Dirty Little Secrets (Hillcrest Prep #1.5) - Trilina Pucci Page 0,11

me,” she says innocently, but with filthy intent. “Like…with your fingers.”

A deep appreciative groan rattles my chest, and I force her to stand before I whip her around, pulling her back down onto my lap. Her head turns sideways, and I bring my lips to her ear to whisper.

“This way, you can watch the stars while I make you see them.”

She begins to unbuckle her jeans, but I take over, letting the zipper down. I reach up to cup one of her breasts, making her head drop back again, her cheek meeting my temple.

“Leg over,” I direct, demanding her mouth as I kiss up her cheek.

Her head turns to give me what I want as I softly massage her breast, running my thumb over her hard nipple. Fuck, she’s so hot. She lifts her leg over mine, letting it hang over my knee, spreading for me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says aloud breathlessly.

“Shh. If you want me to stop, just say it, and I will, baby.”

Her head shakes. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.”

My rough palm slides down the front of her shirt, stopping as I come to the opened button on her jeans. I let my fingers tickle her soft skin, running them back and forth.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

“Yes” is captured inside her quiet moan. My fingers linger for a moment until I move lower to her mound, over her panties. She lifts her hips, pressing the evidence of her arousal into my hand. So fucking wet. I run my thumb just under the cotton band, teasing her, before scrunching the fabric down to brush over her clit.

Her body bucks. “Oh my God.”

I tuck my fingers up to push inside of her underwear, spreading her silky hair. Goddamn, she feels good. I slice in between her wet folds, covering her swollen center, eating the soft mewls filling my ears with my mouth over hers.

“You feel like velvet on my fingertips,” I whisper, staring at the pleasure on her face.

She’s cast in the light as the stars shine down on her. I’m starting to think they only come out for her. Because she looks like a dream—spread wide, wanting, unfazed by the dirty things I’m doing to her out in the wide open.

I can feel her heart pounding as I massage softly, slowly dragging my finger around her clit in small circles. Each stroke of my finger makes her body squirm more. But I take my time, stroking her clit, changing the rhythm because I want to hear her scream.

Fuck one night. I want her cum on my fingertips every night.

“Jackson. It feels so good.”

I nip at her earlobe, pulling it between my lips to suck as I rub harder, feeling her clit swell and the tiny pulse inside beat against my finger. She wants to come—badly.

“Tell me your name. I want to memorize this moment with you. Because you’re perfect. The real you is fucking perfect.”

Her lips part, as if she’s going to say the words, but all that comes out is her breath. She squeezes her eyes closed as her other hand grips my strong forearm, trying to force me to go faster.

“More. Please.”

I smile into her neck, moving faster, knowing that she’s ready.

“I like the way you say please. Say it again.”

Her pussy bucks, wanting me to fuck her harder, faster—to take her over the edge. I lower my hand from her breast to around her waist, holding her in place.

“Say it.”

I push a finger inside her roughly, letting my palm rub her clit.

“Say it, baby.”

“Please,” she moans, husky and dripped in desire.

We’re rocking together as I hunch over her. My arm dips in and out of her jeans, as my cock pushes against her ass. It’s uncomfortably hard, but I grind into her, loving the dirtiness of this moment.

“You’ve got me on both sides, baby,” I tease, pressing into her backside harder as I shove another finger inside her.

Her whole body tenses as her nails dig into my arm.

“Open your eyes,” I breathe out, reclining us back, letting her head lift to the sky.

Without hesitation, she does, screaming as her body cascades into sheer fucking pleasure. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. She convulses, a shiver jerking her body as she rides the wave.

Her cheeks are red, lips wet from being kissed, and her body pliant as her shoulders slump. She peels her fingers from my arm, one at a time, as stuttered breaths pepper her words.

“Oh my God. I just got