I notice his arm is snug in my pants, so I drop my hand from his head and pop the button on my jeans, giving him my approval, and some space to work with.
"You want me to finger fuck you, Nadia?"
Oh God, yes. More than anything. "Mmhmm."
"How bad do you want it?" He begins rubbing circles on my clit with the pad of his index finger. Sending waves of electricity shooting through my body. But, it's not enough. I need more.
I'm not one to be at anyone's mercy, let alone beg, so it's hard for me to even tell him how badly I want him. "Just do it," I spit out.
He releases an airy chuckle and I can tell he's enjoying this torture he's bestowing upon me. He slides the tip of one finger inside of me and my body jolts slightly. Bringing his head back a tad, he looks at my face. Watching my expression to see that I like what he's offering me. "More," I stretch my hand between us, cupping his from the outside of my jeans. I curl my fingers around his hand and force them farther into me.
His cock grinds forcibly against my leg and if it weren't for the small space between these two shelves, I'd have it in my hand right now.
Another finger dips inside of me and I give my leg a bend and press up on my tiptoes to give him better access, so he can hit just the right spot. When he does, I let out a muffled groan. "Oh, God," I cry out. He slaps a hand over my mouth and begins pumping harder and faster at the back of my walls. His long fingers—curled and stretched out—while his palm smacks against my wet pussy.
"Zack..I'm...oh, fuck. I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, baby," he croaks before his mouth collides with mine. Taking my lip hostage between his teeth. I suck his bottom lip in my mouth. I clamp down slightly as the climax he's bringing me to becomes so intense that I could scream.
He kisses me harder with so much passion that my body cries out for me as I come undone and squirt my arousal all over his fingers and into the palm of hands, letting it drip into my panties.
I draw in a deep breath, filling my emptied lungs, then smile in response to the shit-eating grin on his face. Yeah, he's definitely pleased with himself. I don't blame him. No guy has ever worked his fingers on me like that. Then again, I've only been with one other man. But, I never got off like that.
Zack dips his head down and looks at our feet as we're packed into this small space. "Well, Blue Jay, I think you just watered that plant."
"Stop it!" I tease as I laugh and smack his shoulder. I realize his hand is still shoved down my pants, so I relax a little bit and he pulls it out.
My stomach drops when he pops his finger in his mouth and waggles his brows. "Mmm, not bad."
I cringe. "Gross."
"Why's it gross? Tastes good to me."
Feeling my cheeks blush, I look down and button up my pants. There's a sticky mess inside of them and I don't even care if he needs help with lateral equations, I have to get home and change.
"Ok. Well, thanks, I guess." I shrug my shoulders with a smirk.
Scooping up my bag that's already packed up, I press my lips together, biting back a smile then round the table.
"That's it?" Zack throws his arms up.
My shoulders rise. "Umm. Call me?" I don't know what to say. This has never happened before. Not just the foreplay in a library, but a quick fling with an almost stranger.
Zack laughs and it puts me at ease. "That's not what I meant." He taps his fingers to his open book. "I still get fifteen more minutes."
"Oh, right." I feel my cheeks burn again. "Do you mind if we cut it short today? I gesture toward my legs. "I sort of need to....cleanup."
The corner of his lip tugs up in a smile that sends a frenzy of quivers in my stomach. "I guess I'll let it slide this time. Under one condition."
Tossing my bag over my shoulder, I palm my hip. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Go to a party with me Friday night." His eyes flirt and I take it that this is his way of getting what he wants. Well, it’s working.
"A party? Eh, I don't know. Where is this party?"
"Brock's parents have a little cabin on the creek out of town. Bonfire, drinks. It'll give you a chance to get to know your classmates." His neck bends and he bats his lashes. "Come on. It'll be fun. Friday night parties after the games are a blast."
Bree did mention a party, which means she's probably going. All the parties I’ve attended consisted of snobs sipping wine from long stemmed glasses and the guys gathered in a circle in their Armani jackets while they pinpointed which chick they wanted to try and bag that night. It was almost always sophisticated and always ended with me on the couch alone because none of the guys we socialized with ever did it for me. Of course, that was then. Chances are, I'll never attend one of those parties again. This is the new me, and the new me needs to try new things. "Ok." I nod. "I'll go to your party." But," I hold up a finger, "I'm not going with you. I’ll go with Bree."
"Alright. I can handle that. You going to the game, too?"
"Actually, I am. Jonas asked me to go watch him play."
It's apparent that Zack didn't like my response. His back steels and he turns away abruptly. He slams his book, snatches it up, and glares at me like I just told him he wasn't invited to my birthday party. "Did you not hear what I said to you only twenty minutes ago? He's only doing this to piss me off."
Jonas is the quarterback for the Wildcats and when we had lunch yesterday, he asked me if I'd go watch him play. I wasn't sure at first, much like when Zack asked me to go to the party, but he was pretty convincing—much like Zack. Jonas is a nice guy, but he definitely doesn't give me the rush that Zack does. Doesn't matter anyways. I have no intention of getting serious with anyone. A few more months and I'm leaving Cutler Creek and never looking back.
"And you never answered my question as to why he would do that."
"Actually, I did. I told them to stay away from you and Jonas doesn't like being told what to do."
Shaking my head in confusion, I tug my straps tighter. "You're really confusing, you know that? Even if I do go to the game, Jonas will be playing. If he was trying to piss you off, he'd be the one inviting me to the party. Maybe it's you who's trying to piss him off." I raise my brows and can feel my forehead crinkle. But, I think I'm right. I don't know why he would care who I hang out with, but I make my own choices, so it doesn't even matter.
"Maybe. Guess you just gotta wait and see." He walks toward me, but doesn't stop. His broad shoulder brushes against mine and he keeps going. I turn around and watch him walk away, more baffled now than I was when I got here. This guy is such a fucking puzzle, and every time I think I've found a piece that fits, it ends up being the wrong one.
11
Zack
“Stupid. Fucking stupid.” I smack myself in the head for the umpteenth time at the reflection staring back at me. I don’t know what the hell this girl is doing to me. Crawling under my skin and making herself comfortable. I had a plan. I had a fucking plan!