Page 76 of Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 5)
“Seriously though?” I ask, but I can’t help the laugh that escapes as Bernadette tosses her hair in time to the music. “Classic stripper rock. Are you my stripper, baby?”
“Get your ass in the backseat,” she tells me, sliding off my lap as I groan at the loss of her heat. I crank the volume up, happy that I put a little extra into the sound system of the Eldorado. Blew through a good quarter of my savings on the damn thing, but like, what’s the point of driving such a beautiful car if you don’t have the right soundtrack to go with it?
I hop into the back, stretching my legs along the bench seat as Bernie crawls over and straddles me. Her pretty little hands free my pulsing cock, teasing the pre-cum that leaks from the tip as she lifts her green eyes up to mine. Tucking some of that gorgeous hair behind her ear, she leans down, leather-clad ass up in the air as she slicks her tongue around the head.
Her mouth creates a torrid love affair with my cock as my fingers massage her scalp, encouraging her to take me as deep as she can. The slick feel of her tongue makes my balls contract, and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from spilling myself too early.
I’m going to savor this fucking moment.
The sound of tires on gravel precedes the police cruiser pulling into the lot, and I glance briefly at the screen of my phone before chucking it into the front seat.
“Seventeen minutes,” I groan as the song switches to “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days and Zakk Wylde. The police keep their distance, parking in the space farthest from us, but with the top down, and Bernie’s ass sticking up the way it is, there can’t be any doubt as to what we’re up to over here.
And, like, I honestly couldn’t give a fuck less.
All that matters right now is the way Bernie squeezes the base of my shaft, her tongue slicking up the underside like she’s licking a goddamn lollipop. She flicks her gaze up to mine as she wraps her pink mouth around the tip, tongue shooting out and tasting me as my hips buck up against her face.
“We have an audience,” I tell her, but Bernie just chuckles, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. The vibration of that throaty sound vibrates my shaft, and my eyes roll back into my head. “Jesus Christ, Blackbird.”
“That’s nothing special,” she murmurs, yanking my jeans down and encouraging me to take them off. Well, shit. In the backseat of the Eldorado, the top open, the city stretched out before us … The Ford F100 across the parking lot is bouncing quite nicely, letting me know that Pussy Point is living up to its name.
I kick my boots off and let Bernadette pants my ass. She sits up briefly, undoing her own pants and dipping her hand inside, her eyelids fluttering as she plays with her pussy for a moment. I have no clue what she’s doing, but I’m game to watch. When she withdraws her hand, her fingers are slick with her own lube.
I watch, fascinated, as she drops her mouth back to my cock, circling the base with her left hand and sucking the tip while at the same time inserting a lubed-up finger into my ass.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, the fingers of one hand digging into the seat while the other grips Bernie’s hair with a rough, almost violent contraction. There’s no controlling myself then. The orgasm slips from me along with a guttural sound that echoes across the parking lot and I shoot a hot stream of cum into my girl’s mouth.
She stays where she is as I pulse and thrust against her and then collapse into the seat.
“I take it you liked that,” Bernie purrs as I yank my shirt over my head and offer it to her to clean her fingers off. She chucks it into the front seat and then crawls up against me, her breasts pressing against my chest as our mouths come together with a sweet heat, sultry rock music spilling out into the night.
“Thank fuck Oregon recently passed that close-in-age exemption law,” I say, still panting heavily as Bernadette trails hot kisses along the length of my jaw, pausing at the pulsing throb of my pulse. She pulls back just slightly and quirks a brow. “Romeo and Juliet law? No?”
“So you won’t get charged with statutory rape?” she queries back, and I nod. Technically, since I’m eighteen and she’s seventeen, and we’re being followed by cops, it could be bad news bear for me. “Oh, and that’s absolutely something Sara Young would do.” She sits up and combs her hair over her shoulder, her hands resting on my bare thighs.
