That’s all it takes and I drop the leash, needing to prop myself up as he rails me. Lex drives me up the bed, cock rigid and stabbing at me with hard, rippling movements. I grunt, I sway, I reach between my legs. My fingers move between my pussy lips until I find the pearl of my clit and circle it. I’m so close. Almost there…
His fingers dig against my hips and then one releases me, moving down between our bodies. I shift, gasping as he slips a finger in along with his cock, pressing it against the thin skin of my inner walls and soaking it in my pussy juices. He pulls it out and directs it upward.
“Lex…” His name is both a prayer and warning. Ugh. What is it with these men and my ass?
“Hush, baby, you know you like it,” he replies.
His finger circles my asshole, using my own juices to soften the skin, and press inward. It’s just one finger and I’ve had more, but it’s different when he’s fucking me so hard that it takes all of my concentration to remain upright on all fours.
Lex buries his finger in my ass and fucks my pussy with unrelenting power. I tighten all over, crying out as my insides clench and ripple. My elbows collapse and I fall forward. My face presses into the satin sheets as my stomach cramps and my thighs tremble uncontrollably. It’s too much. It’s everything. It’s… warm, I realize a moment later as the hot wash of cum fills me.
Lex grunts and then moans low and long as he slowly removes his finger from my ass and focuses on his own release. Jet after jet of cum lances against my insides and I know before he even pulls out that I’m going to be dripping in him before I fall asleep tonight. Even if I clean myself of him thoroughly immediately after this session, I have no doubt that he’ll find himself balls deep inside me before we shut our eyes and I’ll have a piece of him still in me by the time I head back to school tomorrow to find out my official punishment.
23
JULIET
I’m curled up and so comfortable against the black satin sheets that smell like clean laundry detergent and sexy cologne that when I wake it takes me a moment to realize that the body at my back is not the same one I fell asleep next to. I should be used to it by now—the way these men slip in and out of their places at my side or back. The arms curled around my waist are darker than Lex’s and more wiry in muscle too. The hard cock pressed against my backside is accompanied by the cool feeling of metal at the tip, and that’s all the hint I need to know who traded places with the man who fucked my brains out the night before.
The scent of something spicy invades my senses. My bladder rebels against the idea of remaining right where I am, comfortable and covered in masculine warmth. Blinking my eyes open, I spy the open side of the bed in front of me. I stretch away from the body against me only for those arms to tighten around my middle and drag me straight back into a hard, naked chest.
“No,” Gio mumbles against my back as he nuzzles against my hair.
I slap his arm as my bladder protests once more. “I have to pee,” I snap.
He groans, but eventually releases me. I crawl from the bed and head into the bathroom. Minutes later, I’m back and searching Lex’s room for clothes and Gio is sitting up against the headboard, the black satin sheets pulled up around his waist.
“Where’s Lex?” I ask. “And when did you crawl into bed with me?”
G yawns, stretching his arms up over his head as he does so. Finding a pair of my own jeans, I yank them up my legs sans underwear and don one of Lex’s video game t-shirts, lifting my hair out of the back of the collar. The shoebox from the night before is gone, likely returned to the closet, and I have no intention of going in search of it.
“Lex called and said he had a meeting with Viks,” G grumbles, lowering his arms and scratching his neck as he blinks blearily at me. “He’s going to school late and didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
“Is that why you’re naked?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips as I stare him down.
G shrugs. “I don’t like sleeping in a whole bunch of clothes,” he says. “I get hot.”
I raise one brow and then direct my eyes to the clock on the nightstand. “What you are is late,” I say, reading the time. “And so am I.”
“Uh, you’re suspended,” he reminds me. “Or did you forget what happened yesterday?”
I didn’t forget, and though I do assume that one of my punishments will include suspension, I know I’m still supposed to go back to school today to meet with Principal Long in her office. No classes, just more scolding and a full picture of what I’m looking at in terms of consequences.
My dream of getting the fuck out of Silverwood is drifting further and further away with each passing day. There’s noway they’d accept someone like me if I have a record of school suspensions.
The sheets on the bed move as Gio shifts to the side, turning and bending to retrieve a pair of sweats that he yanks onto his feet one at a time. He stands and I’m greeted by the full moon of his backside. Tilting my head to the side, I can’t help but admire the muscular ass that he’s sporting. He turns and catches my gaze with a grin.
“Take a picture, Prep Girl,” he says, heading for the bathroom. “It’ll last longer.”
Thirty minutes later, we’re in G’s Firebird and heading to school. By the time he pulls into the already full student parking lot, it’s halfway through homeroom period. When we head inside, Gio doesn’t turn or head in the direction of the classrooms, but follows me all the way to the front office.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” I say. Even as the words leave my lips, I’m searching the front hall and peering through the glass into the waiting area of the front desk for any sign of Morpheus. Thankfully, there isn’t any.
G doesn’t respond to my words, merely leans forward and turns the door handle, holding it open for me to enter. I sigh and step inside. Principal Long’s secretary takes one look at me and jerks her thumb over her shoulder.
“She’s waiting for you,” she says. I wince. The fact that the old bat already knows me well enough to know what I’m here for can’t mean good news—not that I expected there to be any. I straighten my shoulders and suck in a breath before marching down the short hallway, pausing halfway when I realize Gio isn’t following me.
Instead, he’s standing at the front desk, chatting up the secretary. When he catches me looking his way with a frown, he waves me on and gives no other explanation. Huh. Maybe he just needed a pass to go to class late.
