I glance around and realize we’re exposed in the middle of the parking lot, making out as if we’re invisible. “We should go back in before someone sees us out here.”
He grins, mischief lighting up his eyes. “I have a better idea.”
My stomach flips. I love when he gets that look.
He laces his fingers with mine and tugs me across the lot. He leads us towards the football field, then behind the fieldhouse. Once we’re out of sight, he pins me against the back wall, his mouth finding my neck.
“You’re awfully pushy today,” I manage, already breathless.
“I do what I have to do to make my point,” he growls against my throat.
“And what point are you trying to make now?” I ask, fingers weaving into his hair.
He kisses a slow line from ear to ear, tracing every sensitive spot he knows by heart. My dick aches, straining against my jeans, Cullen noticing. He drops to his knees in the soft grass, eyes gleaming with intent. Popping the button on my jeans, he lifts my shirt to kiss below my navel, then drags my zipper down, slow and deliberate.
“No point,” he teases, grinning. “Just showing how much I love you. And maybe interrogate you while your dick’s near my mouth. That seems like the best way to get you to talk.”
I look down at him, heart thudding. “I love you.”
“I know.” He smirks, freeing my cock. He wraps his warm hand around me and swipes his tongue across the tip.
My head thunks back against the wall, a groan spilling from my chest. It’s been almost a week since we’ve touched each other like this, and every nerve ending is screaming for him.
His mouth is wet and hot as he wraps his lips around the head and sucks hard. I swear I see stars. If I knew government secrets, they’d be his in ten seconds flat.
“Fuck, what do you want to know?”
He huffs a laugh around my length, the curve of his lips making my hips jerk. He deep-throats me, gagging.
I nearly come on the spot.
He eases back and stares up at me with those dangerous eyes. “What did the notes say?”
Damnit. Not the question I was hoping for.
“Those are a boner killer,” I grumble.
He shrugs and dives back down, his tongue swirling expertly before pulling off again. “Fair enough. What was your meeting with Principal Ward about?”
He keeps sucking like it’s his full-time job, and my brain short-circuits. “Oh, tha-that? He needed to tell me… damn!” I grab his hair, fucking his mouth as my orgasm builds fast.
Wet sounds mixing with his moans reach my ears, and I realize he’s jacking himself. He gasps, throat tightening on my dick. He stills, then shudders as his release rockets through him.
That tips me right to the edge, but just as my own orgasm rushes down, he pulls off.
“Don’t stop! Please, fuck. Don’t stop!”
“Answer my question then.” He licks a line from my balls to the tip, then sucks me deep into his mouth. I’m shaking, my vision going white at the edges.
“I-I’m the valedictorian,” I gasp. “Valedictorian!”
Then I come down his throat, white-hot spurts pulsing from my tip.
He chokes a little but greedily sucks every last drop from me. When he stands, a proud grin splits his face. “I knew it. I’m so freaking proud of you.”
“Really? Because I had no clue,” I respond through harsh pants.
“Sure, Hudson. Everyone knew it would be you.”
