs slick with desire. I wrap my arms around Hael’s neck, kissing him like the high school sweetheart that every girl wants, the one that tastes like heartbreak yet goes out of his way to keep your heart whole.
He lifts me up with his dirty hands, leaving grease prints on my white ass as we stumble over to the Cadillac. Hael scoots onto it, pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him.
Our eyes meet as I grab hold of his wifebeater and tear it off, chucking it aside and then grabbing his face in both hands, kissing him like I might very well die if I don’t. He touches my face right back, reverently, lovingly. Hael is not afraid to show affection, and it’s exactly the sweet dose of emotional medicine that I need tonight.
He trails his fingers over the pink demon wing tattoos on my chest as I do the same, caressing the words Hot Rod inked into his own skin. We both have designs up and down both arms, just swirls of vibrant color that tell the world we’re not afraid to hurt, to bleed, to express ourselves.
Hael drops his hand between us, undoing his pants and freeing that beautiful dick of his. Not only is it pierced at the tip, but he’s got a few tattoos down there, too. I can only imagine how those appointments must’ve gone, or what the tattoo artist must’ve thought when he asked to have his junk inked.
“Ride me, Blackbird,” he tells me, and I groan in anticipation. “Just like you did at school that day. You remember?”
“I think about it all the time,” I reply as I lift up on my knees and Hael takes hold of my hips, holding me while I guide his cock to my opening. I sink down on him with a deep groan, my eyes closing as he slides his hands up to my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples. “All the fucking time.”
I ride him hard and fast, the Cadillac rocking beneath us. It’s noisy, but hopefully not loud enough to wake his mother. By no means am I a prude, but holy shit, that is not a situation I want to find myself in.
Hael takes over my body, caressing my thighs and then grabbing my ass, encouraging me to ride his dick hard and fast, the metal skull charms on my heels jangling as I work my wet pussy up and down his shaft. His moans are throaty and low, rough and unpracticed. He isn’t performing for me or trying to show me a good time; this is Hael Harbin raw and real.
He takes one of my tits in his mouth, sucking on the soft flesh and swirling his hot tongue around my nipple as I dig my fingers into his hair. When I let myself slide fully down on his dick, I can feel the piercing in the tip teasing my most intimate parts.
To hide the sound of my moans, I yank his head back with a grip on his hair and then press my lips against his neck, biting and sucking like a goddamn vampire. His skin is mottled with the fervor of my kisses, his body soaked with my juices.
“Motherfucker,” he grinds out as I bounce on him in those gawdy ass heels, bringing him to a shuddering climax. His fingers dig into my ass so hard that I cry out, rolling my hips forward a few more times until he’s emptied himself fully into me.
