Chapter 25 #2
He smirks again, around my cock this time, and makes a show of jacking himself while he blows me. It’s a filthy, erotic sight, and soon enough, all my senses are quickly overstimulated in the best way.
A way bringing me closer and closer to release.
Using my free hand, I grip his wrist and drag his arm upward.
His eyes flash to mine, a silent question in their blue depths as he continues to work me over with his mouth.
Rather than give him an answer, I smirk and lick his index and middle fingers before dragging them past my lips.
He groans around my length as my tongue swirls around the digits, getting them nice and wet for what I have planned.
Once I’m done and release him, I don’t even have to tell him what I want to do. He’s already reaching his arm behind him, sinking his fingers inside. I can tell the moment they breach past the rim, another sinful moan vibrating around my length, muffled it deep down his throat.
“That’s it, Quinn. Work yourself open for me,” I demand, my voice a gruff whisper as I piston my hips forward.
I’m caught between wanting to let my head fall back, truly letting the pleasure take over my senses, and keeping watch, all the while memorizing every single detail of this encounter for later. Sear it into my brain so I’ll never possibly forget it.
Pleasure wins out in the end.
How can’t it when everything he does makes me feel this good?
It doesn’t matter that he’s making me as rash and reckless as he’s known for being. But fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. And if we’re gonna be reckless? If we’re going to fuck around in public, we’re actually going to fuck.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted inside him before this was over.
Pulling from his mouth, I yank him to his feet and spin him around to face the stacks. There’s only so much time before someone’s bound to walk through here, and I want him full of my cum well before that happens.
Spitting in my palm, I mix my saliva with his on my cock before lining up with his hole, pleased to find him already pressing back for more.
“Hold on to the shelf,” I command softly, to which he quickly obeys. “And do your best to keep quiet.”
Once I know he can steady himself, I press my hips forward just enough to crown him. I had planned to ease him into it, especially without any lube, but he pushes back on my second shallow thrust, and I slide all the way home.
“Oh, my. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, both hands digging into the wood hard enough to splinter it.
“Shh,” I murmur into his ear, pulling back an inch before sinking back in. “If you can’t be quiet, I’m gonna have to stop. Something neither of us want.”
I know it’s asking a lot of him, the mouthy, vocal fucker he is.
But there’s a fine line between a little reckless fun and getting arrested for public indecency.
The latter is sure to happen if he can’t shut up.
Though, I can’t say I blame him. The pressure around my cock is exquisite, the clenching making it nearly impossible from letting a chain of expletives spill from my own lips.
He remains silent when I give a tentative pump of my hips, so I go for another, each time sliding in until I’m seated all the way inside again. Tension lines his shoulders as he tries to keep quiet while I start moving quicker, my tempo increasing dramatically.
I reach around him, circling his cock with my fist, only to find it leaking with precum and begging for attention. Something like a whimper, or maybe a choked gasp, escapes him the moment I stroke him to the rhythm of my thrusts, and I catch him biting his fist to keep from shouting out.
“Good, Quinn,” I murmur hotly against the back of his neck. “Now, just relax. I got you.”
He loosens for me then, not just his shoulders, but his entire body.
Becoming pliable for me, allowing me to drive us both up the mountain until we reach our peak, ready to jump off into a freefall together.
But it’s not enough for him to let me take over, and soon he’s slamming his hips back into mine with unrelenting force.
Impaling himself on my length impossibly deep and thrusting into my hand when I pull free.
Seeking, needing, aching for more of what I’m giving him.
The bookcase he’s clutching rattles from his frenzied movements, and I think he’s going to topple the thing over before this is all said and done.
Ripping his mouth from his fist, he pants out a soft moan. “Fuck, baby. More. I need more. Please.”
I’m giving him everything I fucking have as I pound into him at a frantic pace. With each powerful snap of my hips, he keeps pressing back against me, creating a muffled slap when I bottom out inside him. The little mewling sounds from the back of his throat becoming louder and more frequent.
So needy. So responsive to everything I do.
But also so, so recklessly noisy.
“Oh, fuc—”
My free hand leaves where it was planted on his hips, clasping over his mouth to keep him quiet again.
“Every sound you make while I fuck you is so damn hot, but not if they get us caught,” I growl, giving his cock a warning squeeze in my fist. “Bite me if you need to, but you have to shut up.”
His mouth moves beneath my palm, teeth sinking into the fleshy muscle beneath my thumb as I push forward at a relentless pace. Even with his teeth digging into my skin, damn near hard enough to break the skin, I still catch all the muffled moans behind my hand.
The potent scent of sweat and sex fill the air around us, sending my lust into overdrive.
Need turns into desperation as I piston into him, taking from him as much as I’m giving.
More and more precum pools on his tip, and I spread down his shaft as I jack him from root to tip.
The desire to taste it runs rampant through me, but so does the need to fill him.
Mark and claim him as mine with my cum.
My tongue darts out, licking a bullet of sweat dripping down his neck instead. The taste of salt and Quinn bursts on my tongue, and I nip at his throat for more, causing him to groan some more. The sound vibrates off my palm loud enough, I swear someone has to be hearing us.
But at this point, I don’t even care about getting caught. Hell, nothing else matters right now except for me and Quinn and this and us.
His breathing comes in harsh gasps from beneath my palm, quickly turning into a muted cry of pleasure. And I know I must be hitting just the right spot inside him. The spot that makes him see stars for me, and me alone.
And it’s enough to make my balls ache and throb for release.
“That’s it, Quinn. Get there,” I rasp, my voice coming out low and ragged. “Come for me.”
Almost on command, he bears down on me, his climax sending me spiraling into my own. Cum spurts from me as I bury myself deep inside him and hold there. His ass might as well be a vise, milking my orgasm with every constricting clench and squeeze it makes around my length.
“Fuck,” I mutter, his cum spreading through my fingers and dripping to the floor at his feet. “Fuck, that’s it.”
His teeth release their hold on my hand, and when I pull it back to look at it, I find a couple spots where he damn near broke skin.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, forehead falling against the shelves in front of him. “It was that or shout out for the entire building to hear.”
“Don’t you fucking dare apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Better than the shower?”
The comparison causes me to pause, because the shower was sure as hell one of the hottest experiences of my life too. Edging at its finest.
But this wins. By a fucking landslide.
“Better than the shower,” I confirm.
And I’m now realizing Quinn might’ve found some sort of hidden thrill-seeker hiding inside me. The possibility of being caught gets me off. Him too, apparently.
But even with a new kink unlocked, it’s not true exhibitionism, and I definitely don’t want to be caught. The orgasm I was chasing made it so I didn’t care, but now with the high wearing off, it doesn’t sound pleasant in any capacity. No matter how worth it the release was.
So even though I’m ready to collapse into a sweaty, cum soaked mess with him and not move for hours, I pull free from his body and start righting myself. He does too, clearly agreeing we’ve been risky enough for one day. No need to add any extra minutes to get caught.
Once we’re both decent, cocks put away and sweatpants pulled up our hips, I crowd him back against the shelves and kiss him.
Soft and slow, like it’s the only thing in the world I want to be doing.
And right now, it is.
When I pull away, once again gasping for air, there’s a dopey, euphoric smile on his face. “We’re so doing that again.”
I chuckle and rest my forehead against his. “Maybe we should make sure we’ve escaped unnoticed this time before we plan another round?”
“You’re probably right.” He lets out a soft sigh, adding, “And why limit ourselves to just the library? We’ve already christened the locker room. There’s plenty of other academic buildings for us to fornicate in.”
I lean away to look at his face. “Did you seriously just say fornicate?”
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. “What can I say? Maybe you fucked me so hard into these shelves, some of the knowledge on them got inside me too.”
“Wow,” I murmur, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”
He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again, but I shove my hand in his face and push him away.
“I literally think I hate you sometimes.”
Rather than allowing me to deny him, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in and takes what he wants. He kisses me hard, the kind that curls my toes, before whispering against my lips.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”