Binding 13

I shivered violently. "You do?"

"So fucking much," he groaned against my lips, and then his hands were on my thighs, his fingers hiking my fitted skirt up to pool at my hips before pulling me down on his lap, encouraging me to straddle him.

Conscious of his injury, I hitched one thigh on either side of him and hovered over his lap, keeping my weight off him, as I cupped his beautiful face between my small hands and kissed him back with everything I had in me.

Joh

I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted to touch his face.

I wanted to touch him everywhere.

"Am I doing it right?" I breathed against his lips, feeling achingly aware of my inexperience.

"More than right," he assured me, claiming my mouth once again.

"This is my first kiss," I moaned against his lips.

"You're fucking perfect," he assured me, filling my mouth with his hot tongue.

Falling back into a deep, drugging kiss, I allowed myself to relax and absorb the sensations jolting through me.

He felt so good.

His lips were so soft.

His body was so hard.

His smelled so nice.

He tasted so sweet.

I was drowning in feelings.

Unable to stop myself, I snaked a hand through his wet hair and tugged.

He rewarded my bravery with a low growl as he clamped his hands on my hips and dragged me down on his lap at the same time he thrust his hips upwards.

Gasping into his mouth, I went willingly, too consumed in the intoxicatingly delicious feel of his body pressed against mine to contemplate that this could be hurting him.

He was clearly enjoying this.

I could feel his enjoyment as he strained against me.

Nestling between my legs, Joh

Instead, he continued to kiss me with hot, swiping flicks of his tongue, ruining me with his mouth alone.

He was making me hot and achy all over.

Losing the run of myself, and chasing pressure, I mewled into his mouth and sank down hard on his lap.

Joh

"Am I hurting you?" I asked against his lips.

"Only if you stop." He knotted his hand in the back of my hair and deepened the kiss.

I think I'm in love with you.

I think I'm falling.

Please don’t hurt me.

Please don’t ever hurt me.

My mind was racing with crazed, lust-induced thoughts all directed at Joh

I couldn’t seem to stop myself from falling over the edge of emotional suicide.

I was starving for him.

Ravenous.

I needed this boy.

I was desperate for him.

I ached and I yearned and I admitted that now, with an open mind and a vulnerable heart.

The more I rocked against him, the more he encouraged me to move, pulling on my hips, grinding our bodies together.

I was so caught up in our kiss that I didn’t hear the changing room door open and close, and I was only vaguely aware of someone clearing their throat.

It was only when Coach Mulcahy said, "I see you're feeling better," that reality came crashing down on me with a tremendous bang.

"Fuck," Joh

Startled, I broke the kiss and tried to scramble off Joh

Tried being the appropriate word because Joh

When he reached down and adjusted my skirt, pushing it back down, I almost died on the mortal spot.

"Inappropriate behavior on school grounds, Kavanagh," Coach Mulcahy snapped, casting glaring looks at both of us. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

My gaze landed on the two amused looking paramedics standing behind Coach, and I whimpered loudly.

"We're not on school grounds, Sir," Joh

"You're on school time," Coach barked.

"Actually, we're not," Joh

I was incredibly grateful for his touch in this moment.

It was grounding and steadying and stopped me from anxious puking.

Something I was known for doing.

"It's half nine at night," Joh

"It's inappropriate behavior," Coach bellowed, turning a furious glare on us. "Don’t give me technicalities. You're both under eighteen." Clearly furious, he added, "I'll have to report this to Mr. Twomey and your parents."

"Oh, god," I strangled out, panicked. "Please don’t tell."

"A kiss?" Joh

"You are a minor student who was alone with a fellow minor student in a dressing room," the teacher replied hotly. "In an extremely compromising position." Coach turned to me then. "Is that the kind of reputation you want starting off at Tommen, Miss Lynch?" he demanded. "Do you want to be one of those girls?"

Tears pricked my eyes and I quickly shook my head.

"Hey – don’t talk to her like that," Joh

"Come on, Joh

"I don’t give a fuck how it looks," Joh

"Look at yourself!" Coach demanded, pointing to Joh

Joh

I looked and let out a strangled gasp at the sight.

Blood was oozing from where the Royce player had ripped him open with his boot studs.

"Joh

Oh god, his hand was shaking.

I turned to look at him.

Joh

His face was contorted in pain.

He was rattling from head to toe.

"You’re injured, kid," Coach snapped. "Do you hear me? Your body is falling apart and you're in here doing the fucking eejit with a girl!"

"Alright, everyone just calm down," the male paramedic ordered as he marched over to Joh

"I already told the doctor," Joh

"Humor me," the paramedic replied.

"Torn adductor." Exhaling a ragged breath, Joh

"Because he hasn’t given his body a chance to heal," Coach interjected. "His teammate and friend told me that this has been an ongoing issue he's been hiding from us."

"Like you give a shite," Joh

"Of course, I give a shit, you little bollox," Coach snapped. "I give a lot of shits about you, though why is beyond me!"

"We had a report that you were knocked unconscious for several minutes during a rugby match," the other paramedic asked, taking down notes.

"From pain," Joh

"Yet," Coach bit out. "There's time for that, yet."