I wanted this. I wanted this so bad I could practically taste it.
But I was not an experienced woman. In fact, I’d literally only had one single kiss by a boy in college. That was it.
Everything was new to me, and that included all things that had to do with big equipment—i.e., penises.
His finger started to trail away from the areola and circled closer and closer to the tip of my breast until suddenly he had my nipple between two fingers.
I gasped when he pinched it. Startled, I looked up in surprise.
“You can take me.”
It wasn’t a statement as much as an order.
And when the thunder boomed outside, followed by a weird whistling noise, I said the first thing to come to my mind.
“If the walls come down around us, we’re going to be naked,” I told him. “And when rescuers come looking for us, they’ll find everything hanging out. Think of the children.”
That was when Ezra McDuff lost his patience.
He launched himself forward until my entire body was plastered to his, and he started to feast on me.
His mouth went to my breast, latching on like a man starved for touch. His hands went to my ass, and he pressed down, urging me to feel his erection pinned between my body and his.
And oh, sweet baby Jesus. The man had such a sweet mouth.
I gasped and latched onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft skin at the top of his back.
I was sure that I was hurting him, but he didn’t stop his assault on my nipple, nor did he let up the pressure on my ass, allowing me to grind down into him while also trying to figure out what to do next.
Should I stay where I was? Should I move my hands? Should I touch him?
All the thoughts swirling in my mind was enough to frustrate me, but before it could get to the point where I made an awkward attempt at seduction, he moved so that I was on my back, and he was over me.
I gasped, surprised by the lightning fast move.
But that was as fast as he got. The moment he had me where he wanted me, he slowed down to an almost sloth-like pace.
His mouth was everywhere, though.
On my breast, trailing up the middle of my chest, sucking on my collarbone. On the curve of my mouth.
I groaned and thrust my hands into his hair, needing something, anything to hold onto.
He growled as I pulled, but he didn’t stop me.
Oh, no.
Not Ezra.
Apparently, he enjoyed the sting of pain. I knew that not because of his body language, or his sign of satisfaction, but because of his mouth opening and him flat out telling me.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Put your legs around my hips, grind your pussy up into me while you pull my hair.”
And suddenly, just like that, I felt like I could do this.
The nerves were gone.
The insecurity, and the fear.
I did exactly as he instructed, wrapping my legs around his trim waist, and lifting myself up to tease him with my pussy.
His hard, hot cock slid in between my pussy lips, and he started to rock back and forth, coating the length of his dick in my excitement.
“Do you want my cock, Raleigh?” he teased.
Did I want his cock? Did he think I was stupid? Of course, I wanted it!
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside of me.”
He shifted so that his cock was rubbing deliciously over every square inch of my lips.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
The timid word was met with a groan of approval.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he rasped against my throat, reaching one hand down to pluck at my distended nipple.
Not as long as I have, I thought morosely.
A boom of thunder sounded overhead, followed shortly by a crack of something falling outside.
But I didn’t care—couldn’t care—because I felt his cock pull back through my folds, and then get lodged at the entrance of my pussy.
I opened my eyes, wanting to see his face when he entered me and got rewarded with his eyes pinned to mine.
“Ready, baby?” he questioned.
I nodded, my throat too full of excitement to speak.
He started to push, and my entrance promptly protested.
“Reach between us with both hands and spread your pussy lips,” he ordered.
Biting my lip, I reluctantly let go of his hair and slid my hands down between our abdomens, not missing the fact that everywhere my touch had been goosebumps followed.
The minute I got to where we were connected, I had a sudden burst of adrenaline shoot through me.
We were about to do this.
I was about to have Ezra McDuff’s big penis inside of me.
Holy. Shit.
I pulled my pussy lips apart, and he sank a quarter inch inside, causing us both to freeze.
Something momentous passed in between us then, but before either one of us could examine it for more than a few seconds, my pussy rippled around what little he had inside of me, causing him to groan.
With his eyes still connected with mine, he pushed inside.
I’d expected pain, but there wasn’t any.
Discomfort, yes. Pain, no.
The moment that he started to fill me, other things started to cloud my judgment—like how good he felt with only half of his cock inside of me. Or, possibly it could’ve been the way he was staring at me so intently that I felt not only stripped physically bare but mentally as well.
I licked my lips, and his gaze moved down to my mouth.
After a short hesitation, his arms bulged as he came down, being sure to put almost zero pressure on me, keeping every bit of his weight on his arms, he kissed me.
He kissed me so thoroughly that when he finally let me up for air, I was gasping for breath, which was just as well seeing as while I was temporarily distracted, he thrust forward and gave me every single bit of his length.
The cry of pleasure that left me almost boneless left my throat, and soon I felt his balls pressed up against my ass.
Our breathing was ragged, but mostly it was the way my chest was puffing like a freight train that had his gaze shifting from excitement to worry.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, lips brushing my cheek.
I nodded, loving the way his whiskers rubbed against my cheek. “More than okay…if you’d only move.”
He chuckled, pulling his hips back slightly, only to thrust back forward again, filling me before I could truly miss his departure.
“You feel like heaven wrapped around me.” He ran one finger from my chest up to my hair, burying his fist in the now-knotted strands.
Another boom of thunder shook our small hideout, but that didn’t stop him from moving into a rhythm.
Both of us were cramped. My head was up against the soap holder, and I could see his leg extended out beyond the back of the toilet, but neither one of us seemed to care.
Not when he felt so fucking good inside of me, and definitely not when I had the one and only thing I’d ever wanted in my arms.
“God, I’m not going to last,” he rasped against my throat.
His hand shifted to go between us, the pad of his thumb easily finding that bundle of nerves I’d only ever touched in the darkness of my own locked bedroom.
The moment he made contact with the small nub, everything inside of me clenched with need and anticipation.
It wouldn’t take much for him to make me fall over the edge—something that surprised me since when I did this myself, it took quite a long time for me to let go.
Ezra didn’t seem to have that same problem.
“Please be close,” he groaned into my neck, moving his hand away. “Get yourself off.”
My hand moved.
I was, but that close turned into falling overboard when he
bit my neck with blunt teeth.
The dual sensations had me losing every ounce of control I’d managed to hold onto.
My pussy clamped down around him, and moments later, I was screaming my head off—and it had absolutely nothing to do with the window outside breaking, and everything to do with Ezra’s cock.
Between one scream and the next, I was coming so hard that if it wasn’t storming, I was sure that the neighbors would’ve come over to check to make sure I was okay.
I’d never, not once in my life, felt something so ferocious sweep through my body.
My eyes slammed shut, my connection to Ezra’s beautiful gaze falling to the wayside. My legs clamped even tighter around his hips, and my arms froze. One in his hair, and the other on my clit.
Ezra’s curse of agony followed mine, and had I heard it any other time when I wasn’t experiencing my out of body experience, I would’ve definitely asked him if he was okay.
Turns out, he was dying his own little death, but I was too lost to care.
At least not until long moments later, when the wind died down, and our breathing started to calm.
“You know,” he murmured, sounding almost disappointed in himself. “I’ve taught that sex-ed class for years. I’ve blasted the safe sex point home more times than I can count, and then bam. You walk into my life, and I lose every single bit of self-control I thought I had.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“I’m clean,” I breathed against his chest.
He snorted. “Honey, your virginity is staining my still hard dick right now. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re clean.”
I felt my lips twitch.
I couldn’t really say what I was thinking, because what I was thinking probably wasn’t something he needed to hear.
Because if I told him that the idea of having his baby was overtly appealing to me, and I hoped that he’d gotten me pregnant, he might very well realize how crazy I was, and kick me out.
Therefore, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to act excited about having sex with Ezra McDuff—my high school crush, and Ezra losing so much control that he forgot the number one rule of sex—glove it if you love it.
Chapter 8
Eating is cheaper than therapy.
-Fact of Life
Ezra
My anger at my team had not abated despite having a three-day weekend to calm down.
Then again, seeing the fields that I’d painstakingly worked so hard on trashed due to the weather a few days ago hadn’t helped matters, either.
Honestly, the only thing saving these kids from having to run for the next three weeks straight was the looseness that I felt after spending the night with Raleigh.
When I walked onto the field Tuesday afternoon, every single boy looked bored to tears.
They didn’t seem scared. They didn’t look particularly ashamed. They looked like they were ready to hang out and play some recreational ball.
Well, I was sorry to say, they wouldn’t be playing ball at all today.
They’d be running.
And when they weren’t running, they’d be doing burpees.
Two of the most awful things I could think of.
“Let’s head to the track,” I ordered, waving my hand in the direction of where I wanted them to go.
Groans filled the air.
“What for, Coach?”
I looked over my shoulder at my nephew.
“Unfortunately, a few ruined it for you all. Since you’re all a team, you will be punished as a team.” I paused. “And next time you see your teammates doing something stupid, you will say something to help convince them of why it’s not a good idea.”
Another round of groans.
“Come on, Coach. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
I froze when I heard Mackie’s rebuttal.
“Not that big of a deal?” I turned to look at him. “Tell me, how the hell do you think it’s not that big of a deal? You laughed at a boy that lost everything. Everything, Mackie.”
The boys shuffled on their feet, clearly rethinking their actions from three nights before.
“Riggs,” I called out, pointing at the shortstop. “What would you do if you couldn’t walk anymore?”
Riggs didn’t say a word.
“And you, Boney,” I called, pointing at my relief pitcher. “What would you do if you woke up one day and realized that you couldn’t get yourself to the toilet to take a shit?”
Still nothing.
“Jacks.” I looked at the catcher who standing next to me. “What would you do if you found out that you could never drive that shiny new truck again?”
Slowly but surely, I went through each and every senior on the team.
“What would you do if you woke up tomorrow and realized your entire life was over?” I asked. “That you had to relearn the basics. Figure out how to do things that you had mastered when you were a baby? How to eat. How to sleep. How to get to the bathroom. How to shower. How to do just about everything you’ve always taken for granted.”
“Shit.”
That came from Riggs.
“Y’all know as well as I do that Morgan’s life was baseball,” I continued. “How do you think it makes him feel to know that you don’t support him?”
Every single boy looked at their feet, but I had a feeling that the little shit Mackie only did it because he didn’t want to be out of place amongst the group.
If Mackie wasn’t such a good player, I’d think about kicking him off the team.
He was a selfish prick and I’d honestly never come as close as I did with Mackie to hating a student.
My anger rose once again, and I narrowed my eyes at the entire team.
“Unfortunately for you underclassmen, y’all are going to share in the seniors’ punishment.” I paused to look at my nephew, giving him an annoyed glance. Once my eyes were turned back to the group of seniors, I let them hear the anger in my voice. “I may not be able to physically touch you, but I can still kick your ass. Now run.”
***
Raleigh
I looked up, startled to find fifteen sweaty boys standing in my way.
I swallowed, trying not to relay my fears of having all of them standing there, blocking my way out.
“We came to apologize.” Johnson looked apologetic.
All of them did. All of them but a few. But those few were outnumbered by the rest that did.
One face, in particular, Mackie Tombs, stood out. And not in a good way. I had a feeling that if these other boys weren’t there with him, he might very well be doing the opposite of apologizing.
“Um, thank you?” I replied hesitantly.
Johnson’s lips twitched, and he shook his head, causing his shaggy hair to fall haphazardly over his face.
Bolstering my courage by looking at his face, I turned to the other boys, one by one, and looked each of them in the eyes.
“I realize that y’all think it’s a joke.” I paused. “But this bullying stuff is serious business. You don’t know anything about a person that you’re bullying. You have no idea what’s going on at home. You don’t know whether his father just died, or his entire life had changed due to a parent losing a job. Of course, in Morgan’s case, you do know some of what he’s facing…but you also don’t know the struggle that he’s going through. Y’all should be role models, not bullies.”
Feet shuffled, and I smiled then. “I appreciate y’all coming over to apologize. But I think that Morgan could use the apologies more than I could…and I also think it wouldn’t hurt you to spend a little time with your friend. I’m sure that he misses y’all.”
Morgan didn’t have any friends any longer. It was like he’d isolated himself, doing what he could to put up a shield and keep people that wanted to be his friend out.
Murmurs of agreement filled the air, and all of a sudden, I realized that these boys had no idea that M
organ missed them.
“All right, guys.” I smiled softly at them. “Y’all should probably head home and get showered…don’t y’all have a test in sexual education coming up tomorrow?”
Chuckles filled the air, but again, Mackie only glared.
I swallowed and looked away from his gaze.
Moments after issuing the dismissal, they all left, leaving me staring at their retreating backs.
Biting my lip, I started down the walkway leading to the parking lot about fifteen steps behind them, being sure to keep enough distance in between me and them to be sure I felt safe.
I’d learned my triggers, and since one of them was being too close to a group of boys, I kept my distance.
I’d just rounded the final corner to the parking lot when I realized that Mackie was holding back. He was at least eight to ten paces behind the rest of the team, and Johnson was looking over his shoulder every couple of steps to keep an eye on him.
I felt my heart warm, loving that he was protective like his father—and his uncle.
His uncle that I hadn’t seen nor spoken to in well over forty-eight hours.
At first, I’d beaten myself up about it. Told myself that he was having second thoughts about what we’d done. Then I realized that the cell towers were out due to the weather we’d had roll through, and he didn’t know where I lived.
And this morning, all hands had been on deck when it came to helping clean up around the school, meaning I hadn’t seen him there, either.
Hell, I was honestly surprised we were even at school today since we didn’t have power in all of the buildings.
The cafeteria ovens and microwaves were being run off of generators, and luckily it was spring, meaning it wasn’t oppressively hot.
And, if I was a guessing girl, I would say that today had been more productive than other days because there was nothing to inhibit the children from learning. There were no cell phones out, or disturbing influences. I’d taken almost all of my classes outdoors so we could do work in the sun—and I had to say, my kids in every class had given me better work than I’d had from them all school year.
“Yo,” Johnson called, startling me. “Is something wrong, Mackie?”
I looked up to find Mackie way closer to me than to the rest of the group, causing me to slow my pace.
Hissy Fit Page 8
