Jane's Team: A High School Reverse Harem Romance

by Janie Marie

  He nodded, cracking the window to let some of the heat out. “Did David give you shit for riding home with me?”

  For all her ability to just keep things to herself, she blurted out the last thing she should to him, “We kissed. I think we were going to have sex.”

  Ryder slammed on the brakes and threw his arm out, bracing her so she didn’t hit her face on the dashboard. Someone honked behind him, but he ignored them. “Are you okay?” He touched her shoulder then pushed her hair back. “I wasn’t expecting—”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” She placed his hand back on the steering wheel. “Drive, Ryder.”

  He looked ahead as he put the car in gear and sped off. “Last night?”

  She wiped under her eyes to keep from tearing up. “Yeah. I don’t know why I’m telling you. I guess I just don’t have anyone. I tried to lock it away, but I’m losing my mind.”

  Ryder looked completely unhinged. “You asked for it? For him to—”

  “Yeah.” She held a hand over her face before turning toward the window. “He even told me he’s been fucking Diane. Of all the girls, he picked one who has made my life hell. Then he said it was to get over me—no, to ‘do the right thing’.”

  Ryder didn’t say anything.

  “I’m sorry.” God, why had she said that?

  “You’re saying sorry to me for asking him to kiss you? To fuck you?” He didn’t sound angry, just confused. “You sure as fuck don’t have to be sorry because he used a girl to get over you.”

  “I’m just sorry, okay?” She squeezed her eyes shut. Why was she still talking to him? She couldn’t help it. Somehow, he’d become the person she wanted to tell things to.

  Ryder pulled into a less popular cafe. One that older people mainly ate at to avoid school kids. The place was pretty dead.

  “But you wanted to,” he said softly. “Even when he said that. Why didn’t you? Why are you telling me that you’re sorry?”

  A fat tear spilled down her cheek as her nose burned. Her throat closed up, but she managed to whisper, “Because of you.”

  Before she could blink, Ryder unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap.

  Jane gasped, throwing her hands out to steady herself by placing them on his shoulders. He gripped her waist with one hand, the other held her cheek.

  “What are you doing?”

  Ryder tossed his sunglasses off, pulling her closer. He held her gaze intensely. “Me?”

  She touched his face, sighing as tingles danced across her skin. “I was gonna let him. I was angry and hurt, but then I thought of you.”

  There was no joking, no playfulness. This was Ryder Godson, the strong, sexy boy she’d watched from her window for years. “I want you,” he said without any hesitation. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  Jane searched his emerald eyes and asked, “Why haven’t you said anything?”

  “You’ve only ever seen me as the bad guy.” He pulled her closer but didn’t force anything. He’d let her go if she wanted to get away from him.

  She ran her fingers through his dark hair. “That’s what you meant yesterday. You’ve been trying to get my attention, but he was there, and I made you out to be an asshole. And you’re not.”

  Now, he smirked. “I’m still a jerk, babe, but I was trying my fucking hardest to impress you. It just didn’t matter when all you saw was him. Plus, it felt wrong to do anything when I beat him—when I saw all that hate in your eyes that day at tryouts.” His arm flexed around her, and he dropped his gaze to her lips. “I knew about him with Diane, but I didn’t know he was doing it to get over you. I wasn’t trying to rat him out. I just wanted you to see he wasn’t waiting on you like you’ve been waiting on him.”

  Her eyes watered. “I’m an idiot.”

  “A little bit.” He smiled, staring at her lips. “I’m going to kiss you, Jane.” Those eyes met hers again. “I won’t fight him for you—this is your choice. But Mr. Perfect doesn’t get to claim you when it’s me you’re thinking about.”

  She felt so stupid for blurting everything out and overwhelmed as she realized she had some major locked up feelings for Ryder. Feelings that were consuming her in every way now she’d confronted them. It sent her anxiety into overdrive, and she feared he’d laugh at her any second now. “Maybe it was just something dumb you said that popped in my head.”

  He shook his head, pulling her closer. “Your pretty eyes and these lips begging for my kiss say it all. You thought of me, and you’re telling me because you want me to do something about it.”

  Get him, girl.

  Jane couldn’t fight it anymore; she wholeheartedly agreed with her inner voice. “So, do something already.”

  The smile he gave her was pure beauty. The tender brush of his lips against hers was pure torture laced with bliss.

  “Don’t you dare think about him. These are my lips,” he murmured before pulling her the rest of the way to him, and he was magic.

  Gosh, he was taking her somewhere already. Someplace where it was just him. “You,” she breathed.

  “Us,” he said. Those tingles were everywhere, rushing across her skin as she gasped against his mouth, and his tongue found hers. He drank her in but somehow also gave her more of him. It felt like she had only come alive at this very moment.

  Jane whimpered, gripping his hair as he suckled her lip and hugged her to him. He growled when she rocked her hips, but it felt too good to not do it again, and again, and again.

  Oh, what was happening? She felt warm all over. Her tummy tightened, and between her legs . . .

  He squeezed her ass hard but held her cheek like she was made of glass. “Imagine I’m inside you, Jane.” His hands lowered to adjust her, and she felt the bulge in his pants grow. “You know exactly what I look like,” he whispered, rocking her hips against him, increasing their pace. “I think about you all the time. Every night, every morning. Every time I jack off, it’s you that gets me there, imagining filling you up—your pussy clenching around me. Now imagine me. Put me inside you.”

  “Ah,” she cried, rocking against him harder, like she was mad at him but couldn’t get enough of him. The heat. She was making the heat, and he was why. Oh, she wanted him inside her. “Ryder. I think I’m gonna . . .”

  He kissed her hard, raising his hips as he pulled her down, then she took over, chasing her climax. She panted, moving harder, faster, imagining his dick was waiting for her to slide down—

  “Yes,” she moaned, feeling a flood of release. She fell against him, her whole body tightening with each wave of ecstasy. Every breath between them meant felt amplified as she still felt her core pulsating against his erection. Christ, he no doubt felt the wetness of her panties.

  Instead of humiliating her, he slid a hand between them and unbuttoned her shorts. “Just a taste,” he said with the sexiest smile she’d ever seen as his fingers dipped inside her panties.

  “Oh, fuck,” she hissed, clinging to him as he pushed a thick finger between her folds. She was tender, but she couldn’t hold back. She wanted him to take the new ache away. It was all for him.

  “You want more?” He nuzzled against her cheek. “I want to be inside you so fucking bad, babe.”

  “I want you inside me,” she whispered, kissing him as she moved herself against his hand. “Please give me more. I’ve never—”

  He pushed that finger inside her, and her body tensed. It was painful but not so bad that she would stop him.

  Ryder inserted a second finger. “It’s okay.” Then he curled them toward his palm as he pressed it against her the best he could.

  “Oh.” She moaned loudly.

  He chuckled, kissing her cheek. “It’s hard at this angle.”

  She nodded, looking down to see his hand cupping her. “Do you want to stop?”

  “Fuck no.” He hoisted her up a bit, allowing his fingers to slide in and out easier. “I just wish you were wearing that pretty blue dress you have.”

  “Why?” She p
anted, gripping him tighter when she started riding his hand. “I still want more. I want all of you.”

  “Fuck.” He reached down, reclining his seat. “Let me get you off again, or I’m going to take you seriously—”

  “I’m serious.” She pushed his hands down, so sure about this.

  “What?” He stayed still as she got on her knees, pushing her shorts and panties down as far as they could go. “Fuck.” He helped her, occasionally checking her face. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She whimpered because she needed him to stop the ache. “If I don’t have you in me, I’m going to die, Ryder.”

  He gripped her face, kissing her. “Babe, this is your first orgasm. Think about this before we go further. You were hurt earlier. I don’t want—”

  “I know what this is. It’s not him.” She stared into his green eyes, knowing he was something special. She’d overlooked him for all the wrong reasons.

  “Jane, this can’t be about him.” He squeezed her ass, groaning. “Promise me, angel. This is us.”

  “It’s us.”

  He was still unsure. “Is he expecting anything from you?”

  She grimaced, but he deserved to know the truth. “He’s giving me time. I asked for time. I want this to be with you. I can’t promise you anything beyond this yet, but it’s what I want. You’re who I want right now. Is that okay with you?”

  “I’m your first?” He glanced down, rubbing his fingers down her slit.

  “Yes, and I want it to be you.” She couldn’t let it be David anymore, but that wasn’t fully it. It was Ryder she wanted to give herself to. She didn’t care that he no doubt had more experience than David; she wanted him to be the one. “I want it so bad. I want you to do exactly what you said, I want you inside me.” She felt crazy, but she needed him like she needed air. “If you don’t want to, I get it. But please get me off again.”

  He nodded, sliding his fingers up and down before making circles around her clit. “Are you on the pill? Because I don’t have a condom.”

  “The shot.” She kissed him, whimpering as he increased the speed of his touch.

  “I’m gonna come in you, okay?” He kissed her sweetly. “I’m not going to be able to pull out or last long.”

  “Okay.” She reached down, palming him through his jeans. She’d read that plenty of times, and he groaned, so it must be the right thing to do.

  Ryder made quick work of getting his pants unzipped, freeing his throbbing cock. Oh, yeah, it was bigger than it was from her window. “Raise up on your knees.”

  Jane obeyed, trembling and clinging to him in the cramped space as he rubbed the head of his dick along her slit. He was hot, the tip glistening. “Shit,” she hissed.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He groaned as he met her entrance. “Lower yourself when you’re ready. It’s gonna hurt, but it’ll feel good once you move.”

  It wasn't like his fingers. He was smooth, thick, hard as hell—and she swore he grew by the second.

  Jane cried out when the head disappeared inside her. It was like her body was trying to push him out but hold him inside at the same time. Shit, he was too big, but she wanted more. So, she did what she’d done earlier and let her instincts take over. She raised up and down tentatively, letting him get a little deeper with each movement.

  “Fuck,” he said, pulling her mouth to his as she fully sheathed him. “Ah, damn, babe. Are you okay?”

  “It hurts.” As tears blurred her sight, she closed her eyes tightly and dug her nails into the seat, raising herself up to relieve the pain. It hurt more, so she went back down.

  Oh.

  Jane peeked at him, biting her lip as she took him in. He was doing the same, but she could tell he was conflicted between fucking her and telling her to stop. No way was she stopping, not when he was looking at her like he was the lucky one.

  So, she eased up and down. It still hurt. He shifted them so she was seated fully on him. “Oh, yes.” That’s all she could say. “Oh, yes. That’s it.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He was sweating. He was holding back.

  “You better fuck me, Ryder Godson.”

  He grinned, thrusting upward as he pushed her shirt up along with her bra. “You have to help me. Ride my dick and put your tits in my face.” Then his mouth was around her nipple, sucking and biting her as he thrusted, pulling her down until she moaned and found her rhythm. It was like they were one mind and two bodies molded together.

  The noises coming from both of them when he looked into her eyes again were unlike anything she’d ever heard, like they were hurting each other but loving it.

  He held the back of her neck, not breaking the fight they were having to reach the end.

  There was something in his eyes, something he was telling her. But Jane could only whimper, moaning when he held her tighter and pushed deep with a groan. It was perfect and wrong, but she didn’t care right now. She didn’t care that the car was fogging up while rocking back and forth, that her ass was occasionally honking the horn, or that anyone walking by would know exactly what was going on.

  All she cared about was Ryder’s hands on her neck, his other on her lower back, sometimes sliding to grip her ass and help her move. All she cared about was that her ache was being relieved, and she was so close to feeling that magic he’d done earlier.

  He hit a spot that had her crying out and almost falling on him.

  “Yes,” she moaned, nodding as he hit it again and again. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it. Yes, yes, yes. I’m gonna come. Ryder, I’m gonna come. Please.”

  He growled, thrusting faster. “Fuck, come, Jane.” Warmth shot inside her, and it was the best damn thing she’d ever felt, and when he yanked her down hard, groaning as more spilled in her, she came undone. Sparkles literally danced before her eyes as she tightened around him with each ripple of pleasure.

  “Breathe,” he commanded, almost pained, as his thrusts slowed.

  She obeyed, sucking in the sweet air and hugging him as the pulsing inside her faded. He had her grinning like a fool when he pushed her hair back and kissed her like she was the best thing he’d ever have.

  He was sweaty and beautiful as he tugged her shirt in place. “And here I thought I’d be lucky if I could get you to share a shake with me.”

  Jane laughed, surprised that it made his dick surge inside her.

  “Fuck, babe, you better get off before I open the door so I can fuck you right.” He squeezed her ass with both hands. “My windows are tinted dark, but this is the first time I’ve wished for a van or a mom car.”

  She laughed, imagining him driving a station wagon.

  Giving her a light smack on her ass, he motioned for her to move. “Go slow.”

  It surprisingly hurt to try to get him out of her. He was softer but still big and now her whole vagina throbbed. She gasped at the sight of red on his dick. “Is that blood?”

  His lips touched her forehead. “You’ll be all right. We can use the bathroom here before we head back.”

  She was suddenly embarrassed to be half-naked around him, and she tried to cover herself as she awkwardly climbed onto the passenger seat. There was cum leaking out of her, a few pink streaks running down her legs.

  “Don’t feel weird,” he murmured, lightly caressing her cheek before he pulled his jeans up and zipped them. He reached for her clothes. “Put your panties in your backpack so you can put them on in the restroom. That way my jizz isn’t all over them. Wait.” He reached in the back seat and pulled over a T-shirt. “Use this to wipe between your legs.”

  “Thanks.” Her sweaty ass was probably red as she struggled to clean herself. He just watched her, and she was so glad they were in his car because for a moment, she imagined him leaving after it was all done.

  Ryder ran his fingers through her hair. “I loved it.”

  Jane peeked up at him as she tried to neatly fold his shirt so all the come was on the inside. “Me too.”

  “I
want to say so many things to you,” he said, “but I don’t want to scare you away.”

  “Why would you scare me away?” She finished with her shorts and began re-tying her shoelaces.

  He gave her a sweet smile. “Because this is about to hit you, babe. I don’t think I was ever the guy you pictured having your first time with. A quickie in my car, no less.”

  That was entirely true—minus the quickie part. It felt like she’d ran a marathon.

  Jane finished tying her shoes when it all began sinking in. She’d fantasized about Ryder—she couldn’t deny it anymore. But it was always David who had her for everything real. How had she gone from nearly giving David her virginity, to turning him down and making him wait, then fucking his rival, at lunchtime? The next day!

  Ryder’s fingers slid down her cheek, leaving those tingles on her skin. “What I feel for you is deep. If you’re figuring your feelings out, factor me in, okay?”

  “It wasn’t just sex for you?” She wanted it to mean more to him, but she’d expected to be just another conquest for him.

  “Nothing with you is just sex.” He seemed to debate saying more, then finally said, “I left a hickey on your neck.” He touched the left side, then the right. “It stung me to see the one he’d left you.”

  Jane pulled down the visor, inspecting the two bruises on her neck. How had she missed David’s? What was she supposed to do now?

  “Hey,” Ryder said, getting her attention. He turned her to face him. “I know you didn’t plan this with me, but I’m still saying I want you. It’s okay to think about him. I just hope that this really was about us.”

  “It was. Is.” She stared at him in wonder. He sounded so utterly vulnerable and unlike the guy she’d imagined he was. “I think I’m hurt about him, but I promise it was all you.”

  His smile was divine. “Good.”

  “I don’t think he expected me to be with you like this, especially when I’m making up my mind.” She covered David’s mark, feeling like a total— “I’m a hoe.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re not. Well, maybe a little.”