Chapter 15 #2
Blake’s hands traveled down my spine and dipped under my shirt while he continued to attack my lips with his own. I was done holding back with him, so I disengaged long enough to rip my tank top over my head and toss it behind me on the very table we both usually did homework on during Study Hall.
"Damn," Blake whispered reverently as he took in my perky B-cups in my black lace bra, just barely illuminated by the moonlight. He palmed them lightly, then he bent over me to press hot kisses and bites to my cleavage.
As much as it was turning me on to be doing this in our school library, I didn't want to linger too long on the off chance there were night janitors or some other "forgetful" student that could come wandering in.
And the absolute furnace that was burning between my thighs needed his attention, immediately.
"Baby," I whispered as he ran his tongue across my nipple over the top of the lace. "Someday soon I want your tongue all over every inch of my body, but since we're in the library and all, I just want you to fuck me. Right now."
He groaned then, loudly. "Anything you fucking want, Wild Girl," he said on a breath. "I have been dreaming about being inside this tight body since I first laid eyes on you at your bar."
He had my shorts unzipped with impressive speed and was yanking them down my legs.
He pulled me to standing, and I gazed up at him.
He was still fully clothed, while I was clad only in my black bra and matching black lace panties.
He leaned in to give me a forceful kiss, then he whispered, "Turn around. Hands on the table."
I shivered. His voice washed over me like a warm bath; it stroked me like I was a sleepy kitten, and I was purring. In a flash I was bent over the table I had just been sitting on, ass in the air and ready for him.
He palmed my ass, then he leaned over and started kissing down my spine as he pulled my panties down to my ankles.
I stepped out of them, and over my shoulder I spied him sticking them in his pocket.
He winked at me, then he reached out and ran his fingers through my very wet folds. I moaned like a damn harlot.
“Holy shit, you’re so wet for me, Wild Girl," he rumbled.
He slowly inserted a finger inside me, then another followed quickly after he found me indeed wet and ready for him. He pumped them in and out for a few hot, hot seconds, then I wiggled my ass at him, which I was hoping was the universal sign for "stop fucking around and put your dick in me."
I heard the sound of his zipper and the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper, then I felt his sizable hard dick as he dragged it up and down through my folds. I wiggled again and moaned some more.
"You want this, baby?" he asked, taunting me.
"Fucking give it to me, Blake," I snapped at him.
"Mmm, goddam you're a dirty girl," he said gruffly, then he thrust inside of me in one smooth motion. We both moaned as he filled me, and it was pain and pleasure and exactly what I needed.
He began slowly thrusting in long, deep strokes, priming us both as I got wetter and wetter with every thrust. Then he picked up the pace, thrusting fast and hard against my ass while I braced myself on the table, meeting his every thrust with my hips.
I was speeding fast down the road to the most intense orgasm I had ever had as Blake, perhaps a mind reader along with being a fireball wielder, lifted me up and braced me with one arm while his other hand dove between my legs and strummed my clit at exactly the moment I needed him to.
He rubbed me with fast, intense strokes, and soon I was toppling over the edge.
"Oh holy fuck, oh shit I'm coming, Blake.
.. I'm coming!" I panted as he rubbed me and thrust forcefully into me, then I screamed as an intense wave of hot pleasure coursed from my core and out into my entire body.
I felt my pussy clamp down on Blake's dick as he continued to thrust into me with wild abandon.
"That's fucking right, baby, come all over my dick, goddam I can feel it," he growled, dropping his hands to both of my hips and holding on for dear life as he proceeded to absolutely wreck me.
I soared through my orgasm, maybe lost consciousness for a second or two, then returned to Earth just in time for him to groan into the back of my neck as he found his release.
I sagged down onto the table, boneless, while Blake pressed some lazy kisses to my shoulder and held me tight.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of me, ripped off the condom, and zipped himself back up.
I rolled over, grabbed my shorts off of the floor, and sat up on the edge of the table once more to pull them on.
Commando, since Blake stole my panties.
He disappeared quickly to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then reappeared to help me pull my shirt back on. I'd managed to keep my boots on the whole time.
Blake pulled me to my feet again and cradled my face between his palms, then gave me a long, deep kiss.
"No more running from me, or this, or us, okay?" he asked me, looking into my face with hope.
"No more running," I agreed. I meant it. I knew that he didn't know exactly why I'd dropped my inhibitions, but I'm glad he felt it was right anyway.
"I don't care about your shit with Knox or whatever drama others around you are trying to create. I'm here and it won't scare me away."
"You're amazing," I told him. "I'm not sure you realize truly how much you just being here means to me, but I'll try to show you. And... fuck, did you just rock my world."
He gave me a sexy smile. "Pretty sure it was me who got my world rocked, Wild Girl.
Didn't know I'd have such a present waiting for me after my quick little stop at the library.
" He kissed me again, then whispered in my ear with his low, growly sex voice, "And next time I have you, I am going to put my tongue on every inch of your body. I can't wait."
If I could’ve melted any more, I would have.
We walked out into the parking lot, hand in hand like a real couple, and he kissed me goodbye at my car and told me he couldn't wait to see me tomorrow.
I drove home with a giant smile on my face.
The weird shit about Blake wielding fire, and glowing a little bit, and probably knowing about shifters, was a puzzle for another day.
I could only hope he'd confide in me as we grew closer because I very desperately wanted to do the same with him.
After a shower, some comfy pajamas, and a goodnight text to Blake, I snuck into Ben's room and crawled into his bed. I poked him in his side until he woke up, then he kicked me, and then he rolled over and stared at me wide-eyed as I told him everything about the night.