Savage Rose: A High School Bully Romance (Rosehaven Academy Book 1)

by Leila James

  I catch the corner of my lower lip between my teeth, my eyes wide. I swallow hard and scoot backward as he climbs in behind me and hits the button to lower the tailgate. It’s really dark with all the tinted windows, and I can just see the glint coming off of his eyes.

  “I’m sorry, but I need to be alone with you.”

  “Why?” My breath shudders from between my lips. I’m suddenly very nervous.

  Xander slides his hands between my legs. “Did you want me to eat you out in front of everyone?” He rasps, “Because that is what would have happened if we’d kept dancing like that for much longer. I need you naked, my face between your legs, or I’m going to go out of my mind.”

  If it wasn’t so dark, he’d see I’m so flustered by his words my face has turned bright pink.

  “Red? Say something.” He lifts a hand to my face, fingers stroking down my cheek.

  “I’ve never done that before.” My heart thuds three times before he responds.

  “Fuck.” He takes in a few ragged breaths. “I can’t believe I get to be the first to taste you.” The heat of his stare is almost too much. Lust flows freely through me, my arousal making me very wet. I think I want his mouth on me.

  I swallow hard and then very bravely say, “I want to be able to see what you do to me.”

  He leans in and kisses my lips quickly. “Just a sec.” He climbs to where he can get at some sort of control in the back seat. The sunroof panel—I guess you’d call it a moonroof in this case—slides open. Soft light enters the back end of the SUV from above, and now I can see him. He smiles. “Better?”

  I nod, looking up at him from under my lashes.

  With a grin, he grips my chin with his fingers. “Don’t go getting all shy. Promise me you’ll tell me how I’m making you feel. Your words are the biggest turn on.”

  My eyes flare wide open. “I will.” Oh my God, that is, if I’m able.

  He tugs my shirt over my head, and his eyes feast on my breasts in a lacy pink bra. He cups them, kissing the top of each mound before reaching behind him to pull his T-shirt off over his head. “Lie down.” When I do, he goes straight for my miniskirt, making quick work of it, sliding it down my legs. He lies down at my side, pulling my body to him, then reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and helps me slip that off, too.

  Suddenly, I’m burning up. The heat from his body combined with the burning desire racing through my veins is so hot I think I’ll combust if he doesn’t touch me soon. He sucks one nipple into his mouth and then the other. His hand drifts down to my panty-covered pussy and cups me, grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I moan. Loudly.

  I freeze for a second, looking around.

  He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I doubt anyone can hear you. They’re mostly around the bonfire. Relax. Let go.”

  “I’m trying.” I grab his hand and press it over my heart. “I think I’m having a heart attack. It’s beating so fast.”

  “You’re not.” His dark eyes are hooded. “I’m going to take your panties off now.”

  I suck in a breath and nod, lifting my ass as he slides them off and free of my legs.

  He changes position, putting his face about six inches from where my body cries out for him in throbbing pulses. I can feel his breath on me, and it gives me goose bumps. My chest heaves, waiting. I want his mouth on me so badly, I don’t know what to do. I can’t take the anticipation.

  “Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” He brings his face closer, turns his head to the side, and rubs his stubble over my inner thigh before he kisses it. He inhales deeply. “So fucking soft.”

  I swallow, grabbing at my breasts. “Please, Xander.”

  “Ah, fuck. You’re so sexy like that. Pinch your nipples for me.”

  I do as he says and let out a low moan.

  “Please, what? What do you want, Scarlett?” He strokes one finger lightly through my folds. My entire body shudders.

  “I—I want you to—”

  He raises his head from the spot so incredibly close to where I really want him.

  On a gasp, I say, “I want you to taste me.”

  “Please?” He smirks between my legs.

  I nod desperately. “Please.” I throw my head back.

  “Uh-uh. You watch just like you said you wanted to. Right here. I want you to watch as I devour you.” His head dips down, and his tongue slides through my folds with one devastatingly pleasurable lick.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so wet.”

  A strangled cry passes through my lips, but I don’t have time to even register it or be embarrassed about what he said because he sucks on the hood of my sex, his tongue finding my clit.

  He consumes me. Feasts. Eats. And true to his word, devours every inch of me, his wet tongue everywhere as he laps at me.

  “Oh God, so good, Xander. It feels so good.”

  He smiles against my sensitive skin, then, with one hand on each thigh, pushes my legs open wider. His tongue delves inside me, licking my inner walls, and making me writhe. “Baby, I fucking love the way you taste.” His tongue finds my clit again, and oh God, between his mouth on me and his words, my body feels ready to explode. Tension coils so tightly in my belly that my legs shake involuntarily with it.

  Just when I think it can’t possibly get better than it already is, Xander slides a finger inside me, then a second. He pumps them slowly in and out of me, all while flicking at my clit with his tongue, his dark eyes watching my face as he pleasures me.

  He looks up at me, so intense, and rasps, “Come for me, Scarlett. Come all over my face.” He curls his fingers inside me, running them over a spot that makes me crazy.

  My body quakes and my orgasm explodes through me, my pelvis grinding against his face. I’d be mortified, but God, his expression tells me he’s enjoying himself as much as I am. I look up through the moonroof at the stars, breathing hard as I finally stop shuddering.

  Xander groans, still licking at me. “So fucking good, baby.” He crawls up between my legs, fitting his hips between them, and gathers my body to him. A jolt of pleasure hits me when his bare chest meets mine. I stop paying attention to that when he starts kissing me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. A needy, hoarse moan works its way up my throat. He worships me with his mouth, his tongue rubbing against mine, setting me back on fire.

  With a groan, he pushes himself up, kneeling over me. He ghosts a kiss over my cheekbone. “I want to fuck your tits. Can I?”

  I gulp and then hurriedly nod. “Just tell me what to do.”

  He shifts, tearing his jeans and boxers off, then moves further up my torso, straddling me.

  Oh, shit. His dick is huge and hard, a drop of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. “Can I touch you?”

  Xander looks at me with hooded eyes and nods, like it’s a struggle to speak.

  I reach out and take his hard length in my hand, smoothing my palm over the satiny soft skin. He covers my hand with his, and together we move our hands up and down his cock.

  Xander’s eyes blaze into mine with a heat so intense, it makes me quiver. “Scarlett, I need to—” He closes his eyes tightly for a second and huffs out, “Push your tits together for me.”

  My eyes widen, but I do it, and then he’s guiding his cock in the small channel created between them. He lets out a groan as he grips the back of the seat behind me and begins to thrust.

  I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. This carved, sexy god of a man is taking his pleasure from my body. I can’t help but watch the interplay of his muscular abs working as he pumps his hips, the way his pecs tighten, and, oh God, the way his expression has become full of lust. I did that. He’s hard like this for me.

  He looks into my eyes as he cups my face in his hand, running his thumb roughly over my lower lip before he slips it into my mouth. I immediately close my mouth over it and suck. “Fuck, Scarlett, yes. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.” Sweat dots his brow as his hips churn over and over until he shouts and
pushes forward, holding there as he comes. I give a little squeal of surprise as it lands on my chest, which makes him laugh.

  Scooting backward, he bends down and presses his lips to mine. “We should clean up and get dressed. Have another drink before we get carried away here.” He pulls a box of tissues from the back seat, handing it to me before he climbs off of me. “I think I’ll hang onto these, though.” He picks up my panties and tucks them into his pocket.

  My cheeks heat. “You want me to walk around in my miniskirt without underwear?”

  “Yep. And it’ll be fucking hot.”

  I don’t know why I agree, except maybe the orgasm he’d given me and the one I’d given him have both addled my brain.

  We quickly dress again—yep, me minus my panties—and climb out of the back end of the SUV. Xander grips the back of my neck, lowering his mouth to mine, sweeping his tongue inside, kissing me leisurely until we hear someone nearby. He tucks his head down next to my ear as they walk by. He growls, “You have a sweet, sweet pussy, Red.”

  My body tingles all over at his words, and I shake my head at him, not a clue how to respond to that. “Let’s go get that drink. I could use it.”

  We walk back to the bonfire hand in hand. There are substantially fewer people around now. I don’t know whether people have left early or sneaked off to have their own sexy times.

  Beau grins when he sees us. “Having fun, kids?”

  I try to control my sheepish smile, but fail. Xander sits in a chair and pulls me onto his lap. His palm rests on my leg, fingertips pressing into my inner thigh. Oh, Jesus. He’s trying to kill me. A furious blush hits my cheeks, and my voice comes out a little breathy, which makes Beau smirk. “We’re doing great. Where’s Micah?”

  “He and Alora took off in that direction earlier.” He juts his chin off to the left of us.

  I frown. “Wait, wasn’t he hanging out with Farrah tonight?”

  Beau looks at me and shrugs. “So? Alora was willing. Farrah wasn’t for some reason. Micah doesn’t even care who it is, anyway. He just wants someone to attend to his needs.” His brows wiggle up and down.

  I can’t help but give him an amused smile.

  Xander aims a reproachful look in Beau’s direction. “She doesn’t need to know all of Micah’s business.”

  Beau grunts and takes another gulp of whatever is in his cup. “Dude doesn’t even care.” He slides his gaze back to me. “He’s determined to get through high school without ever being in a relationship.”

  “Wow. Is that how most guys feel?” I grimace, wondering about Xander. For all intents and purposes, everyone assumes he’s in some sort of a relationship with Aria. But he’s not. So, is he the same way? Am I nothing to him, the way Farrah and Alora are nothing to Micah?

  I shiver in the night air, considering the possibility.

  Beau laughs. “Nah. Not necessarily. Micah is … different. He mostly does what feels good to him. He doesn’t get emotionally involved.”

  “Ever?”

  “Nope. He’s not like your man here.” Beau winks and walks away.

  Xander’s arm tightens around my waist and his fingers slip under my skirt and dig into the soft skin of my upper thigh just shy of the juncture between my legs. I let out a little whimper as he stares steadily into my eyes.

  “Dammit, Scarlett, you’re finding your way under my skin, into my bones, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

  My heart kicks. “Then don’t,” I whisper. “Let me in.”

  “I wish it were as easy as that.”

  Hearing a loud gasp, we both turn our attention across the bonfire to where a seething Aria’s eyes glitter angrily at us. She doesn’t seem the slightest bit amused to find me in Xander’s lap with his hands on me. I get the distinct feeling she’s the unhappiest of campers at our bonfire, and somehow, someway, I’ll be paying for this later.

  Chapter 41

  As I’m heading to the cafeteria on Monday, Xander texts me to meet him out in the garden again. After a quick pit stop to tell Daphne and Max I’ll be back in a few, I head outside. I assume he wants to meet on the same bench where we met last week, under the big tree. My face colors thinking about what he’d done to me there, but excitement zips through me all the same.

  My eyes light up when I find Xander exactly where I thought he’d be, and I cross quickly to him, dropping my bag on the bench with his. He lifts me into his arms, and my legs wrap around him. He growls as his hands grip my ass under my skirt, fingers inching under my boy shorts. I initiate the kiss, nibbling playfully on his lips, and we’re soon lost to each other.

  At some point when I was too busy sucking on his tongue to notice, Xander walked us around the back of the big tree. I find my back pressed up against it. He thrusts his pelvis against me, and I think I may die from the pleasure of it. I reach between us, hesitantly at first, feeling how hard he is.

  With a gulp, I unwrap my legs from around him. My mouth just over his, I look into his eyes and whisper, “Drop your pants.”

  He blinks twice, and then hurries into motion. He undoes his buckle, button and zipper, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down past his cock in one go. He breathes heavily, eyes hooded, jaw tense. My eyes are drawn to his cock, which is massive, thick and long. Perfect, I think. I can’t seem to look away.

  “What do you want to do, Scarlett?”

  I put my hand over his heart and the hammering of it gives me a little thrill. In answer, my hand slides down the front of his shirt, feeling his taut muscles underneath, then pulls it up from the hem so I can touch all that skin. Once I’ve traced my fingers over him, I fixate on the V leading down to his groin, sliding my fingers down the ridges of muscle until I grasp the base of his erection with one hand, then run the fingers of the other over all the smooth, soft skin over steel. Holy shit.

  I swear, the guy just whimpered.

  I must have spent too much time touching, overcome by how perfect he is, because suddenly Xander clears his throat. “You’re killing me, Red.”

  “I wanted to put my mouth on you the other night and didn’t. I’ve regretted it ever since.” My heart thuds and thumps around in my chest. I’ve never done this before either.

  “What?” His mind is clearly muddled by what I’ve already done. I sink down to my knees in front of him, and he throws his head back, looking to the sky. “Fuck, this is hot.”

  “I’m going to need you to look at me, Xander. Just like I watched you eat me.” I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting him, then take the crown of his cock into my mouth and suck gently, swirling my tongue around. A bolt of lust zings down my spine.

  He makes a raspy noise in the back of his throat and puts one hand on the back of my head. “Fuck, Scarlett. More.”

  Glancing around, and unable to see anything but hedges and flowers beyond the big tree we are behind, I continue, taking him deeper into my mouth and loving the way he groans when I do. I work in a steady rhythm, moving my hand in time with my mouth.

  Xander swears under his breath. His cock hits the back of my throat a couple of times, and my eyes water. His dark eyes glitter in the sunlight as he looks down at me. “Scarlett—fuck, yes.” He begins to thrust, out of control, and I let him, grabbing his ass cheeks in my hands. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.” He tries to pull away, but I won’t allow it. I want all of him. I grip his ass harder as he jerks, his lower abs tightening. He finds his release inside my mouth with a groan that anyone in the vicinity would definitely hear.

  I swallow, then run my tongue over him one final time before I release him. I can’t believe I just did that—we just did that. He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me, then quickly yanks up his pants, tucking himself back inside. We stare at each other for what I swear is a full minute, chests rising and falling. It’s as if we’re both trying to figure each other out.

  Just as I’m getting nervous that I’ve done something wrong, Xander’s arms dart out and tug me to him, his hand cradling my head against
his chest. I feel his lips in the hair at the top of my head before I look up. He slides his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the tears that had collected on my lower lashes and at the outer corners. His mouth covers mine, tongue sweeping inside. He moans, running his thumbs over my cheeks.

  He finally breaks the kiss, and I look up at him, surprised by his tortured expression.

  “Was that not okay? Did I do it wrong?”

  A chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Fuck no. That was perfect. You’re perfect.”

  As we collect our things, though, I can tell his mind has wandered away from me again. I don’t understand why, and he’s not talking.

  It scares the shit out of me.

  Chapter 42

  Xander and I part ways when we head back into the cafeteria, and after eating a salad and downing a bottle of water, I make a run to the bathroom before the bell rings for our next class.

  I’m quietly doing my business, pondering what I’d just done with Xander when the door opens. There’s whispering outside my stall, so I finish up and flush. I open the door and don’t even glance toward the small circle of girls huddled together before I cross the room to wash up. While I’m wiping my hands on a paper towel, I turn around, and the hair on my neck instantly stands on end.

  Aria and her cheer bitches watch me, nasty expressions on each and every face. I don’t know what I’ve done to the rest of them, but it’s clear Aria isn’t handling the budding relationship between me and Xander very well. I shift to the side to go around them, but she catches me by the shoulder, laughing. “You know he’s just using you, right?”

  “Whatever.” Her purpose in confronting me like this in front of her friends is probably to make herself feel better, but I’ll stand my ground. I cross my arms in front of me, pressing my lips together. Can’t show fear in front of this bitch, that’s for sure.