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Somehow, it was elegant, a perfect match for Xander’s classic, statuesque handsomeness, long, thick, and pulsing with need that mirrored my own. I took him into my hand andrelished the way he filled it. I knew I’d enjoy him filling my mouth even more.
With the first taste of him, an exploratory lick starting at the base and slowly dragging up to his tip, I was near rabid. Xander’s smooth, lean torso clenched, jerking his cock in my gentle grip, but he kept a cool, detached expression on his face. As if he was bored by this. It only made me want to please him more, made me want to knock him out of his cool and collected act with the power of my wicked mouth.
I heard Bryce groan behind me when I finally closed my lips around the head of Xander’s erection. God, the perfect salty smoothness of him was heaven, and it was automatic the way I sucked him further inside, relishing the stretch of my jaw. Xander’s breath was starting to quicken as I gripped his shaft with more pressure, cupping his balls with my other hand as I sucked him sloppily, taking him all the way to my throat.
“Good girl,” Xander growled at me through eyes narrowed and almost black with pleasure. In response, I let the head of his cock reach all the way to the back of my throat, sucking him deep and hard before I pulled him partly out again. “Christ, yes, like that.”
“She looks so pretty with your cock in her mouth,” Bryce’s voice chimed in from behind me, full of something like wonder.
“She sure does,” Xander agreed.
I bobbed my head quicker, aching to taste Xander as he orgasmed down my willing throat. Bryce’s grip in my hair tightened, and I loved it when he pulled a little, sending tingles down my spine. The wet sounds of my mouth filled the space as I sucked Xander with more vigor than I’d ever shown with Owen in the past. Xander Townsend had more to work with, anyway, and I moaned around his thickness, pressing my tongue harder to the underside of his cock so he’d feel the ecstasy of the vibration, too.
In perfect time with my efforts, Xander let out a whispered “Fuck,” and the wetness of his precum coated my tongue. I redoubled my efforts, ravenous for him to come in my mouth. I could almost come again just from the thought of it. But when Xander’s frantic grip found the back of my head, too, he pulled me away instead of shoving himself further down my throat. I whimpered, suddenly distraught at the idea of not tasting him. Xander gave me a wicked smile that was no less elegant for the ruddy color that graced his cheeks.
“Ah, ah,” he started slowly, breathlessly. “You’ve been a good girl, but I don’t think you’ve earned the right to drink me down yet. You’ll watch me come on your tits, and you’ll like it.”
Oh,fuck.That authoritative tone in his voice, the wanton red of the head of his cock on the precipice of finishing—it was all too good to be true. I nodded frantically, enjoying even the tiny sting of embarrassment when Xander coldly laughed at my eagerness. He nodded at me, and I understood what he was asking without words, so I wrapped both of my hands around him, jerking him off as I leaned in, my bare tits swelling against his slick head.
When Xander came, he cried out, and somehow, it was still a dignified sound. His cock pulsed in my hands and hot seed streaked my chest, sending echoes of pleasure through my body as it made contact. The sight of his face, jaw lax with pleasure, pupils blown, skin flushed… it was truly beautiful in a way he couldn’t be when he was so perfectly buttoned-up and restrained. That version of him was too cookie-cutter to be something special, but right now, he was raw and wild. And it was all because of me that this gorgeous guy had come apart. I was the reason he panted hard and relaxed his hand in my hair, moving to cup my cheek in his palm as if he didn’t have the energy to grip any longer. Holy hell, but it was powerful to have that kind of effect on someone like Xander. My head was reeling.
It became nearly impossible to regain my composure when Xander recovered from his orgasm, though. In a few quick motions, he’d tucked himself back into his pants, zipped himself up, and nodded at Bryce like they’d just closed a business deal. In seconds, the two of them were standing up and starting to leave the locker room. Bryce shot me a wink, and Xander’s mean-spirited smirk was all the acknowledgement he gave me. As if I wasn’t still crouched on the locker room floor, covered in his cum, the taste of him still fresh on my tongue.
Damn him. Even through the red haze of rage that clouded my vision as they blew me off again, underneath it all, I liked this humiliation, too. The taboo of it all. I still might not have liked Xander or Bryce as people, but my body loved everything they did to me, and even after coming three times, I still felt too much molten desire between my legs to feel any ounce of regret.
14
DANE
It may have been petty, but I was grinning to myself when I left school with no intentions of meeting up with Jade Wells.
The girl had too much power over me. I was realizing that more and more as I continued to replay our time in the pool house in my head on an infinite loop, struggling to control my body’s natural response to the memory of her taste, the feeling of her in my hands. Girls didn’t usually stick in my mind after I’d fucked them. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been inside Jade for real, hadn’t even gotten to satisfy my own need in my single-minded quest to make her come, that she was still on my mind. Either way, it was satisfying to stand her up, to take some of the power back.
I couldn’t wait to see the pissed-off look on her face next time I saw her at school. She didn’t seem stupid, but she was definitely bold and potentially cocky enough to assume I would go to all that effort to plan a secret rendezvous just to hook up with her again. I almost wanted to laugh maniacally at the thought of her waiting outside the school all alone.
A spoiled rich girl like her—because shehadto be a spoiled rich girl, that energy came off her in waves—deserved to betaken down a peg. As someone who grew up in a trailer with my apathetic grandmother and addict parents who never gave a shit whether I lived or died, I couldn’t stand people like her. It was honestly a miracle I was close friends with someone like Xander. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t resent him and his cushy life sometimes, but we’d been friends since before that kind of thing mattered to me. Hell, Bryce’s big, loving, middle-class family was hard to face sometimes, too. Seemed like everyone around me had something I didn’t, and it was hard to go through my life without being miffed about it.
Whatever. My friends were worth the reminders of my not-great station in life, especially since Xander was always generous enough to let us reap the benefits of his daddy’s money. I shoved my bitterness down as I climbed into my shitty, run-down old station wagon. A few deep breaths through my nose and I knew I could face my two best friends like I always did. We had a regular routine of meeting at Xander’s place and playing video games in his basement after school—with Bryce when he didn’t have football practice, and just us two when he did. I was looking forward to kicking some ass in the most recentCall of Duty.
But when I parked my junker in the driveway of Xander’s fancy house in his bougie subdivision and texted the guys that I was here, there was no response. Bryce’s car wasn’t here, but he shared it with his siblings, so that wasn’t too unusual. But Xander’s Mercedes wasn’t in the garage, either. Where the hell were those guys?
I waited. And waited. And I waited some more, because damn it, loyalty mattered to me. But I was more than a little annoyed when what felt like hours passed before Xander’s car finally pulled up, carrying both of my idiot friends and some kind of weirdvibe.
That was really the only way I could describe it as they slowly clambered out of the car and came to meet me in the driveway.They looked… guilty? Starstruck? Some kind of mixture of emotions I’d never seen them express in all the years of our friendship? Maybe I was just losing it, but something deep inside me said Jade Wells, the bane of Coldwater High’s existence since she walked into it, was behind it. I didn’t know how, but I knew.
When we made it to the basement, our usual hangout spot, neither of my friends came out with it. I wasn’t about to ask them about their feelings, though, so I pretended I couldn't sense the weirdness in the room with us like an unsettling fourth friend.
“No practice today?” I asked Bryce, trying to go about our usual business as Xander set up the PS5. He didn’t look like he’d showered, which he always did after practice, which only further solidified the strangeness of how late they were getting to Xander’s house. What the hell could they have been doing for so long? It’d been over an hour.
“Uh, no—it was canceled,” Bryce said. He cleared his throat and avoided my eyes. Xander wasn’t looking at me, either.
Then where the hell were you guys for the past hour?I didn’t say. I simply grunted in acknowledgement, hoping one of them would cave. But when the silence stretched on, only the sound of Xander digging around in the entertainment center for another game controller filling the basement, I couldn’t deal with it. I had to start a conversation.
“You’ll never believe what went down with me and the new girl today,” I told them, and both of my friends’ ears practically perked up like a dog hearing the word “treat”.Of course,thatgets their attention.I was getting pretty tired of Jade Wells taking up so much metaphorical space around here.
“What happened?” Bryce asked, his voice a little strained. Xander just looked at me as if to sayGo ahead.
“Well, after what went down in the pool house, apparently, she couldn’t get enough,” I said. “So today, I asked her to meetme after school for a little more fun. Too bad for her, I didn’t show.”
