The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1) - Callie Hart Page 0,108

hard it is to hold myself back when she says something like that? I grind my teeth together, sucking in a calming breath as I unbuckle my belt and lose my jeans. It’s probably best if I keep the boxers for now—

Silver sits up, positioning herself on all fours, edging down the bed. Her tits sway as she crawls toward me, and I have to bite back a groan. “What are you doing? You’re not leaving those on,” she says.

“I’m not?” She’s so damn sexy. She sits back on her heels, hooking the material of my boxers beneath her index fingers, slowly wiggling them down over my hips.

“Nope. I want to look at you. I want to be able to see every last millimeter of you.”

She’s a hell of a lot more confident than she was back at the cabin. There’s still a hint of nerves in her eyes, though, as she—

Holy fucking shit!

“Ahhh! Fuck, Silver. Jesus!”

I was expecting her to work my boxers down my legs and then lay back on the bed. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to take hold of my cock, press her lips to the tip and suck it into her fucking mouth.

She looks up at me, eyes searching my face as she slowly slides her mouth down onto my dick. A string of curse words flies out of my mouth. I have no idea what I say, though. My brain has seized. All I can do is watch as Silver carefully takes me deeper into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until I can feel the head of my cock butting up against the back of her throat.

She bobs her head, slowly moving up and down my dick, and I can’t—I have to stop her. Jerking my hips back, I pull out of her mouth, and my cock makes a wet popping as it springs free from her lips.

“Did I do something wrong?” she pants.

“No. But I wanna fuck your mouth so badly, Silver. I want to grab hold of your hair and shove myself all the way down your throat, and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”

She smirks, glowing a little, looking a little pleased with herself. “I take it that’s why you were swearing in Italian?”

I laugh, noting with vague amusement that I sound a little shaky even to my own ears. “I didn’t even realize I had.”

“Sounded very aggressive. You’re gonna have to teach me how to say some of those…”

“Anything. Fucking anything. I’ll give you whatever you want if you lie on your back and let me see that perfect, pretty little pussy.”

She tries to act cool, tries to pretend that she isn’t blushing as she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs, but I see the bright spots on her cheeks. They make her look so damn innocent.

I fall on her like the savage monster I am, grabbing her thighs and closing them around my head as I sink my tongue into her pussy. She pants and shakes against me, writhing, rocking her hips, screaming out a few curse words of her own by the time she comes.

It nearly fucking kills me to show some restraint, but I accomplish what I set out to do. Silver surrenders up two more orgasms before she literally begs me to fuck her. I make her come once more on my dick before I finally allow myself to ride out the wave of my own climax, holding her tight in my arms, shuddering against her, and she clings to me, sighing out my name like a promise.

For a long time, I bury my face into her neck, and I just breathe her in. She smells like summer, like gardenia, and violets, and bright spring mornings. Eventually, I stroke back her damp hair from her face, pulling her close to me and catching her up in the circle of my arms. “This the part where you make your excuses and leave?” I whisper against the crown of her head.

She laughs quietly, pressing a kiss against the ink on my chest in return. “No. This is the part where I realize you’ve stolen my fucking soul, and I have no chance of ever getting it back.”

She borrowed my line, but I don’t mind. If it’s the truth, if I have managed to lay a claim on her like that, then she can borrow as many of my lines as she damn well wants. Fuck it, she can have them all. We