Page 57 of Forever Golden
He’s teasing me back, and it’s working. So well that I’m glancing over my shoulder to see if any of the chaperones are watching. Harrison’s wife is still manning the punchbowl, but two teachers have joined her. All three are chatting and laughing, which means they’re not paying much attention.
What I’m trying to say is, I think we can pull this off.
“Someone might notice if we leave at the same time,” I say against his ear. “Meet me by the pool in five.”
His stare darkens and I don’t miss the satisfied smirk that touches his lips when I turn to leave. Whatever plans he had to be a perfect gentleman tonight, they’ll have to wait for date number two.
* * *
My steps echo in the wide-open space as I pace a small section of tile outside the locker room. The smell of chlorine takes me back to a time that seems so long ago—when West and I were still at each other’s throats, while secretly wanting to get in each other’s pants.
Now, today, you’d never guess we’re the same people. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe we’re not.
I spin on my heels when a door unlatches on the opposite side of the pool. My heart’s racing for half a second, thinking one of the chaperones might’ve noticed me slip in, but my nerves settle when I lay eyes on him. The one I love, the one I trust with my life.
“Interesting choice of location,” West says with a slick smile. The sight of it has me wanting to do less talking and more everything else.
“It’s as good as any,” I answer, shrugging while my eyes stay trained on him. I’m also clocking each of his slow steps that bring us closer together.
Along the way, he sheds his suit jacket and leaves it draped over the arm of a chair he passes, inspiring me to undress too, starting with the shoes I unstrap and drop to the tile. He unties his tie next, and lets it fall to the floor before undoing the buttons of his shirt. His gaze moves to my shoulder when I push my dress’s straps down my skin.
Then, we collide.
His lips are hot against mine. And soft.Sosoft. Mine part as his tongue slips between them, feeling like he’ll devour me if I’d let him, which I’d never object to.
With his mouth still locked to mine, he slowly lowers my hand to the bulge at the front of his pants, revealing the result of my teasing. I caress the length of him, which causes a surge of tension to build between my thighs as I remember what he feels like inside me. As if having just heard this thought, he moves his hand beneath the dress’s fabric by way of the deep thigh-slit, then touches me through the silky, black fabric of my underwear. The touch is gentle, but it’s enough that I’m breathless now.
West cranes his neck and kisses a trail from my chin to my neck, thoroughly setting my entire body on fire. Impatient, I undo his zipper and push my hand inside his pants first, deciding half a second later to slip it inside his boxers instead. This time when I grip him, direct skin-on-skin contact has me thinking I’ll suffocate if I don’t have him soon.
I kiss his chest where his open shirt leaves taut skin exposed, not stopping until I’m on my knees, pushing his waistband lower, exposing that damn sexy V.
“What are you doing?”
I hear the breathy question he’s just asked, but don’t answer. Peering up, my eyes roam over his six pack, then his solid pecs that move rapidly, in sync with his panting. When my stare locks with his, he’s maybe wondering if I plan to tease him like I’ve done all night, but I answer the question in his eyes a moment later.
By lowering his boxers to his thighs, and then taking him into my mouth.
“Shiiiiit.” It sounds like every ounce of air just left his lungs, only for them to fill again when a breath hisses through his clenched teeth.
His fingers tangle in my hair and I grip his waist, taking him in deeper. When he starts mumbling incoherently, sounding dazed, I take that to mean he’s enjoying this. Seeing as how he’s made me forget what year this is on several occasions, I’m more than eager to return the favor.
“Damn, Southside.”
Hearing him groan those words, I peer up and take in his expression, only to find his obsessive stare already locked on me. He’s enjoying the show, so I give him one. My lips slide down his length like before, but I take him in a little deeper. Then again, and again, and again. Until I sense he’s had about all he can stand if I want him to last.
He’s so hard, and by this point, myownneeds are calling so loudly I can’t wait any longer. It’s that insatiable craving that has me on my feet again, stepping out of the expensive dress a moment later.
West strips down too, taking a condom from his pocket before grabbing a clean towel off the rack mounted to the wall. He uses it to cover a chair beside the pool before dropping down into it. I stare with the same obsession I’ve seen in his eyes while impatiently waiting for him to sheathe himself. Then, he guides me down onto his lap, slipping in with ease because I’m so damn wet for him.
A needy groan falls from his lips as I ride him like there’s no chance someone can find us here. Like therearen’thundreds of kids right down the hall. Yeah, it’s a big risk, but it’d be a lie if I said that doesn’t turn me on even more.
Holding both sides of West’s face, I kiss him slow and deep, riding him to the same rhythm. His thickness has me wanting to come already, but the unhurried pace helps a little.
Verylittle.
“Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?” he asks, breathing the question over my lips when we finally come up for air.
“Tell me.”