Chapter 6

6

Zach

Ipace back and forth in front of the bed in the nurse’s office, watching as the woman shines a pen light in Jill’s eyes to determine if she has a concussion.

I’m a cross between sick to my stomach and livid beyond words.

Racing. They were racing near my Jill.

If they’d hit her…

A bellow lodges in my throat and I press a fist to my lips, keeping it from escaping. I’ve already revealed way too much about how I feel today. I need to calm down. Stop walking the office like a caged animal, my hands poised to rip the bars off if something serious is wrong with her. If I’d stopped to talk to her in the hallway, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot at the exact wrong time. This is my fault. I didn’t want her friends to laugh at her for talking to me, but I didn’t know the alternative was her nearly getting run over. Goddammit.

What is taking the nurse so long?

“Is it a concussion?” I ask, unable to stand the suspense any longer. If she has a head injury, I’m taking her to the hospital immediately.

The nurse looks back at me with speculation. “No. No concussion.” Her smile is tight as she stands. “Let’s get that knee cleaned and bandaged, then you can sit here for a while and rest, all right?”

“That sounds perfect, thank you,” Jill murmurs.

I try not to stare over the nurse’s shoulder while she’s cleaning up Jill’s knee, but I can’t help it. I wince every time Jill does, a vein beating in my forehead at the sight of gravel pieces embedded in her beautiful skin. God, I should have killed those little shits for what they did. What if I’d run into the parking lot and seen Jill lying still in the middle of the lane? I don’t even think I’d be here right now. I think I immediately would have left earth, unable to bear a second without her alive.

“Okay, you’re all set,” the nurse is saying. “Keep the ice pack on for fifteen minutes, then I’ll send you back to class.” The older woman gives me the side eye. “I assume you’re going to stand guard over her?”

I grunt. Nod once.

The nurse leaves, pulling the partition curtain behind her, and Jill smiles up at me from her prone position, her blonde hair fanned out around her. “Will you text Harper and let her know I’m okay?” She licks her lips almost nervously. “I-I mean she might have heard by now that you…came to get me. But just in case.”

“Sure,” I say, tugging out my phone and firing off a text to my sister.

I’ve got Jill.

In other words, she’s fine. She’s safe. And I won’t let it be any other way.

“How do you feel?” I ask, stowing my phone and kneeling down beside the bed.

“Good.” Is she looking at my mouth or it that my imagination? “Thank you for coming to get me.”

Her gratitude makes the tips of my ears burn. “Of course I did.”

A few seconds tick by. “Zach?”

“Hmm.”

“Why do you always come to my rescue?”

This conversation is veering toward dangerous territory. The answer is, because I love you. I’ve always loved you. But this physical relationship between us is so new. She asked me to help her explore her sexual urges—safely. As far as I know, that’s all she wants. End of story. That’s what makes sense considering how different we are. Her perfect, me an overgrown barbarian. If I tell her the truth about my feelings, I might terrify her. Lose what we have, even if it’s only temporary.

Still, I don’t have it in me to lie completely right now. Not when I’m raw from what happened in the parking lot.

“I come to your rescue because…” I clear my throat. “You’re my Jilly Beans.”

Her lips, soft from crying, puff open.

Leaning down to kiss her is natural as breathing. The only possibility.

That perfect mouth of hers opens underneath mine and we drag our tongues together slowly, the friction so hot, it feels forbidden. This is forbidden. We’re not supposed to be kissing like this in the nurse’s office, especially with the woman ten yards away, talking on the phone, but I don’t know how to stop when Jill’s lips are so smooth and now she’s tugging on my collar, pulling me closer, making breathy little noises that make my cock hard.

My hand reaches up to cup her cheek, the pace of the kiss accelerating. My eyes are closed so tight, trying to savor the texture of her mouth, but I can sense her back arching. And my hand drifts down automatically, traveling over the sexy swells of her tits, plumping them in my palms, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

“How long do we have until she comes back?” Jill breathes against my mouth.

“Baby, we can’t go any further than this.” This is what I say, but my fingers are twisting the buttons free at the neckline of her dress so I can squeeze her little bare tits.

She presses them into my hands and I fondle those supple mounds greedily. “I need you,” she says, voice low. “Please.”

I barely trap a groan. “How?”

Her whisper is almost inaudible. “Inside me.”

Fuck.This isn’t happening right here. I’m still reeling from the impact of finding her hurt. Bleeding. Denying her right now? I don’t know if I have the strength, despite our surroundings. Despite the trouble we could be in if we’re caught. “No. We can’t. We can’t.”

One thing I learned about Jill on Saturday night is that she’s ballsy as hell when she gets turned on. And she’s extremely turned on right now, her gaze wide and excited on my straining dick. “Come with me.”

Before I can question her meaning, she’s climbing off the bed and disappearing into the small bathroom reserved for the nurse’s office. No. I’m not doing this. I’m not risking Jill getting expelled. But even as I chant these denials in my head, I’m moving toward the bathroom as if hypnotized. I stop at the edge of the curtain to make sure the nurse isn’t looking and find her leaned back, eating a yogurt at her desk, deep in conversation about tanning sprays.

And I follow Jill into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

The space smells like lemon cleaning products, but Jill’s airy scent cuts through it all, her body finding mine in the dark, our mouths tangling together with a soundless moan.

“You’re injured,” I say, walking her backward until she’s trapped between me and the wall. “You’re a virgin.” Our fingers collide in a rush to yank down her panties. “This isn’t good enough for you. Stop me, Jill. Stop me.”

She takes my hand and guides it between her thighs, pressing my fingers into the slick folds of her pussy. “No.” She slides my touch up and back. “Feel how bad I need you?”

“Yes. Jesus,” I pant, finding her clit with my middle and index finger, rubbing it in firm circles, gratified when she has to cling to my T-shirt in response, her mouth open and whimpering on my shoulder. “We don’t have long. We have to be quiet.”

“I know.” Her exhale is bumpy. “But I can’t wait.”

“Fuck, baby. Neither can I.” I unzip my jeans, pushing them, along with my briefs down to my ankles where they rest on my boots. Then I stoop down and wrap my arm around Jill’s ass, lifting her. She wraps her thighs around my waist and I pin her to the wall, breathing against her lips like a bull getting ready to charge. “Tell me you’re sure.”

“I’m so sure.”

I lick into her mouth for a kiss and she returns it excitedly, her thighs flexing around my waist, the wet heat of her cunt circling on my hard cock. If we were in my bedroom, I would spend an hour making her ready, worshipping her pussy with my tongue, but this is wild, without order or plans. There’s no stopping this. We both need it for different reasons. Me because I fucking love her. Jill because she’s a horny little girl who chose my lucky cock to be her first ride. And I have no choice but to give it to her.

“No screaming. Don’t make a sound,” I rasp, guiding the tip of my shaft to her opening and finding it quivering, drenched. Christ. She’s practically shaking with the need to be fucked. My body reacts to her obvious need on instinct, driving my swollen inches into her firmly, watching her eyes go blind as I slowly impale her to the wall.

Oh. Oh fuck.

My eyes roll back in my head, mouth falling open.

So warm. So tight. Wet, milking girl surrounding my cock. I knew being inside of Jill would be mind-blowing, but this? No man deserves this. She’s snug and firm and welcoming and shit shit shit how am I going to last a minute? Especially with her tits out, her eyes glassy with the same desire that’s wracking me, owning me. My balls are already in an invisible death grip, the base of my spine being wrenched and twisted.

I take two handfuls of her sweet ass in my grip, press our foreheads together and breathe, breathe with her. Try to center myself. “Does it hurt, baby?”

“A little, but…” Her eyes jog over my face. “I’m so happy, I barely feel the pain.” She bites her lip and constricts her inner walls, producing a strangled sound from my throat. “Fuck me, Zach.”

Those three words set me off. Jill never curses. She’s a good girl.

But not right now.

Right now, she’s a hot little temptation with her panties on the floor, her dress around her waist, her tight pussy full of my dick. There’s no way to make this romantic, like I always swore her first time would be, on the crazy chance she ever had it with me. No, this is down and dirty, two virgins who’ve been craving this adult act so long, we move in a frenzy. I rail her like a dog in heat, squeezing my cock in and out of her little cunt, boosting her up, up, up against the wall. She makes a mewling sound every time there’s impact, her legs dangling and loose around me, her fingertips buried in my shoulders, titties shaking all over the place.

“Such a hungry pussy you’ve been hiding under that little cheerleading skirt, huh, baby? All those innocent smiles at the crowd, shaking your pompoms. When you really just wanted to drop your panties for me, let me bang you raw.”

Her legs jerk around me, breath catching. “Oh m-my God. More.”

“Yeah, I know.” I grit my teeth against her ear, rifling into her snug hole, my balls tightening, tightening. “I know what you need. You need me to tell you what a hot little fuck you are. You need me to tell you I’ve been jerking off in my bedroom to your giggles for years.”

She sucks in a breath, her sex pulsing around me. “You have?”

I shouldn’t be telling her this, but I can’t hold back. I can’t hold anything back. Not when I’m finally inside of her and the end is so close. So close. “I imagine you naked and giggling in my bed, trying to roll away so I won’t come on you, but…I hold you there. Underneath me. I get it all over your belly and tits and…”

“My face?” she asks breathlessly.

I grind into her roughly, wincing at the intense pleasure. “Yes.”

Her face is flushed with pleasure. “Bad, bad Zach.”

My fingers bite into her buns, keeping her still so I can get more impact, feel that hilt like a slap every time I go balls deep. “Yes. Bad.”

“I shouldn’t let you come inside me,” she whispers, in a way that says she wants the opposite.

Our eyes lock and I see the thrill there. The eagerness. And I respond, “Maybe you don’t have a choice, baby. I couldn’t pull out of this tight fucking kitty if I tried.”

After that, it only takes one pump and she’s coming, her teeth stuck in her lower lip, legs trembling uncontrollably. I follow her, making a hoarse sound into the curve of her neck, my hips slamming forward, pleasure-pain gripping my gut, twisting it as the relief burns through. My muscles ripple with power and helplessness at the same time and I watch her in awe, watch her blue eyes go sightless, her body seizing, her sex throbbing tightly around me, stroking an immense amount of spend from my cock without apology.

“Zach,” she mouths. “Zach.”

Both of our bodies lose tension at the same time, her legs drop from around my hips and I hold her against my chest, kissing her hairline, saying the sweet things I wasn’t capable of when she had me so turned on. “Beautiful girl. Sweet, sweet girl. You felt so good. So perfect.”

“So did you.”

“Are you okay? No pain?”

“Just a twinge, but it’s nothing compared to how good it felt.” She looks up at my, her eyes luminous. “Zach—”

There’s a brisk knock on the bathroom door.

Jill slaps a hand over her mouth and I can tell by her expression she forgot we’re at school. I guess I have no choice but to take that as a compliment, but I’ll think about that later. “Just helping her get to the bathroom,” I call to the nurse, kneeling down and working the panties back up Jill’s legs, fixing her dress around her thighs, before standing and zipping myself back into my jeans, swiping the sweat from my brow.

“You shouldn’t be in there with her, Mr. O’Meara,” the nurse says angrily through the door. “If she needed help to the bathroom, you should have come to get me.”

“I didn’t think it would be inappropriate.” At this point, I’m just buying Jill time to fix her hair. “I’ve known her since we were kids.”

“Ooh yeah!” Jill pipes up, grabbing some paper towels, both of us wiping the trails of come from her inner thighs. “I’m really like his sister.”

I give Jill a skeptical look.

She winces. Shrugs.

The nurse knocks again. “Out!”

“Sorry,” Jill sings, leaning heavily on me for assistance while I pull open the door, escorting her through like a fragile patient. “When you gotta go…”

The nurse glances between us and the bathroom, suspicion written on every line of her face. “Go back to class, you two.”

“Right away,” Jill says, using my arm for support all the way to the door, both of us trying and failing to subdue smiles. “Thanks for everything!”

We laugh into the empty hallway, holding our sides from keeping in the amusement.

She looks at me with sparkling eyes.

And at that moment, everything seems perfect.

Utterly, unbelievably perfect.

I’m even starting to ponder the possibility that Jill might have…feelings for me. As long as I’ve known this girl, I’ve never known her to do anything half-hearted. She’s all or nothing. Would she give her body to me with no reservations if she didn’t at least feel something?

I don’t know.

It seems insane that she might want me for more than…exploring.

I’m also very aware of the fact that letting her move on, in an hour or a day or five months? It just got next to impossible.

And I might have to do something about it.

Like ask her to homecoming.