Incharge

Chapter 16

Cory Matthews

Her lips were addictive. Soft and sweet and delicate. God, why hadn't I kissed her sooner? Little breathy moans slipped from her mouth as our tongues collided, her hips rocking on mine.

I must thank whoever designed the Harrowhill library. It was mapped out like a maze making this small corner of dusty old textbooks the perfect hookup spot. Better yet, a permanent spot for Meghan and I.

I'm so glad I had bumped into Nick on Showcase Day a couple of weeks ago. I was dreading texting Meghan - how do you even start that kind of message? 'Hey, I like you. Hookup?'. No - I wasn't doing that. I liked Megs and making it seem like she was a booty call was not on my agenda.

Having Nick intervene and tell Meghan to message me meant she had control over the situation.

Was I a nervous wreck waiting for her message?
Yes.
Did my cowardly plan work?
Surprisingly, also yes.

Meghan's text had led to not only library make out sessions (yeah - fucking plural), but also a close call in one of the laundry cupboards with Matron and a sneaky trip down the servants stairs for some privacy. I even managed to sneak in and out of Meghan's dorm room without any of the seven other girls even realising I was there. I felt insatiable when it came to Megs; no matter how long I spent with her, I wanted to stay longer - hold her longer.

"Cory!" Meghan gasped as quietly as she possibly could. "The lib... librar... librarian is going to - oh god - hear us."

She wasn't wrong. The librarian was a bitch and had the hearing of a dog to fit her character. Not that Meghan was being particularly quiet but any noises made in the library were picked up by this old crabby bloodhound.

She was clinging to the dated wooden shelves of books behind herself; so tightly her knuckles were turning white. Meghan was trying to hold herself up so desperately due to my current position - under her skirt with my head between her thighs.

My tongue was now flattened against her clit causing Meghan to buck her hips, pleading for something more. As she let out a moan louder than usual, I withdrew myself.

I removed myself from her pussy and looked up at her smirking. "Hear us?" I arched my eyebrows at her. "The only one making any noise is you."

My hands stayed under her skirt, thumbs rubbing circles on her inner thighs. I watched Meghan's mouth twitch as she thought about talking back to me. To prevent this, I pinged her underwear against her pussy covering it up once more. A slight gasp left Meghan's lips.

Taking that as a sign that I was done, Meghan began to compose herself. Releasing the bookshelves from her grasp, she pulled herself up to full height. "But you haven't... Not in the mood anymore?"

I stood up to kiss her cheek. "Of course I'm in the mood, I'm always wanting you when I'm with you. But it's too soon."

For some reason, today was harder for me to refrain from going too fast with Meghan. If I even heard her say the word 'please' one more time, I think I would gave into my lust and desire for her.

"We've known each other for years!" She announced exasperated.

"And that's how I know that we're not ready for that step; sex. I know you and I know not to cross that line. Yet."

Meghan's face turned a dark crimson as she straightened out her skirt. Her knuckles once more turned white as she gripped her hands in fists at her side, clearly embarrassed. She turned to leave me in the labyrinth of books, but instead I latched onto her arm and pulled her back firmly a kiss.

I pecked a small kiss on her cupid's bow. "Don't think I don't want you. I do. But I'm not going to go any further in the library. At least in a cupboard no one can see us."

Somehow, my comforting words didn't translate the way I had intended. I could tell I'd messed up when I saw the sadness growing in Megs eyes. "Your... Your embarrassed because people are seeing us? You with me?"

For fuck's sake.

I groaned, throwing my head back in annoyance at myself as I slapped a hand over my face. "Megs, baby, I don't want people to see you. No other fucker at this school gets to see you come undone the way I do. Gets to hear the noises you make when I'm touching you."

I held her arms and rubbed my thumbs over her soft knitted jumper. The cold air of late September was drowned out by the sheer heat of her touch as she melted into an embrace.

"Can we keep going again? I was really close." A pink tinge highlighted the tips of her ears as our conversation clearly became too embarrassing to have out in public.

This girl could ask me for anything and I would probably go blindly along with her suggestion. "How about you come over to mine later tonight? All the rugby lads have training and I'll just kick Kit and Harris out."

Meghan pulled me out of the library, entwining her arm through mine, "I think I'd like that."

I leaned over to kiss her head softly, "Good."

Nick Owens

"And now she doesn't think I like her like that anymore."

"Mierda. Eso no es bueno."

I sighed at Cory. He really did like this girl. Whether he realised it or not, he had been gooey-eyed at Meghan for years. Whenever I was in a class with them he always made sure to sit a few chairs behind her to quietly observe her. It maybe came across as a little bit stalker-like but in concept it was... endearing.

"Mate, you know I can't understand you when the Spanish starts slipping out." Cory eyed me closely, scrutinising my features. "What's up with you? Can't be good if you're struggling to keep conversation in one language."

I slumped back onto Cory's bed. We were the only ones inside Cory and Kit's dorm room, the rest of them were elsewhere either around the school or in town. Even with this knowledge, I was hesitant to confide in Cory.

"Emmy thinks I messed up with Scarlet."

Cory let a small laugh escape his mouth, "Guess we're in the doghouse together."