seventeen
Sebastian Swift
“Let’s not end the party too soon,” Tony says, grabbing Lexi. “It’s your turn.”
He tosses her down on the hood of the Viv’s car, his big dick bobbing in the cold air.
“Billy,” she screams, trying to twist away as Tony yanks open her jeans.
“Go fuck on your own car,” I call. “You’re going to dent the Corvette.”
“Dude, for the last time, my cousin ain’t interested in your Yankee ass,” Billy says, grabbing Tony from behind and dragging him off Lexi. He has his hand in her pants, and she’s jerked along with him. She crashes to the ground, tumbling across the gravel and cursing as her hair flies in her face.
Billy and Tony start to scuffle, and after a minute, it gets heated, and fists fly. I pull Vivienne around the other side of her car while they go at it in the middle of the dirt road. I’ll get involved if needed, but considering Tony’s just got Theo as backup, I don’t think it’ll turn into much of a brawl, even with the two guys from the bonfire who came over to watch me finish off Vivienne. I don’t recognize them, so they probably go to Willow Heights, but there are still more of us.
Tony gets Billy on the ground, and Theo steps in and kicks him while he’s pinned. Maddox strolls over and shoves Theo away, and the smaller guy goes reeling. Maddox is the biggest guy on the team, not just tall but fucking ripped, and even though Tony and Billy are both good sized football players, they look like children in Maddox’s hands as he hauls them apart and drags them both to their feet.
“Enough,” he growls. “Tony, you live on our street, and that comes with certain benefits, but you’re not one of us. When you go after one of ours, you forfeit any protection we offer. Is that what you want to do?”
I hug Vivienne tighter to my chest, wondering if I should try to split now that they’re talking gang business or avoid drawing attention to the princess here.
“What about him?” Tony protests, throwing an arm in Billy’s direction.
Maddox lifts his chin and gives Tony his stone face. “Billy’s one of us.”
“She’s not,” Tony says, pointing at Lexi with menace burning in his dark eyes.
“I may not be a Crow,” she says. “But I belong here more than you ever will. Now put your little dick away before you lose it.”
She leans in and spits, and it takes a second for me to realize she spit right on his dick, which is the very opposite of little, and still hanging out of his pants. The air is sucked from the group as everyone stands there, waiting for him to react.
“You fucking cunt,” he says, starting toward her.
Maddox holds up a warning hand. “Take another step and see what happens.”
His voice is a quiet rumble, but the weight it holds stops Tony in his tracks.
He glowers around at us like he’s just realizing that his brothers aren’t here to back him up. Then he wipes the loogie off his dick and shakes it off his hand onto the ground. “The next time your spit’s on my dick, you’ll be choking on it so hard you can’t breathe,” he says to Lexi, then shoves himself back into his pants.
“When I can’t breathe, I bite,” she says. “Now why don’t you fuck off back to your rich friends at Willow Heights? Oh, that’s right. They don’t want you, either.”
“Shut your bitch up, or I will,” Tony snaps at Billy.
“Can’t handle the truth?” Lexi taunts. “Is that why you your bitch never speaks?”
She gestures to Theo, who’s strolled back over, looking unconcerned by the drama as always.
“You should try it,” he says, flicking his long hair out of his eyes and tucking his hands the into the pockets of his baggy skater jeans, seemingly unfazed by Lexi calling him another man’s bitch.
“Fun’s over,” Maddox says. “Get her out of here, Billy. She talks too much.”
“Y’all just can’t stand when a girl speaks up about one of your buddies,” she says. Billy scoops her up, but she keeps hollering over his shoulder as he carries her to the truck. “Hey, Tony! Maybe you should spend more time at home figuring out why no one wants to hang out with your bitch ass instead of making us put up with you when the kids at your own school won’t.”
“Come on,” Maddox says, locking a restraining arm around Tony’s shoulders. “You ride with me. Theo can have the bitch seat.”
Theo takes out a pack of cigarettes, and Tony snatches it from his hand. He takes one and tosses one to Maddox before returning the pack. They stand there smoking while Tommy gets in the truck with the others and they drive away. I slip my hand into Vivienne’s coat pocket and pull out her keys. “Let’s get out of here.”
“You’re not driving my car.”
“I don’t think you can stop me,” I say, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Unless you want to sit in my lap. I wouldn’t mind having my dick inside you while you fly this thing down the highway like you did last time.”
I pat my thigh and give her my most winning smile, but she only glares. “Get out.”
“We can stay here all night, but you won’t change my mind, Princess.”
She must realize the wisdom in my words, because she quits arguing and climbs into the passenger side. “You crash my car, my parents will actually sue you.”
“I won’t crash it,” I assure her, shifting into gear. “I might steal it, though.”
“Very funny,” she says.
“Feel free to give me some road head to show your gratitude,” I say, flashing her a grin.
“Gratitude?” she asks. “For humiliating me and putting me on display for all your friends?”
“For giving you the best damn orgasm of your life,” I correct her. “Best three orgasms, if your nerd brain requires precision.”
She crosses her arms and glares. Ignoring her, I shift and speed down the gravel road. I can’t wait to get this baby on the highway and feel her purr for me like her owner just did.
“And how would you know if you’re the best I’ve had in my life?” she asks.
I scoff at that. “Because I’ve seen your ex.”
“Who said I was talking about Chaz?”
Annoyance flares inside me, and I let off the clutch before turning onto the ramp to I-40. It’s one thing to know Nerd Boy fucked her, but after she admitted his dick was less than impressive, I know he’s no competition. No one else should be touching her. I’m irritated that now I’m thinking about that instead of how the Corvette feels as we glide onto the interstate, eating up the pavement like it’s smooth as butter when I shift into a higher gear.
“Who else made you cum?” I demand.
“I don’t have to tell you that.”
“You saying I’ve got something to prove?” I ask. “Because I’ll prove it. I’ll pull over right now and eat your pussy ‘til it’s raw.”
Just thinking about it makes me need to adjust myself. I reach over to lay a hand on her thigh, squeezing when she tries to pull away.
“Fine,” she admits. “Those were the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Still doesn’t make what you did okay.”
“Damn,” I say, shaking my head. “I was kind of hoping you’d keep arguing so I could eat you out again.”
“You’re not even going to apologize, are you?”
“For being the best you’ve ever had? Nope.”
“Sebastian, I’m serious. What you did back there is not cool.”
“I’m serious too, Princess,” I say, squeezing her thigh. “Now, don’t you want to see if you can be the best I’ve ever had?”
“Just go home, so I can go home.”
“I was thinking I might not go home tonight,” I say, pulling off at the Faulkner exit way too soon.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back on the smooth leather seat. “And why would you think that?”
“Because I want more.”
She lifts her head and looks at me like she’s just realized I’m not messing with her. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“Okay.”
She narrows her eyes, watching me. “So why would you come over?”
I shrug. “We can do other stuff.”
“I’m not doing anything with you after what you did back there.”
“Then I’ll just hold you all night.”
She sighs. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Maybe that’s what I’d do if I was really your boyfriend.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she says, turning to the window. “My parents would never let you stay over.”
“Your parents are probably asleep,” I point out. “And they’ve already let me stay the night lots of times.”
“You’re not staying over.”
“We’ll see.”
We pull up to the gate, and I punch in the code and pull the Corvette through, circling around to the garage.
“How do you know my gate code?”
“I’m your brother’s best friend,” I remind her.
Saying those words reminds me what I’m doing, that this is my best friend’s sister. But it’s too late to go back now. I’ve gotten a taste of her, and nothing can stop me from getting more, getting all of her. I’m just going to have to see it through until the end and pick up the pieces then.
Vivienne must be thinking the same thing because she asks, “And what do you think he’ll do when he finds you here?”
“I guess we better be quiet,” I say, giving her a wink as I shut off the engine.
“If you’re going to follow me home like a dog, you can sleep in the car like one,” she says, getting out and slamming the door. She stomps toward the door to the house as I climb out.
“A male dog only follows a female home if she’s in heat,” I call after her. She punches in a code to disable the alarm, slips through, and closes it behind her, setting the alarm again before I can follow.
A half hour later, she emerges from her bathroom in a pair of tiny sleep shorts and a tank. She skids to a stop when she sees me lying in her bed, propped up on the pillows.
“What are you doing in here?” she hisses, glancing at the door to her bedroom.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask, lifting the blankets for her.
“How did you get in?” she demands.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t set off the alarm,” I say. “I know the code to that too.”
She glares at me, and I know I must look as smug as I feel. “If you spent half as much time on your grades as you do trying to get laid, you wouldn’t need a tutor.”
“If I didn’t need a tutor, you wouldn’t have gotten the best orgasm of your life,” I point out. “Now get in here so I can give you another one. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue.”
“We can’t,” she reminds me. “Someone might hear.”
“Then cover your mouth when you scream,” I say, reaching for her and pulling her onto the bed. “Now, are you going to sit on my face, or do you need an audience before you’ll perform?”
“What?” she asks, her eyes widening.
“I can call in reinforcements,” I say, giving her my most wicked grin. I run my fingers up her bare arm, sitting up to kiss her shoulder.
“I don’t need an audience,” she says indignantly.
“It’s okay to admit that’s your thing, Princess. No judgment.”
“It’s not,” she growls, shrugging me off and glaring at my bare shoulders and chest like they’ve personally offended her. “And are you better be wearing something on the bottom half.”
“We’re having a sleepover, right?” I ask. “I sleep in the nude.”
“Put your clothes on.”
“And I’m not convinced about the audience,” I say, laying back on my elbows. “Don’t change the subject. You only let me do that back there to convince everyone I’m your boyfriend. Don’t worry, I ain’t mad about it. I still got to suck the cum out of your pussy.”
“I didn’t let you do anything,” she says, giving me a hard look.
“Are you going to let me without an audience?” I challenge.
“Sebastian…”
“Yes, Princess?”
She sighs and pulls one knee up on the bed. “We said no sex, remember?” she says, picking at her comforter.
I rub my chin and pretend to ponder. “I don’t remember that.”
“Yes, you do,” she says, giving me a look. “And I meant it. What you did to me at the quarry was really uncool. Just because I got off, that doesn’t mean I’m okay with it.”
“You seemed pretty cool with it when you were fucking my face off.”
“I’m serious,” she insists. “I have to see those guys at school every day. And they’ve seen my… Stuff.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Trust me, every one of those guys has seen dozens of pussies. Yours might be exceptionally fine, but they’ll forget all about it as soon as they see one they can stick their dicks in. Hell, they’ve probably forgotten half the ones they have stuck their dicks in. They’re not going to remember one they didn’t.”
“Are you saying it was forgettable?” she asks, raising her brows in a dangerous way.
“I’m saying you need to chill out,” I say, brushing her shoulder with my knuckles. “It’s not a big deal to them. They do shit like that all the time, except usually, they all get a turn. It’s only a big deal to you.”
“Not to you?”
“And to me,” I agree. “I’ll remember it every day for the rest of my life.”
“Now you’re just being a jerk,” she says, glowering at me.
“How?”
“You’re making fun of me for thinking it’s a big deal.”
I sigh. “Fine. I’ll try to remember to get expressed, written permission before I eat you out next time.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“I’m not trying to be.”
“It’s just… Sex isn’t casual to me.”
“Well, we didn’t have sex, so what’s the big deal? We’re just having a little fun.”
“That’s the thing,” she says. “It’s not just… It’s different for me, okay?”
“Different how?” I ask, toying with the ends of her caramel hair. “You can’t pretend you weren’t having a good time when I went down on you.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Try me.”
She sighs and pulls her hair away, gathering it and letting it fall down her back in a silky waterfall. “It is a big deal to me, okay? All of it. I know it’s not to you, and that’s fine. But I can’t just do the whole hookup thing with no strings. It means something to me.”
My chest tightens, and I sit up, scooting over to her. I slip my arm around her lower back, pulling her closer. “Vivienne,” I whisper, cupping her cheek in my palm. “It means something to me too. Maybe it didn’t always, but with you, it’s a big deal.”