A high-pitched squeal echoed in the tiny crook underneath the stairs, and when the swirl of brown hair settled, I locked onto two big green eyes.
“Isaiah!” A gasp came next as I pushed her small frame against the stone wall gently. “You scared me. I thought you were Bain.”
My lip lifted. “Disappointed?”
A half-roll of her eyes deepened my smile. “Quite the opposite. What are you doing? I thought you had an away game.”
I took a step closer to her, nestling my knee in its rightful spot between her legs. My fingers intertwined with one of hers, and I brought our joined hands up above her head, resting them against the cool wall of our haunted boarding school. “I do,” I said, leaning in close. “But honestly the thought of getting on that bus with twenty sweaty guys is already bad enough without going an entire day without touching you.” What was I doing? This was not why I came to see her.
A rush of pink swept over Gemma’s face, and I loved it. I loved every shade of red on her skin. She blushed so much. “You’ve gone eighteen years without touching me. What’s one more day?”
I shrugged. “After last night, I don’t really intend to find out.” My lips closed in on hers, and she paused before opening her mouth and letting me kiss her. I deepened the kiss, completely unable to stop myself, and she fucking loved it. Her tongue jolted into my mouth, exploring like she’d done the night before when her walls seemed to shatter. I dropped her hand and gripped her tightly to my body, trying like hell to reel myself in before I was even more late for the bus.
I broke away just as Gemma’s hands started to creep up my jersey. “Fuck, this was not what I had intended to do when I pulled you in here.”
Her breaths were soft and fast. Her warm hands were still on my tense abs. “Did…did you need something else?”
I shook my head slowly, peering down at our touching chests and her inviting lips. I glanced away before I kissed her again. The girl was a drug. Intoxicating. Every bit of her innocence nearly begged me to destroy it. You did destroy it, last night, on Mrs. Fitz’s desk. “Not really. I just wanted to remind you that you need to stay in your room tonight. With me and the rest of the Rebels at the game, Bain will be free, and he is unpredictable at this point.”
A tiny smile appeared. “You could have just texted me that. Remember? You gave me a phone.”
My finger brushed the side of her cheek as I pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her little hands cupped me around my stomach, and I fought the shiver that worked itself down my back. “I know.” There was a small amount of vulnerability seeping in with my next words. “But I wanted to see you. Every time I turned around today, it seemed like someone was watching us.”
She nodded in agreement, sucking her bottom lip in between her white teeth, and I felt my pupils dilate. My chest grew tight as I pushed up along her body, and I felt the war brewing inside of me. A strangled growl crawled out of the deepest parts of my soul, and Gemma paused.
“What’s wrong?”
What was wrong? I felt crazed. That was what was wrong. The need to touch her and feel her and kiss every inch of her skin was driving me fucking mad. The rational part of me needed to shove her away, close down my emotions, and get back the numb Isaiah. But that part of me lost. That part of me lost the second I looked into her innocent eyes and perfect bow-shaped lips.
My hands found the small of her back, and my lips brushed over hers before I moved to the side of her neck where I’d left my mark. “Everything feels wrong when I’m not touching you,” I whispered before kissing her neck gently. “And that’s a troubling thought, Gemma.” A soft breath left her, and that was all it took for my temptation to take over. I didn’t care if I was late to lacrosse. I didn’t care about anything except fueling the fire I felt when I was with her. Gemma had changed me, and I couldn’t change back. She was the one thing that I’d get on my knees for, and when the time came, I would look for her. I’d look for her, and I’d find her, and I’d bring her back to me because what I was feeling right now eclipsed the dark future that was clawing at my back like a fucking hellhound. I’d find a way to make my life mine with her by my side. I was through giving my father the choice to dictate me.
“It’s like that for me too. I like your hands on me.” Gemma’s sultry tone had me rubbing my growing dick over her pussy that was so close to being completely bare in her uniform. My finger skimmed the outside of her panties as I thrusted my hips upward, catching that plump lip in between my teeth as she gripped onto my shoulders. I was so damn hungry for her that I felt like I’d die if I didn’t get a taste. Just one. Go slow. I was going too fast, too soon. Gemma wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She wasn’t experienced, but fuck me if she didn’t act like she was.
“Do you like when my hands do this?” I asked, dipping my finger inside of her. Her eyes caught mine, and it was pure euphoria. Seeing her pleasured
was life changing. Fuck, she was already wet.
She nodded vigorously, her hair sticking to her forehead. “It feels…” Her eyes closed as she rested her head back onto the wall, letting me play with her body all tucked away in a dark corner of the school. I lied earlier. I liked having her to myself. She could be my dirty little secret. No one needed to know what she looked like when I touched her or graced her lips with mine. No. She was mine. “I like how you make me feel, Isaiah. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been thinking about it since that night you pulled me into the linen closet and rubbed a finger over my hip.”
A whimper left her, and I kept my mouth shut because I felt the same, so much so I couldn’t put it into words. My finger pumped in a few more times, and I watched her hand come up and touch her breast, and I had to shut my eyes from whipping my dick out and sinking it into her. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t care to go slow, but I had just taken her virginity last night. God damn, don’t fuck it up. Her wetness coated my finger, and I couldn’t control myself. Dirty things started to spew from my mouth into her ear as I ran my thumb against her swollen clit.
“You are the dirtiest good girl I’ve ever met, Gemma.” I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, and she cried out. “I can’t wait to do things to you that will have you screaming my fucking name.”
Her hips moved back and forth, and her words were ragged. “Like—like what?”
A deep chuckle rumbled out, and she started to move faster against my finger as I added in another. She moaned, and my dick was so hard I almost took my other hand to rub one out.
“Dude, hurry the fuck up,” Cade called out. “I’m heading to the bus. I’ll tell Coach you’re right behind me. You’ve got two minutes.”
Two minutes? No problem.
Shock flew from Gemma’s mouth in a fast breath, but I placed my lips on hers, drowning out Cade. It took her a second to relax, but when she started to move her hips again, I pulled back and hovered over her ear. “I’ll taste you while you taste me.” My blood pumped as Gemma’s breathing grew faster. “I’ll make you come from that, and then I’ll make you come again as I finger-fuck you like this.”
A soft moan came from her, and she began tightening around my finger. I grabbed her thigh that was clamped down to my hip and pushed it open wide, letting cool air brush over her sensitive skin. God, this was so fucking hot.
“And then I’ll fuck your face until we’re both seconds from coming and flip you around and sink deep inside your tight little pussy so I can feel you clamp down on me and watch your beautiful face fill with pleasure.”
“Ahh,” Gemma’s cry was muffled as I swallowed her moan. Her nails dug into my jersey, and her hips thrust against my finger one more time before she came undone. My mouth kept moving over hers as I relished in her taste long after she was done orgasming. I couldn’t stop kissing her.