18. Chapter 18
Carter
“ I thought I’d find you here.” She was pretty easy to find—it was a small campus, and she was a girl with a routine. I knew if she hadn’t been at the library, it wouldn’t have taken long to find her in the courtyard or in her room.
“One might even think you’re following me.” Beth winked, and I had the uncontrollable urge to touch her. I stepped toward her, backing her against the library shelves until a quiet gasp left her lips when her back hit the wood.
She licked her lips, and I felt it on mine. “I might be.” Her jaw dropped when I put my hand on the shelf just above her head, framing her between me and the rows of books. “Can you blame me?”
“No, I suppose I can’t.” Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her for a kiss that I’d been craving. It was hungry, almost desperate, and when my hand traced down her sides to rest on her hips, a quiet whimper left her lips.
“When you whimper like that, you make me want to do things we shouldn’t,” I said, pulling at the skirt that hung loosely around her legs. She didn’t stop me from bunching the fabric, exposing more of her thigh until my fingers traced her panty line. Then her breath hitched, and her eyes widened.
I smirked when Beth grabbed my wrist but didn’t pull my hand away, and I continued to dance my fingers along the fabric, watching her composure flicker in her eyes.
“Hold on,” she whispered as if I had forgotten we were in public and she had her back to a bunch of books older than both of us.
“What if someone sees us?” Beth dropped her head back against the shelf when my finger slipped beneath the fabric. She whimpered again, louder.
“Nobody is going to see us.” I kissed her again, savoring the short gasp of pleasure that slipped from her when my finger brushed over her clit.
Her eyes widened when I made small circles, spreading her already growing arousal.
My cock swelled, and I couldn’t talk it down if I wanted to when she moaned again.
I pulled away to do a quick scan of the aisles around us, making sure nobody was paying any attention before I slid two fingers into her. Her pussy clenched and rippled around me, but a quiet, sharp hiss made me pause. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she whined, pushing her hips forward against my hand. Suddenly it was obvious she didn’t care anymore about the fact that we were in public. I curled my finger in a come-hither motion against the soft spot that had made her fall apart so easily before, but she hissed.
“Are you sore?” I massaged her more gently, sure that her body was aching from the past couple of nights. She chewed on her lip, looking like she was debating what she would tell me. I knew she was when I put my finger back inside her and her eyes closed.
She nodded. “Just a little bit,” she clarified when she knew it would make me stop. I pulled my hand out, drawing slow circles around her clit until her eyes fluttered open and she moaned.
“Aww, sweet cherry. Let me take care of you and make you feel better then.” I kissed her neck when her clit got harder under my finger. “I promise to be gentle.”
Beth relaxed against the shelf even though the muscles in her legs tightened. Then the door to the library opened, and she stiffened. Her eyes got wide when her breath caught in her throat. “Shit,” she whispered. “Someone is here.”
“Then I suppose you better be quiet so they don’t hear you come, hmm?” She shook her head when I rolled her clit between my fingers. When she moaned, she clamped her lips shut, biting down on them to stifle the next. Her body started to vibrate as we heard steps getting closer to us.
Panic mixed with arousal flooded her face, and I knew she wouldn’t take much longer.
I proved myself right when I circled her clit again, flicking my finger faster as her heartbeat increased.
She snapped, and her body buckled. If it weren’t for the way she clung to me and pressed against the shelf, she may have fallen to the floor.
“Excuse me?” a voice turning the corner said just as I dropped her skirt back down her thigh. Beth reached over her shoulder, gasping for her next breath while she grabbed a random book. She thrust it at me.
“Here’s that book you were looking for,” she said when it hit my chest. I grabbed it, sure that I could see her pulse racing in her neck when she turned to face the interruption. “Give me just one second.”
The girl at the end of the aisle lifted a brow, and I wasn’t sure if we were as subtle as I thought, but I didn’t care.
If Beth hadn’t already addressed her, I would’ve taken my time making her squeak like that again.
“I should get going,” I said, kissing her forehead.
She looked as disappointed as I felt when I stepped away from her. “I’ll call you later.”
She giggled, and the sound went straight for my core. I thought again about lifting her against the shelf and making her scream. “You better.”