Page 60 of No One Else
I stand up and grab his hand, making a split second decision. “Come on.”
He follows without question, keeping close behind me as I lead him through the deserted stacks to the area Beth mentioned.
He doesn’t need any instruction from me, his big body pressing me against the shelf as soon as I turn around, his hands in my hair, lips on my neck, already primed and ready to go.
“What you wrote... God, Natalie. I want to do that for you.”
“Which part?” I ask, pressing close against him.
“Everything,” he chuckles, his warm breath sending goosebumps down in a wave across my skin. “But there’s only so much we can do here.”
I set him away from me for a second. “Do you really want to do something here?” I look around us, as if the dusty historical tomes will give me guidance.
“Isn’t that why you brought us here?”
“I- I don’t know,” I tell him honestly, suddenly unsure about the whole thing. If we were caught... actually, I have no idea what the consequences would be. But it would be embarrassing, to say the least.
But it also might be worth it, I decide as his lips trail over my neck, setting my belly to fluttering status again.
“How about we see where it goes?” he whispers. “And if you want to stop, just tell me.”
“Okay.” I bite back a moan as his hand moves down my side and over the front of my pants, rubbing exactly where I need him to, getting me ready to go.
“You said I’d slide my hand into your panties and curl my fingers into you.” His actions mirror his words, eliciting a gasp from me. It’s the first time we’ve gone this far, and it has me cursing myself that we haven’t done it sooner. His fingers are long and sure, stroking in and out of me with care, with reverence. But also with drive. He wants this as much as I do.
His mouth reaches for mine, his tongue moving in time with his fingers as he maneuvers my body so he’s completely blocking me from view of anyone that may happen to come upon us. I’m trying to keep an ear out for someone approaching, but it’s getting increasingly harder as he continues to plunge in and out, my heart beating faster and faster until I’m afraid it’ll pump right out of my chest.
I clutch at his shirt, unable to do much else than simply feel. Feel the way he truly does fill me up, hitting that spot within me that makes my toes curl.
“I wish you had a button-up shirt I could undo to suck on those tits.”
My knees falter, hearing the words I wrote come out of his mouth, so much more erotic out loud than they were in my head. I glance down at my crew-neck tee, the neckline too high to pull down and too loose at the bottom to pull up and have it stay in place. I can’t exactly just whip it off either. It’s one thing to have his hand in my yoga pants, but actually undressing in the library would be crossing the line for me.
“Next time we’re alone,” I murmur in his ear, whimpering as his thumb brushes over my clit.
“I thought of you Tuesday night,” he whispers, his breath choppy. “At home, I jacked off in the shower imagining what we could have done after that rainstorm if I hadn’t had to go to work.”
A moan escapes me and I clamp my mouth shut, hoping I didn’t attract anyone’s notice. But really, how can he say that to me? Now all I can picture is his naked body, fist curled around his hard cock, shouting my name as he comes.
Oh God, I’ve never been this frantic before. This out of control. “I did too,” I blurt out, closing my eyes. “I went back to my dorm and knew Morgan wouldn’t be out of class for another hour, and I did the same thing.”
“You touched yourself while thinking of me?” His voice is strained, his fingers losing their rhythm for just a moment before he picks it up again.
“I’ve done it many times,” I admit, the filter I normally keep on my words suddenly gone. I never meant to tell him that. It’s private. Slightly embarrassing.
But then again, maybe it’s not such a bad thing to reveal, based on the unholy light that enters his eyes. He doubles down on his previous efforts, all his focus now on my clit, steadily working it until I want to scream.
His chest rubs against mine, my sensitive nipples crying out for more contact as he leans slightly away to tell me, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I wanna watch you come, Natalie. I need to see it, hear it, so I can play it back in my mind every night.”
He kisses me, swallowing my moan as I break apart under his masterful touch, this first orgasm from him everything I’d built up in my head and then some. How can he have such control over my body already? Know which buttons to push to have me skyrocketing?
How could I have ever thought of him as just a friend? The man was made to touch me.
My knees sag as he continues to kiss me, a dreamy fog over my brain as his tongue tangles lazily with mine. His arm wraps around my waist to support me, bringing me closer against him, his erection nudging against my stomach.
The movement wakes me up, makes me realize we’re still here in the library. Where anyone could walk upon us. At any time.
Despite all that, I bring my hands in between us, stroking him gently over his jeans, unable to resist touching him. His breath hitches as I slowly undo the top button and pull the zipper down, watching him all the while.
