Well, at least he’d pulled out.
“Sorry. Fuck. Sorry.” His fingers were playing with my clit, his other hand still fondling my breast. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
I squirmed. My knees were already sore and I knew they’d be marked up from the hard ground, but I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay like this until he was ready again.
“More,” I told him thickly, moving my hips.
“So greedy,” his approving voice rumbled onto my skin. He pinched my clit lightly as the fingers of his other hand pushed into me, two fingers thrusting steadily. I tilted my hips until they were hitting just the right nerve.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped when I was getting close.
He stopped abruptly.
“What did I say?” I snapped at him, unfinished and surly with it.
His answer came in the form of his recovered cock breaching me. He picked up the steady rhythm again, but this time it was so much better with the thickness of him.
I’d just started to come, my sheath clenching around him, when he pulled out again.
I straightened, turned, and pressed myself against him, grabbing his spasming cock and helping him finish with my hand, pulling his blunt tip to smash against my sensitive clit as we both got off, his warm cum coating my tender flesh in continuous pumps.
It was so good that I kept ahold of him, giving him open-mouthed kisses as I squeezed him, not ready for it to end.
He pressed me onto my back, spreading my legs open wide.
He had my breasts in his hands, pushed together while he licked my nipples when he reluctantly pulled back. “We should go somewhere. To your grandma’s probably. She’ll still be at work, so . . .”
I pulled his head back to my breasts, aiming one aching nipple at his mouth. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was already worked up again, and it was still a solid fifteen-minute walk. I didn’t think I could wait that long and I told him so.
With a loud pop, he let my nipple out of his mouth. “It’ll take me more than fifteen minutes to recover,” he pointed out.
I bit my lip and pushed his head down just enough for him to get the hint.
He smiled and put his mouth on me again.
“God, if the girls at school only knew, mmm, that you could do this to them,” I told the sky as he kissed his way across my body. “They already want you something fierce, and they have no idea, mmm, that you’re like this, mmm.”
He came up for air long enough to say, “For the record, I’m not interested in doing this to anyone but you.”
His head was deep between my legs, and I was just on the edge of release when he pulled away.
“What!” I cried out. It was no time to be stopping.
He moved up my body, and grinning, shoved into me again.
My sated body was still vibrating, his heavy weight on top of me, when I blinked my eyes open and caught a movement at the corner of it.
I froze.
Dante was oblivious at first, still moaning as he finished on my thigh, his mouth busy on my neck.
I tapped his shoulder, then tapped it again.
“Mmm?” He made the noise between kisses.
“Someone saw us,” I told him, shivering.
His head snapped up, his entire body lifting off me. “What?”
“Someone was watching us,” I clarified. I pointed to the spot in the trees. “I don’t know for how long, but I saw somebody when I opened my eyes. They were watching us, but when I spotted them, they disappeared.
“Did you get a look at them?”
“It was a big man. I think it was that homeless guy, the one that’s always sleeping by the river, closer to the middle school. Remember?”
Dante was not happy about that. He cursed fluently as he got dressed, then impatiently stuffed me back into my clothes since I hadn’t been hurrying fast enough to suit him.
He dragged me around as he checked the immediate area, but there was no sign of the guy by then. “I don’t like it. I should find the pervert and put the fear of God into him.”
“I don’t honestly know how long he was watching. He might have just stumbled upon us, and I just happened to catch sight of him before he could leave.”
I moved into him, hand rubbing his chest. “Let’s forget about it. Let’s go to my grandma’s.” I cupped him. “We weren’t done, were we?”
His head fell back. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
We didn’t make it back to school that day, and even knowing he’d catch hell from his coach for it, he skipped practice.
The next day we couldn’t even look at each other without the past day’s sensory memories ruling us. I lasted until just after third period.
“I’m so sore,” I breathed into his ear.
His answer was a very satisfying, half-stifled moan.
“I can’t sit down for another class, so I’m skipping,” I continued.
His hands squeezed my hips, and I may as well have been reading his mind.
“You know what’s not sore, though?” I asked him.
His only answer was a few helpless pants into my ear.
“My mouth.”
“At this rate,” he told me later. We were in my bed, his naked form spooning me from behind, “I’m going to get kicked off the team.”
I didn’t tell him that that wouldn’t have made me sad. He knew how I felt about football.
It was just a few weeks later that it happened.
It is so sad and so terrible how the most random and senseless things can set about your destruction.
Walking home alone that day was a complete fluke. Nothing but a temperamental whim on my part. Something so silly, some petty, jealous fit over Dante being too nice to Tiffany, and I’d gone into a rage and decided to go home early, ditching out while Dante was at practice, and sulk by myself.
When I think back on it there’s always some significant echo, some resounding weight to the steps I took alone into the woods that day.
But I couldn’t say if I noticed it then, only that it has attributed itself quite securely to my memories.
It is a powerful echo, one that aches with regret and a million what ifs.
What if I hadn’t gone that way? What if I hadn’t gone alone?
What if I’d waited for Dante to walk with me?
Any of those things could have prevented so much heartache, so much pain, and the domino effect of destruction that followed.
One thing was for certain, whether it was memory or retrospect, those footsteps would reverberate like gunfire through the rest of my life.
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BOOKS BY R.K. LILLEY
THE DANTE & SCARLETT SERIES
BREAKING HIM
BREAKING HER - COMING SOON
THE WILD SIDE SERIES
THE WILD SIDE
IRIS
DAIR
THE OTHER MAN
TYRANT - COMING SOON
THE UP IN THE AIR SERIES
IN FLIGHT
MILE HIGH
GROUNDED
MR. BEAUTIFUL
LANA (AN UP IN THE AIR COMPANION NOVELLA)
AUTHORITY - COMING SOON
THE TRISTAN & DANIKA SERIES