Humor dances in his green eyes. “Where do I sign up?” He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back so he can kiss me. “But I have a rule, Miss Dawson. You have to come first.”
Apprehension skitters through me. “Nick, we don’t have time. What if I can’t… you know? Let me just take care of you.”
His thumb slowly sweeps across my cheek. “Let me try.”
“Okay, but—” My acquiescence is apparently all he needs before he slips his hand into my panties. “Oh.” I suck in a breath as he slides a thick finger inside me. “Wow, okay. We’re doing this.”
He chuckles in my ear. “Let me make you feel good.” We turn, and he leans me against the door while he works one finger, then two, in and out of me. All the while, his hand grazes my clit. “You’re so wet. You feel so good. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I shiver in his arms. “I can’t w-wait either.” Panting, I bring his mouth to mine and we kiss like we’re about to rip off each other’s clothes. But we can’t. We’re in the middle of campus. This is insane, and so dang hot.
Just when I think I can’t get more turned on, he palms my boob and pinches my nipple. “Oh!” I gasp.
“Shh. No screaming in the library.”
I lift my leg around his hip, and his hand goes deeper. “I’m gonna… Nick… Don’t stop…”
“Come for me, baby. Come on my hand. Let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around my fingers.”
His dirty words do the trick. The orgasm rocks through me so hard, I almost fall to the floor, but Nick braces me as I quake and groan. Once I’m done, he removes his hand and licks his fingers.
“You’re a dirty, dirty man,” I say. “I kinda love it.”
He grins. “Glad you enjoyed that, baby.” I’m sweaty and laughing when he sets me to rights. “So I’ll see you tonight?”
“You can’t leave yet.” I motion to the very obvious erection straining his jeans.
Pulling out his phone, he glances at the screen. “I need to leave soon.”
I throw his cell on the table and push him against the door. “Let’s see if we can break the record for how fast you can come in my mouth.”
Who is this girl who demands to give her guy a blow job? I don’t recognize myself, but given the heated look Nick gives me, he’s into it.
I drop to my knees and unbutton his jeans. I laugh at the huge bulge.
“Buttercup, you shouldn’t laugh at a man’s junk.”
“I’m amused that you were going to try to walk across campus with this weapon in your pants.”
I take him out of his boxer briefs and almost swoon at his huge dick. It’s tall and thick with a swollen crown. Glancing up at him, I smile as I lick his tip.
Groaning, he grips my hair and tilts my head back. “Stick out your tongue.” I do as he asks and he taps himself on me. “Fuck, you look good like this.”
“You have like five minutes before you have to go. Shut up and let me blow you.” I grab his base as I lick him like a lollipop. Then I take him in my mouth and suck his swollen crown before I go deeper.
I keep him deep until my eyes water, and then I come up for air.
I repeat the motion, and Nick makes a strangled noise as I pull him to the back of my throat. “Abby, I’m…”
He tries to back away, but I grab him and send him deeper. That’s all it takes.
Erupting down my throat, he tilts his head back against the door with a groan.
A sudden knock makes us freeze, but he’s still pulsing in my mouth. I swallow him down as fast as I can.
“Is someone in there?” a lady says on the other side of the door. “A group has the room reserved this afternoon.”
“We’re coming,” Nick chokes out, and I chuckle around him.
