Chapter 4

Imani

During second period, I shifted in Mr. Barnes’s Biology class, needing to pee so freaking badly, as he went on and on and on about the exam tomorrow. I pushed my reading glasses further up my nose, wrote furiously in my notebook, and squeezed my knees together.

Allie leaned closer to me. “Are you okay?”

“I have to pee,” I whispered back, hoping Barnes wouldn’t hear me.

He loathed when people interrupted his lecture.

“Go,” she urged me. “I’ll give you my notes tonight.”

Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I placed my pen down, raised my hand, and asked Barnes to use the restroom. 

He stopped his lecture, tilted his head down to look at me through his thick glasses, and sighed. “Go.”

After giving him my best smile, I scurried out of the room and basically ran to the restroom, doing my business and slumping my shoulders forward. At least here, I didn’t have to worry about seeing Chris in the hallways or in class. It was Imani time.

From under the stall, I watched the restroom door swing open, and two sets of legs hurried in, sloppy and wet sounds coming from the couple. They stumbled into the stall next to me, and I scrunched my nose.

Well, there goes that.

I flushed my toilet and quickly washed my hands, wanting to get out of there as soon as humanly possible. That was the first and last time I’d ever ask to use the restroom during class because I didn’t want to listen to the starts of another fucking during school session.

Making it out of the restroom, I walked down the hall toward Barnes’s classroom. When I passed that dreaded hallway that the bad boys of Redwood Academy ruled, someone shoved me against the lockers, slapped a hand over my mouth, and drew their nose up the side of my neck.

“Don’t fucking say a word,” he said into my ear, the voice from none other than my video-chatting hookup of a man, Chris.

I widened my eyes and nodded, my entire body tense and my breath catching in the back of my throat. Chris pressed himself into me from behind, face buried into the crook of my neck, and a strand of his dirty-blond hair was in my corner vision. He smelled like pine, his thick scent drifting through my nose.

“If I let go, you’re not going to turn around.”

When I nodded, he pulled his hand away from my mouth and placed it on the locker beside me. I sucked in a deep breath and glanced over at his bruised knuckles, aching to turn around to see who this man was. Walking around school today had been pure torture.

But I was terrified of who I’d find.

“What are you going to do?” I whispered, fear and … excitement rushing through me.

I had never been this close to a guy before. Ever.

“I’m going to get used to your body before I introduce you to my friends.”

“Your friends?” I whispered, chewing on my bottom lip. “You’re really going to …”

He growled against me, his hand wrapping around the front of my throat. “I told you not to say a fucking word.” He trailed his other hand down the front of my body, between my breasts, and over my thin bralette, making my nipples hard. “Exactly how I imagined you’d feel.”

I bit back a whimper, brows furrowing. “Chris …”

With his free hand, he captured my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it until I couldn’t hold back the whimper any longer. I moaned—fucking moaned—right in the middle of the empty hallway.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” He said it like he could tell.

Instead of answering him, I pressed my lips together and found myself pushing back against him and loving the way he felt against my ass. In all of the videos, he had been so big, and somehow, he felt even bigger now. Heat gathered in my core.

He gently sucked on the skin below my ear and moved his hand lower and lower and lower until he cupped my pussy through my leggings. I whimpered again, and Chris covered my mouth with his large, callous hand. 

“Scream as loud as you’d like. I should’ve known that a horny, dirty-mouthed virgin like you wouldn’t be able to hold her moans back.”

And then he shoved a hand into the front of my pants and drew a finger down my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that I needed to get back to class, but I loved this too much to tell Chris that. He spread my folds with his fingers and brushed them against my clit. I yelped and tensed, breath catching.

Chris chuckled lowly. “Oh, baby … I’ve barely touched you. What will happen when you have three sets of hands all over your body?”

I moaned into his hand and clenched, heat warming my core. Six hands, gliding across my body, touching every part of me, making me feel good. I couldn’t imagine I’d last more than a couple moments like that.

Chris rubbed my clit faster and ground his bulge against my ass, his stubble brushing against my soft spot. I moaned again, unable to hold myself back, and pushed against him, too, needing more. I shuffled my shoes apart against the tiled floor, giving him better access.

“Please,” I mumbled against his hand, my fingers turning white against the red lockers.

“You want more?”

I nodded.

He trailed his fingers down my pussy until they reached my entrance. Shoving two inside of me, he grunted against my neck. “Fuck. I’ve never felt anyone this tight before. My cock is going to feel so fucking good inside you.”

I whimpered and clenched harder on him, pressure rising in my core. As he pumped his fingers into me, he hit my clit with the heel of his palm, driving me higher. Tightening around him even more, I curled my toes, and Chris pulled his hand away from my mouth. Before I could stop myself, I let out an ear-piercing scream.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body, my legs trembling. I bit my lip and slapped a hand over my mouth, moaning harder into it.

When he pulled his hand out of my pants, he wrapped his other hand around my throat, leaned in closer to me, and lifted his wet fingers to my mouth. “Lick yourself off my fingers, Imani.”

I swallowed hard, gently taking the tips of his fingers between my lips, tasting the saltiness on my tongue. Before I could suck them in all the way, he pulled his fingers back and stuck them into his mouth, groaning into my ear. I clenched at the sound of him, still staring directly at the locker, like he’d told me to.

Once he finally pulled away, he grabbed the back of my neck, turned me toward Barnes’s classroom, and stood behind me. “Walk down the hall, back to your class, and don’t look back at me. Not once.”

With a racing heart, I nodded and scurried away, down the hall, and didn’t look back, no matter how much I wanted to.