Chapter 8 #2
My hips rear up off the bed, but he pins me down with a forearm and continues to exploit the rush of sensations, doggedly, daring me not to come.
And the final straw is when our eyes lock.
His tongue is out, flexing against my sex—and the world explodes.
I scream into my hand and it’s too loud, I know it’s too loud.
We could get caught, but Zach is suddenly on top of me, covering my mouth with his own hand, his other one stroking me through the climax.
“Goddamn, baby. You are so fucking hot when you come.” When he determines I’m finished screaming, his hand leaves my mouth, traveling down to his zipper.
Lowering it and releasing his straining shaft.
“You’re hot when you take this, too, huh? ”
Crudely, he fills me with his erection, every giant inch.
My drenched flesh accepts him impatiently, welcoming him with a hard clench.
His mouth lands on mine, muffling my whimpers, and I pray my mother is downstairs, because if she’s out in the hall—or anywhere upstairs—she definitely hears what’s going on in this bedroom. Thinking we could be quiet was a pipe dream. We’re too worked up, too desperate, too horny.
Especially when Zach starts to thrust and my bedsprings creak, creak, creak.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “We’re going to get caught.”
“I know.”
“You’re so tight, baby,” he pants. “I can’t stop.”
The knob on my bedroom door jiggles and we freeze, Zach’s sex pulsing inside of me.
“Jill?” calls my mother, suspicion lacing her tone.
I struggle to make my voice sound normal, but it’s next to impossible because Zach is grinding into my slowly, his features contorted in pain. “Yes?”
“What are you doing in there?”
My pulse pounds in my temples. “Just talking.”
Several seconds tick by. “Be downstairs in five minutes.”
As soon as her footsteps echo down the hall, Zach is pulling me off the creaky bed onto the rug, which thankfully makes no sound at all.
Intuition has me bending over on my hands and knees, but Zack lies down on his back, plucking me up by the waist and settling me astride his hips, sweat shining at his hairline.
Wild excitement grips me. Finally, Zach is mine for the taking, bare chested and beautiful.
In need of relief. I take his stiffness in my hands and bring it between my thighs, sinking down until it fill me completely.
“Oh my God,” he rasps, throwing his head back, his fingertips spearing into my hips. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this.”
Breathless, I start to move, working my hips up and back, fingers buried in my hair, enjoying his attention on my breasts, my undulating body. “Did you?” I purr. “Did you want me to come into your bedroom and ride you during all those sleepovers, Zach?”
A shudder wracks him. “ Yes .”
I swallow a moan, my lower body rolling faster, pumping, pumping, inching his rigid staff out of me, then accepting it deep once again, making the veins in his neck stand out, his chest heave.
“Once I dreamed you snuck into the living room while everyone was sleeping. That you lay down next to me and lifted up my nightshirt, so my panties were showing. That you…touched yourself.”
“I’m sorry.” Zach’s tongue wets the seam of his lips. “I only did it once.”
My breath catches. “That was real?”
He holds my hips steady and rifles his hips upward, driving his fat sex into me from below and all I can do is hold on, try not to scream, but it feels so good. So full and good. “You sat in my lap after dinner. All that wiggling around,” he gasps. “You’d made me so hard.”
“Bad, bad Zach,” I whisper, flinging myself down onto his big furry chest and taking control again, throwing my hips back and slapping them down, sheathing his inches in quick, quick, quick rises and falls of my hips, watching his jaw slacken, his eyes turn glassy as I ride him hard.
“I forgive you. You just needed me so bad, didn’t you? ”
“Yes. Jesus, yes .”
“I needed you, too.” I lick at his mouth, teasing his tongue with the tip of mine. “Now I get to have my boyfriend whenever I want him,” I whisper against his mouth. “Don’t I? Will you spoil me with this big, horny cock, baby?”
He heaves a breath. “Fuck, Jill.” His muscles seize underneath me. “ Fuck! ”
This time, I have to capture his moans with my hand.
I clap it over his mouth and rock my hips roughly, twisting and grinding down, feeling that hot geyser inside me, knowing I made him release that hard.
Knowing I’ll always be the one who makes him release.
Period. His lower body strains underneath me, his strong arms, shoulders and throat flexing, his eyes glimpsing some invisible heaven.
And all I can do is watch him with gleeful adoration, stroking his beloved body with my palms, placing kisses on his shuddering chest, whispering words of praise. Love.
“Jill!” shouts my mouth from downstairs and we both sigh.
I place a final kiss over Zach’s heart and smile. “This was way better than homecoming.”
Still panting, he raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m sorry. Did you think we weren’t still going?”
“We are?”
He climbs to his feet with my legs still locked around his waist, giving me a slow, thorough kiss on the mouth. “Get dressed.”
They can probably hear my squeal of excitement in China.
* * *
Zach
We’re late to the dance.
And yet, no one is on the dance floor when we walk in to the dark gymnasium. In fact, everyone looks kind of bored, staring at their phones and chatting at the round tables situated at the edges of the gym.
Jill’s fingers are twined with mine, her head leaned against my arm.
When she came down the stairs in the green gown, her blonde hair up in some fancy twist, I almost swallowed my tongue.
I’m still in disbelief that I live in a world where Jill Harding is my girlfriend.
But I do. She makes me believe it a little more with every second that passes.
Every time she squeezes my hand or smiles at me or tells me she loves me, I grow a little more rooted in this new reality.
And in this new reality, we don’t give a crap what anyone thinks.
We’re only here for each other.
So we don’t glance to the left or right as we walk to the dance floor.
Vaguely, I hear Harper let out a little cheer, but I can’t look away from the girl holding my hand.
She’s glowing, even though her eyes are still a little puffy from the tears I caused.
I’ll never make her cry again, though. Not unless they’re happy tears—and I hope there are going to be plenty of those.
No. I’ll make sure there are.
We find the middle of the dance floor and Jill twines her arms behind my neck, her face angelic in the flashing lights.
I pull her close and press my lips to her forehead, uncaring about the gasps and whispers coming from the tables surrounding us.
We just sway to the music, becoming more and more oblivious to anything but each other.
“Isn’t it exciting? We have our whole senior year ahead of us. Then college.” She goes up on her toes and kisses me sweetly, nuzzles our noses together, before pulling back and regarding me with sparkling if slightly worried eyes. “Where do you think you’ll go?”
I shake my head. “Wherever you’re going, Jilly Beans.”