#47
Zabini frowned, her gaze fixed on William. But he, unable to hold it in any longer, finally burst out laughing.
And in that instant, Zabini realised she had been played.
The genuine terror she’d felt, the desperate, heart-pounding courage it had taken to launch herself at Eli, vanished in a searing flash of humiliation.
“Oh, Zab,” Eli sighed, shaking her head as if dealing with a particularly slow child.
“This… I…”
William raised his hands in surrender, his grin softening as he leaned a fraction closer to Zabini.
“Sorry, sorry—that was on me.”
His voice dipped low, warm and playful, carrying that unusual confidence that set him apart from the men in this world—the ones who typically waited to be chased.
“I didn’t expect Mrs Eli here to be such a great actress. She sold it so well I almost believed her, too.”
Eli lounged back against the van’s cluttered workbench, her smirk sharp and unapologetic. Tools and wires were scattered around her feet, the faint scent of solder and sweat hanging in the tight space.
“Please. I improvise better than half the drama club girls who flirt with me during repairs. You two were easy marks.”
Zabini’s voice cracked, a mix of disbelief and raw offence slicing through the air.
“Y–you were acting?”
She uncrossed her arms only to slam them back down harder, her cheeks puffing out like a kid denied candy.
“You fooled me… both of you fooled me?”
Her foot tapped the van floor—hard, rhythmic, like she was debating whether to bolt or explode. The confined space amplified everything: the creak of the suspension outside, the hum of distant traffic, and the heat radiating from her flushed skin. She’d jumped in earlier, all bold and eager, thinking Eli was committing a crime, raping a young boy. But it was all a setup, and now she felt exposed and furious.
William’s laughter faded into a gentle chuckle, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. He shifted on the worn bench seat, and the van’s interior felt even smaller.
“Hey, hey. Come on, don’t give me that look.”
His tone turned soothing, like velvet wrapping around her irritation.
Zabini whipped her head away, staring at the jumble of cables on the dashboard.
“You seriously tricked me,” she muttered, her voice tight and whiny, laced with that perverted edge she couldn’t quite suppress.
In her mind, flashes of what she’d imagined—Eli pinning William down, fucking him hard as he cried—made her thighs clench involuntarily. She was no stranger to peeking at steamy scenes in hidden mags or fantasising during late-night shifts, but acting on it? Terrifying. And now, humiliated.
“I thought—ugh—I thought something was actually happening. I jumped in like an idiot! And you two just sit there laughing?”
William reached out slowly, his fingers brushing her arm in a light tap—a move so forward it jolted her like a live wire. The contact sent a spark up her skin, startling her enough to snap her gaze back to him.
“I wasn’t laughing at you,” he said softly, his hand lingering just a second too long before pulling back. “Just how convincing you were. You reacted because you cared. That’s… honestly… kind of cute.”
Zabini froze, her ears burning hot. Her cheeks deepened to crimson, and she felt that familiar, twisted thrill bubble up—the kind that made her sneak glances at guys in the shop and wonder what their cocks looked like hard.
But me…? Cute?
A boy called her cute?
She squirmed, crossing her legs tighter, annoyed at how her body betrayed her anger with a rush of heat between her thighs.
Eli snorted from her spot, kicking a stray screwdriver across the floor with a sharp clang.
“Oh, she’s done. Stick a fork in her. Look at that face—red as a faulty resistor.”
“Shut up!” Zabini hissed, shoving Eli’s shoulder with more force than necessary. Her hand trembled as she tried to bury her flustered expression behind a scowl, but it cracked at the edges. Eli just laughed, rubbing her arm dramatically before sliding out of the way, giving them space in the van’s cramped quarters.
William leaned back slightly, respecting the invisible boundary but keeping his voice a low, steady thrum that seemed to vibrate through the metal floor.
“I’m sorry for messing with you. Really. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just thought it’d be playful, and I really thought you’d notice it immediately… but well, it worked too well, I guess.”
His eyes traced her face, noting the way her lips twitched, fighting a smile. He could see the storm in her—annoyance warring with a raw, inexperienced hunger peeking through like a teenager caught with a dirty comic.
Zabini’s lips pressed into a thin line, but the twitch betrayed her. She uncrossed her arms, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her work shirt, which clung to her curves from the day’s sweat.
“Playful? You call making me look like a total idiot playful? I—I was gonna… ugh, never mind.”
Her voice dropped to a mumble as mortifying images flooded her: her lunging at Eli to ‘save’ William, only for it to be a joke.
William tilted his head, his smile turning genuine, disarming.
“Zabini, come on. You’re not a perv. You’re… amazing, girl, you’re…”
Amazing? Beautiful? What kind of compliment would work best for a woman in this world?
I guess it would be cool? Heroic?
“…you’re cool. I mean, when you tried to save me, you’re very heroic. I almost fell in love with you… And although I feel bad for fooling you, I’m also happy that you did. It makes me feel like I can trust you.” He paused, gauging her reaction, then added softly, “And I like that about you. You were always real to me. Whenever we talk, you never try to make me uncomfortable, even though you were both eyeing me like fresh bait whenever I passed by.”
Her eyes widened, that teenage flush creeping down her neck.
“Eyeing you? We were just… w, working…”
But her voice wavered, and she shifted, her foot stopping its nervous tap.
Eli, sensing the shift, busied herself with a coil of wire in the corner, smirking but staying silent—giving her friend the room.
“Working, huh?”
William echoed lightly, inching closer on the bench.
The van’s air thickened, charged like the atmosphere before a storm.
“Well, it doesn’t matter, really. I’m flattered by your attention.”
His hand hovered near hers, not touching yet, but close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin.
Zabini swallowed hard, her mind racing ahead—imagining his fingers on her skin, sliding higher.
She was a virgin, sure, but her fantasies were wild, fueled by stolen peeks and late-night touches under the covers. Annoyance still simmered, but his words chipped away at it, revealing the molten desire beneath.
“N, no… do you think this is so easy? I feel so stupid right now.”
Her voice came out smaller, vulnerable, but laced with a sharp edge of teen lust.
William nodded, his expression turning serious now.
“Fair enough. Let me make it up to you.”
He reached out again, this time his fingers closing around her hand, his thumb stroking the back in slow, deliberate circles.
The touch was electric, sending jolts straight to her core that made her breath hitch.
“M-make it up? How?” she tried to sound tough, but it emerged breathy, her eyes flicking to his lips.
That perverted teenager inside her squealed—touch me more, idiot!
“Like this,” he murmured, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.
The air crackled between them. His free hand brushed a stray hair from her cheek, his fingertips lingering against her skin as he tucked it behind her ear.
The contact was feather-light but burned like a brand. He held her gaze, his eyes dark and intent, before his gaze dropped to her lips.
“By showing you I’m not playing games anymore.”
He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You’re cute when you’re mad, but I’d rather see you smile. Or… something else.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs, heat flooding her cheeks. A pointed cough from the corner broke the spell.
“I’ll… go check the perimeter or something,” Eli announced, a knowing glint in her eye.
“You two sort this out.”
Then she looked at her younger friend with a look – you owe me~ making Zabini blush even more.
Eli let out a laugh before slipping out of the van, leaving them alone in the dim, tool-strewn space.
Zabini’s eyes darted to the closed door, then back to William.
Her inexperience made her hesitate, even as her body screamed a resounding yes.
“You’re… serious? After fooling me?” she whispered, but she didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers curled slightly around his.
“Dead serious,” William replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He closed the remaining gap, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative—a test, a truce.
Zabini stiffened for a split second, her lips unused to the real thing, but then she melted against him. She kissed back clumsily, hungrily, her free hand fisting his shirt to pull him closer as that pent-up teenage energy took over.
The kiss deepened. William’s tongue slipped past her lips to tease hers, and she moaned softly—a muffled, needy sound as her body arched toward him. His hand slid from her cheek to her neck, then down to her shoulder, squeezing gently.
“See?” he breathed against her mouth. “No tricks. Just you and me.”
Zabini broke the kiss, panting, her eyes wide and glassy.
“That… that felt good. But I’m still mad.”
The protest was half-hearted, her annoyance already dissolving into a flustered whine.
She squirmed in his lap, feeling a damp heat building between her legs, a deep ache her fantasies had never quite captured.
William chuckled, a low, intimate sound. His hand trailed down her arm to settle on her waist.
“Then let me fix that, too.”
He shifted, pulling her fully onto his lap.
Her legs straddled him on the narrow bench, and the van rocked slightly with the movement.
Zabini gasped as she felt the hard line of his cock press against her through their clothes—solid, real, and nothing like her imagined touches.
“H-hey…” she stammered, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
A surge of that teenage perversion took over, and she ground down instinctively, rubbing her clothed pussy against his bulge.
“William,” he murmured against her neck. “Or just Will, if you like.”
“O-okay… Will.” She swallowed hard. “I’ve never… I mean, I want to, but… what if I’m bad at it?”
He gripped her hips, guiding her movements into a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“You won’t be. Just feel it.”
His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking lightly.
The wet mark he left made her shiver. Zabini’s head fell back with a whimper as his teeth grazed her skin. Her shirt rode up, exposing her midriff, and William’s hands slipped beneath the fabric, his fingers dancing over the bare skin of her stomach.
“Feels… weird,” she muttered, her voice cracking. “Good weird.”
She rocked harder, chasing the friction, her anger completely forgotten in a haze of lust. Will’s cock throbbed beneath her, straining against his joggers, and she reached down with a curious hand, palming him through the fabric.
“Like that?” he asked, his voice rough as he nipped at her earlobe.
“Yeah… It’s so hard. Bigger than I thought.”
The words tumbled out, perverted and unfiltered.
Her inexperience made her bold in bursts. She squeezed, feeling him twitch, and a powerful thrill shot through her—naughty and new.
William groaned, his hands pushing her shirt higher to expose her bra. It was simple, practical, but it cupped her breasts perfectly.
He unhooked it with one hand, deftly, and pushed the fabric aside. Her nipples hardened in the cool van air, pink and begging.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to take one into his mouth.
Zabini yelped, then moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Oh fuck—suck it harder.”
The command came out whiny, teenage-demanding, as she arched into him. His tongue swirled around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to sting, while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching the nipple between fingers.
She ground down faster, her pussy soaking through her work pants, the seam rubbing her clit.
