20. Zander
CHAPTER 20
ZANDER
It’s my birthday, and I’m currently having sex in the sports utility closet behind the workout room. And yes, it’s the best birthday present I have ever gotten, ever.
It’s been over a month since Sienna and I lost our virginity together, and we’ve been like horny rabbits ever since. I swear I can’t get enough of this girl.
I groan, thrusting into her while she clings to me.
“Shhhh,” she reminds me, fisting the back of my shirt as I pump into her hard and fast.
We’ve never actually done it at school, but the fiery kiss she gave me this morning lit something inside me, and I’ve been burning for her all day. When she walked into the cafeteria during lunch, she must have read the heated look in my eye, because she beckoned me with her finger and we snuck down here. This section of the school is closed during lunchtimes because there are no coaches or teachers around to monitor the workout room. But that doesn’t mean one won’t randomly pop down here at any second, which is why we’re in the very back corner, hidden in the shadows.
Sienna is perched on the edge of a big storage crate, her panties dangling off her ankle while my jeans are bunched around my knees. Her pussy is warm and hot, and I’m buried balls deep in the best person I know.
Fuck, I love her so much.
She whimpers against my skin, her lips trailing kisses up to my ear as I close my eyes and grunt, grabbing her ass cheeks and pumping into her a little harder. It’s like I can’t get close enough. I wish we were naked. I wish I could have spent the afternoon exploring her body and making her come.
Instead, I’d quickly fingered her, rubbing her clit the way I know she likes and making her body vibrate while she bit back her whimpers and rolled a condom over my dick.
“Baby,” she mewls in my ear.
It sounds almost like a cry, and for a second, I worry that I’m going too hard. Am I hurting her? She’s so addictive, it’s easy to get caught up and lost within her.
I nearly stop to check, but then she groans, “I love you, baby,” before sucking my neck. Another moan builds in her throat, and then she lets out this sweet gasp. I know that sound. I love that sound. I’m making her come again.
The thought has me thrusting that much faster, and then I’m coming in a rush of my own, that addictive thrill spreading through me as I jerk and plunge deep, lifting her off the crate and holding her tight against me as we shudder and moan in unison.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I mumble against her lips.
She giggles. “I can’t get enough of you either.” Her tongue owns me, gliding into my mouth with a languid kiss that turns my insides to jelly. “And there’s more coming after school, birthday boy.” She leans back and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Is sex my only present for my birthday? Because I am seriously okay with that.”
She laughs. “Of course not.” Her legs squeeze my waist as she kisses me deep again, distracting me from the outside world.
Until the bell rings.
“Shit.” I pull away from her with a groan, lifting her off me and placing her back on her feet.
“Eep.” She scrambles for her bag, yanking out a tissue and holding one between her legs.
I take the one she passes me with a soft laugh and roll the condom off, wrapping it up and fisting it in my hand. “That was hot, Sparks.”
“I know, right?” Her eyes dance and sparkle the way I love so much. “That thrill of getting caught really adds an edge.” Pulling her panties back on, she adjusts herself, then wraps her arms around me. “Although, my heart is pounding so hard right now. I’m not sure I could handle this on the regular.”
Gazing at her with all the affection pulsing through me, I drink in her gorgeous face and kiss her one last time before taking her hand and forcing us back to class. We make it out of the workout room and gym without getting busted and then have to start running.
If I’m late to class again, I’m gonna get a detention, and Dad will kill me. He’s turned into a freaking drill sergeant around me lately, and it’s fucking painful.
“I’ll see you after class,” Sienna purrs just before I leave her. “You can get the rest of your gift then.” She bites her bottom lip, sending my body into a whole new frenzy.
Gripping her hand before she can let me go, I pull her back against me. “You know, we could just bail now.”
She giggles. “And get you into even more trouble? Forget it. I’ve got it all planned. Trust me. It’s going to be epic.” And there go her eyebrows again, wiggling away and setting my body on fire.
She slips away from me, and I run to Biology, getting there in the nick of time.
“You’re twenty seconds away from a detention, Mr. Donohue,” the teacher warns as I take a seat at the back and smirk at Kyle… who knows exactly what I’ve been up to.
“You can thank me for that, man. I’m the one who told her about the utility closet.”
“Really?” We fist-bump, and I grin at him. “I will be forever in your debt, bro. Thank you.” My smile grows. “Like seriously… thank you .”
“Happy birthday, dude.” He laughs, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, but like he can talk. He’s hooked up with Georgia now, and those two are as bad and Sen and me.
Or maybe not.
We’ve been doing it a lot since her period finished.
It takes a lot of sneaking around, but we’re making it work. I’m pretty sure the universe is on our side, because we have yet to be caught, and the one other time we accidentally forgot protection, I pulled out and came on her stomach, so we’re covered. She got her period last weekend, and that’s just more proof as far as I’m concerned.
As soon as Sienna’s period was done that first time, we were all over each other. We took it easy at first. I didn’t want to hurt her again, and although I think I probably did, she kept telling me it was worth it. Her body has completely adjusted to mine now, and we’ve even started trying different positions and stuff. It’s freaking epic. I love my girl, and getting to be with her that way is mind-blowing. She’s so sexy and sweet and willing to try shit.
I love her curiosity.
Her trust.
Her honesty.
Turns out she’s not afraid to tell me what she does and doesn’t like. I’m getting to know the spots that make her moan the loudest and exactly what I need to do with my tongue and fingers. Damn, it’s fire.
She keeps asking me what works for me, but I’m pretty much an “anything” kinda guy. Because just her sweet smell can get me going. Her touch on any part of my body is heaven. And being inside her… it’s the best feeling in the whole fucking world. I love the way she’ll stare up at me, smile at me, tell me she loves me.
The girl adores me, and that’s a pretty fucking phenomenal feeling.
Better than the vibes I’m getting from everyone else in my life. My dad seems to be permanently pissed no matter what I do. The fact that we got eliminated from the playoffs after round one hasn’t helped much. Even I was bummed out about that, but then Sienna was waiting for me after the game and made it all better.
And now that football season is over, I’ve got a little more time on my hands, and it’s made being with my girl that much easier.
Dad just needs to chill out. So I’m an hour later for dinner every now and then. He treats it like a fucking crime against humanity. And my mom’s jumping on board with all the bullshit, putting curfews on me, which I’ve never had before.
It’s like they missed the memo that the football season is over. They’re still riding me about workouts and conditioning and study. They won’t shut the fuck up about college and have already started freaking out that no letter of intent is coming. Why can’t they have a little faith in me? It’s Brighton or nothing. I don’t need to be hitting up a bunch of other schools. Coach Watkins from Brighton thinks I’m great. He told me so last year, and he’s been to three games this season. He made it clear last time we spoke that I was his first pick, and come signing day, I’ll be scribbling my name on a piece of paper with a Brighton College letterhead.
Why the fuck do they keep doubting that’s gonna happen?
I’m sick of everybody ragging on me. My teachers have even joined the party, telling me I’m not focused enough in class, warning me that my work isn’t up to standard.
What the hell?
I’m doing it, aren’t I?
I’m handing that shit in like they want me to.
I don’t know what the hell everyone’s problem is.
The only bright spot in every day is Sienna. As soon as I wake up, I’m texting her… or if I’m lucky, I wake up with her in my arms. The only sucky thing about that is having to set the alarm for four in the morning so I can get back home in time and no one will know what we’ve been up to. But I love sleeping beside her. I love falling asleep together, whispering to her under the covers, talking about how epic our life is going to be and how awesome it’ll be when we can get our own place.
Once she graduates from high school, she’s going to join me at Brighton, and then after college, we’re going to travel for a while the way her parents did before coming back here to settle down. We’re not sure what state we want to live in yet, but there’s plenty of time to work out all those details.
For now, we’re having fun thinking about prom and my graduation, dreaming about what we’ll get up to over the summer. We have enough plans to keep us busy until her first day back at school… and my first day of college.
I love mapping out my life with her.
I love the way we seem to see everything the same way… be on the same page.
“Mr. Donohue!” The teacher snaps me back to the present, and I jerk up in my seat and then have to suffer a lengthy lecture on how important the rest of my year is and how I shouldn’t be wasting it daydreaming.
The students around me snicker while I shift uncomfortably in my seat and start counting down the minutes until I get to be with Sienna again.
Time drags on at a snail’s pace, my last class before PE mind-numbingly boring. Now I just have to get through basketball skills and the final bell will serenade my freedom.
I dribble the ball, my shoes squeaking on the gym floor as we run through the drills our PE teacher is making us do.
Sweat is dribbling down the back of my neck, and I swipe some off my forehead before passing the ball to Jamie. He catches it and does a spin, throwing it toward the hoop for a sweet three-pointer. Too bad we’re not playing an actual game.
I clap my hands and run back to position, eyeing the door to the workout room and getting distracted by memories of being in the utility closet with Sienna. Damn, that was so freaking hot.
“Heads up!”
A ball comes firing toward me, and I only just dodge it.
“Focus, Donohue!” Mr. Henley yells at me while I sheepishly run after the ball, gathering it up and dribbling it back to half court.
Glancing at the clock, I thank God there’s only five minutes left before firing a shot at the hoop and totally missing it.
My teacher groans behind me, mumbling a bunch of expletives he thinks we can’t hear while I ignore his foul mood and focus on the fact that it’s my fucking birthday, and I’m gonna be spending it with my girlfriend.