“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he murmured, pushing my head all the way down to the base of his cock.
I gagged on it, but didn’t pull back, sticking my tongue out and licking his balls.
“A lotof trouble …”
He reached around me, slipping his hand up my skirt and finding my entrance with his fingers.I clamped around their length and choked more on his dick, bobbing my head up and down on him.
Holy—how is he so deep already?!
“More!”I cried, my voice muffled on his dick.“Please, more!”
I swallowed as much of his cock as I could with every bob of my head, desperate to please him.I hadn’t stopped thinking about him all night.I touched myself when I knew that I shouldn’t, wondering what he’d be like in bed.
I’d thought he’d be shy, reserved.But this?This?!Fuck.
After pulling his hand out of my hair, he wrapped it around the base of his cock and balls, feeding himself to me while he was knuckle deep in my pussy with his other hand, massaging my G-spot with those long fingers.
“Cairo,” I cried on his cock, spit running down my chin and between his thighs, probably staining the driver’s seat.I dug my fingernails into his thighs and whimpered, the pressure rising quickly inside me.“I’m going to … I’m going to …”
Cairo lifted his hips off the seat, pushing himself deeper into my throat, and grunted.His cum shot into my mouth, and I came hard on his fingers, my pussy exploding, pulsating, clenching, and tightening on them.
“Oh my God!”I cried, pulling back, my legs shaking uncontrollably and cum rolling down my chin.
Cairo sat back in the driver’s seat and stuffed himself back into his jeans, breathing heavily.“Maybe we can do this more often?You know, coffee before school …” He paused and glanced down at his lap.“Or this.”
I wiped the spit off the corner of my lip.“Maybe we can.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
ASTRID
“Don’tyou usually meet The Crew in the mornings?”I asked, walking with Cairo into Redwood Academy.
It was ten minutes before the first bell, and normally, the halls were dead until five of seven, but not today.
Students were bustling in the corridors, chatting with each other about the baseball game tonight.Baseball wasn’t huge in our school, but we were playing against our rival, and usually, the entire senior class got wasted on game days.
“Sometimes,” Cairo said, glancing around—back to his nervous, shy self.“Not today.”
“Why not?You’re all?—”
Before I could say another word, ask another question, or let him answer anything for me, my gaze landed on Calix down the hallway.He was leaning against a set of lockers, his gaze on his ex-girlfriend.
Thiswas why they hadn’t hung out this morning, wasn’t it?
I gritted my teeth and stared at Mira.That bitch had once been in our friend group until she went crazy and began fucking Calix.My gaze shifted back and forth between them for a moment, and I balled my hand into a fist.
How could he be with her?Whywas he with her?They had broken up so long ago, and as soon as we had gotten together, they were suddenly back together?No, that couldn’t be right.Something was up.
Mira wrapped her arm around his and pressed her breasts against his chest, beaming up at him.Jealousy twisted my insides, and my mouth dried.
Fuck.I hate her.I hate her.I hate her.I hate her.I hate her.
As if she knew I was looking at them, she peered over at me.Calix remained still, looking down at her, but his body tensed a bit.He knew that I was watching, and this fucker didn’t care.
“Oh,” I hummed to Cairo as nonchalantly as I could, “Mira and Calix are back together?”
Cairo scratched the back of his neck.“Oh, yeah …”
