Page 97 of Return Policy
“No, but it was hot as shit.” He squeezes my ass cheeks in both hands, and I yelp in pleasure. “Shhh,” he hums into my ear, bringing his fingers between my legs. A gasp escapes my lips when he rubs against my clit. I’m so turned on, a damn sneeze could cause me to explode. He nudges me forward with his hips, bending me over the table in the center of the study room. “Mmmm.That’s it, baby.”
He trails his fingertips along my spine while nudging me with his hard cock. The pulsating between my thighs is out of control as my panted breathing surrounds us in the quiet room.
“Get on the table,” he instructs.
“What?”
“Get on thefuckingtable.” I climb up on all fours and glance at the small window, only seeing racks of books. The possibility of getting caught causes my clit to throb.Guess he was right.Elijah grabs my hips, gliding his tongue against my ass cheek before nipping it with his teeth.
“Elijah.” I giggle.
“Turn over.” I spin around, holding myself up with my elbows on the cool surface. He grabs my legs, tugging my ass to the edge of the table. I’m regretting keeping the lights off, wishing I could see how lust filled his eyes are right now.I fucking love watching him lose control.
Elijah’s head drops between my legs, stubble scratching against my thighs, and I savor the delicious friction. He glides his tongue between my soaking lips before landing on my clit, flicking against the sensitive bud, eliciting a whimper from me. He reaches up, covering my mouth with his hand, but doesn’t stop. “Elijah,” I moan again, and this time he shoves the side of his hand into my mouth.
“Bite down if you feel the need to scream,” he instructs. “Just befuckingquiet. If you cry out my name like that one more time, I’m going to come before I’m even inside of you.”
I giggle, relishing the effect I have on him. “Who’s the needy one now?”
He chuckles while kissing my pelvic bone, then stands up, placing his mouth on mine. I taste myself on his lips, surprised by how much it turns me on. He swipes his tip between me, pressing against my entrance. “Please,” I beg.
That’s all the encouragement he needs before sliding fully inside, causing a low whimper to escape my mouth. He thrusts in rhythm, and I moan as quietly as possible. Apparently it’s still too loud because Elijah grabs the base of my neck, placing my mouth against his shoulder.
My lips part, and I lick along his collarbone, nudging the collar of his shirt to the side. He fucks me harder, and my teeth clamp down on his shoulder. A breathless chuckle releases from Elijah’s lips as the release builds inside of me with every thrust. He dips his free hand between us, finding my clit easily, even in the darkness. I sink my teeth into his flesh. I’ve never been someone who was loud during sex, but Elijah makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs in the middle of the goddamn library.
“That’s it. Let your pretty self fall apart.” He rubs his thumb over my clit, panting praises, with his hot breath in my ear. My entire body shudders, free falling towards the beautiful oblivion before shattering into a thousand pieces of euphoric bliss. He jerks inside of me, thrusting a few more times before going still. Our heavy breathing fills every inch of the small space as I try to come down from one of the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. “Did you see stars, baby?”
I laugh breathlessly, sweat trickling down my spine. “I just rocket blasted through the entire fucking galaxy.”
He lets out a low laugh that rumbles around, enveloping me, before pressing a gentle kiss against my lips. Our tongues tangle, and I lose myself, melting into him. He pulls away, running his fingers through my hair. “You continue to surprise me every damn day, baby.”
“I aim to please.” My fingertips trail down his torso. “Hope you enjoyed it.”
“Shit, yeah, I did. Now let’s get dressed before someone finds us with our pants around our ankles.”
I almost forgot we were in the library study room, I was so wrapped up in him. “God, you make me forget where I even am sometimes.”
He chuckles. “Tell me about it.”
We settle back at our study table with stupid grins plastered across our faces. Elijah’s hair screams “I’ve just been fucked,” and it’s so damn sexy. He looks down at his textbook, his cheerful demeanor immediately faltering as he flips through the pages.Seriously? I screwed him in a study room, and it helped for five measly minutes.
“Elijah?” I say gently, taking his hand in mine. “You’re already stressed again. What’s going on?” He glances at me, his shoulders deflating. “Let’s just talk about it, and then I can make you forget again after.” I wink, and his eyes drop to our hands.
“It’s just school.”
“You’re stressed about school?” I ask, feeling relieved.
“Yeah.” He frowns. “Just my classes and stuff, you know?”
“Yeah…” I understand, but his words feel forced. Is that really all it is?Maybe I’m just paranoid.“Now I feel kinda bad for dragging you in the study room when youactuallyneed to study.” My eyes drop to the table before he lifts my chin with a finger.
“Babe, don’t you dare be sorry for the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.” I smirk as he pulls me towards him for a kiss.
“I said Ikindafeel bad.” I nuzzle his nose. “Not bad enough I wouldn’t do it again.”
“Good.”
“Guess we just have to study more and fuck less.” I shrug.
