34. Jane
34
JANE
B efore I had a chance to catch my breath, Jackson pushed me up against the bookcase and our lips collided.
Jackson kissed me like his life depended on it. The kiss was urgent and frenzied. As his lips roamed hungrily over mine, I felt so desired. It was as if I was the only woman that could satisfy him and that thought made my body pulse with need.
‘Oh God,’ I moaned as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. ‘I want you.’ I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his back.
Jackson trailed his mouth along my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over every inch of my skin.
‘Is this your favourite blouse?’ Jackson asked, his mouth still on my neck.
‘No,’ I panted. ‘Why?’
‘Because it’s got those difficult buttons again and I might have to destroy it.’
‘Do it,’ I said .
Jackson found a small opening, then ripped it open with his hands.
So hot.
After reaching behind my back, he skilfully unclipped my bra, then pulled it off with his mouth.
My bra tumbled to the floor and as the cool air hit my chest, my nipples instantly hardened.
‘Look at you, standing here against the bookcase with your beautiful tits out,’ he growled. ‘What would you like me to do to them?’
‘Suck them,’ I said. ‘Please.’
‘Always so polite.’ He smiled.
Jackson dipped his head and took my nipple in his mouth, sending shockwaves through me.
Whilst he sucked at my sensitive bud, his hands roamed down to the hem of my skirt. He pushed it up around my waist, then tugged at the top of my tights and knickers.
‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ he said, lifting his head, then moving his attention to suck on my other hard nipple.
‘So are you,’ I said through a ragged breath before taking off my glasses, which had steamed up, resting them on a shelf, then moving my hands to his belt.
I could feel his long, thick cock straining against his jeans and was desperate to set it free.
It took a few attempts to unbuckle his belt because with Jackson’s delicious tongue licking and sucking my nipples, it was hard to keep my fingers steady. But eventually I succeeded.
I dragged his jeans down his thighs. It’d been over a week since I’d last seen or felt his dick and I was desperate to know if it was as amazing as I remembered.
Dropping my gaze between his legs, I quickly pulled down his boxer shorts. As his cock sprang free, I gasped.
Yep. As I wrapped my hand around him, then began moving it back and forth, I could confirm that it felt just as long, thick and velvety smooth as it’d been in every fantasy I’d had since he’d taken my virginity.
‘Fuck, Jane,’ he grunted. ‘If you keep touching me, I won’t last. And this is supposed to be about your fantasy, not mine.’
Jackson dropped to his knees and slid my knickers and tights further down my legs.
‘Take these off and spread your legs,’ he commanded.
Lifting one leg and then the other, I let Jackson slide them past my ankles and on the floor.
I couldn’t believe I was standing here up against the bookcase, basically naked. The only thing I had left on was my skirt, which was still wrapped around my waist.
‘Want to take this off too?’ I pointed to the skirt.
‘Nah.’ Jackson looked up at me. ‘Adds to the excitement.’
‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Like you’re so desperate for me you don’t have time to take it off because you need to fuck me quickly before we get caught.’
‘Is that what happens in your fantasy?’
I nodded.
‘Hmmm.’ Jackson smiled. ‘I like it. And in your fantasy, do I also do this?’
I was about to ask what he meant when he dipped his head between my legs, spread my lips, then licked me from my entrance to my clit, oh-so-slowly .
I cried out and my head pushed back, hitting the books on the shelves behind me.
‘Yes,’ I moaned. ‘More.’
Jackson continued lapping at my clit as I gripped the back of his head, pushing him deeper.
‘I’m already close,’ I said, ‘but I want you inside me. Please.’
Jackson lifted his head, smiled, then stood up.
‘Is my love librarian ready to get fucked against the bookcases?’
‘Yes,’ I panted, my heart thundering in my chest.
Jackson reached into his jeans, which were still around his knees, pulling out his wallet and then a condom.
‘I bought some the other day. Just in case… want to put it on?’
‘Okay,’ I said.
After carefully tearing the corner, I slid it out of the pack, but then I frowned, not sure which way to roll it on. When I figured it out, I wrapped my fingers around him with one hand, then slid the condom down with the other.
That wasn’t so hard .
‘Sure you’re ready?’ Jackson said, sliding his fingers between my legs.
‘Definitely.’
‘Wrap your leg around my back again,’ he commanded.
After lining himself up between my thighs, Jackson slid his cock between my legs without entering me. The sensation of him slipping and sliding over my clit drove me insane with desire.
‘I need you,’ I pleaded. ‘Put it in. Please . ’
Just when I thought I was about to pass out with desperation, Jackson slammed into me.
‘Fuck!’ I cried out.
It took me by surprise so much that my knees buckled and my elbow knocked against the books.
‘You okay?’ he asked.
‘Yes!’ I gripped his waist as I tried to adjust to the feeling of his huge dick inside me. ‘Don’t stop.’
Jackson did as I asked and continued thrusting.
I wasn’t gonna lie. At first it was painful. Not as much as the first time, but there was still a sharp, stinging sensation. But then when I looked down and saw his cock sliding in and out, desire rocketed through me.
Here I was getting fucked against a bookcase and living out yet another fantasy.
I moved my hips against his and it wasn’t long until we found the perfect rhythm.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jackson slid his fingers between my legs and started stroking my clit.
‘Jesus!’ I screamed. ‘Oh my God!’
And then he dipped his head, took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard, all whilst he pounded into me.
Whoever said men couldn’t multitask clearly hadn’t experienced Jackson’s ability to use his cock, mouth and hands simultaneously to give me pleasure.
We were now fucking so hard that even though the bookcase was secured to the ground, I was sure it started to shake.
As my elbows and arse crashed against the books, several tumbled onto the floor around us, but I didn’t care.
Even if I ruined a hundred novels, right now, I’d happily pay for every single one to be replaced, even if it meant I had to stay at my parents’ for longer. I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of me experiencing what I knew was going to be the best orgasm of my life.
Admittedly, my experience of receiving orgasms was limited, but I was convinced that even if I’d had hundreds before, this would still come top.
Jackson was now circling my clit as he slammed into me, harder. Faster. Over and over again. As I gripped his bum cheeks, pushing him deeper, I knew I was powerless to stop the fire burning inside me.
He crashed his mouth onto mine and as our lips moved frantically over each other’s and I tasted myself on him, I hurtled closer to the edge.
This man wasn’t just fucking my brains out—earlier, he’d also feasted on my pussy, again, like I was his favourite meal.
I wasn’t plain Jane the boring virgin anymore.
I wasn’t Jane the librarian who worked in a romance library but had never had her own romance.
Tonight I was Wanton Jane.
The sexually liberated woman who got her pussy eaten out on a library sofa. The wild woman who let her sexy co-worker fuck her against a bookcase.
Right now, I felt like the sexiest woman alive.
‘Jackson!’ I moaned as I felt my orgasm building. ‘I-I can’t hold on. I’m gonna…’
‘That’s it, baby.’ He pounded into me, filling me up deeper than I even thought was possible. ‘Come for me.’
My breathing went ragged and then broke into full-blown erratic panting .
‘Jackson!’ I squeezed my eyes shut. ‘Oh… oh, Jackson!’
My orgasm erupted like a volcano.
My body shook as tingles ripped through me. And my head flew back so violently that it sent dozens more books crashing to the floor.
Jackson continued pumping into me.
‘Jane,’ he groaned. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkk!’ A feral sound shot from his mouth as he exploded inside me.
After a few more thrusts, his body stilled and he dropped his head on my shoulder.
Our chests heaved against each other’s. I was desperate to lower my leg. It hadn’t had this much of a workout since… I didn’t know when, but I didn’t have the energy to move a single muscle.
I had no idea how much time passed with us resting against the bookcases, trying to catch our breaths, but eventually Jackson lifted his head.
‘That was…’
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was staring at me like I was the woman who invented orgasms.
‘Yeah,’ I said, sure that my eyes were big love hearts right now. ‘Absolutely incredible.’
‘Just absolutely incredible?’ He raised his eyebrow. ‘I was gonna say phenomenal . That’s better than incredible, right?’
‘Debatable,’ I said. ‘Okay, how about absolutely phenomenally incredibly out of this world? Would that cover it?’
‘That’s more accurate!’ Jackson laughed and the sound made my heart flutter. ‘I should take the condom off. ’
‘Okay,’ I said, lowering my leg. As he pulled out, I instantly missed the connection. It was like when Jackson was inside me, I felt whole, but now I felt hollow. ‘I should get cleaned up. And then, we’ll have a lot of cleaning up to do…’ I signalled to the floor, which was littered with my underwear, a ripped blouse, buttons, dozens of books and my glasses, which miraculously were still intact.
Jackson pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket, handed two to me, wrapped the condom in another, then wiped himself before pulling up his boxers and jeans.
‘Later. First let’s rest. Come on.’ He took my hand and led me to the sofa. He released my palm, picked up a blanket, spread it over the sofa, laid down, then patted the space beside him. ‘Lie with me.’
‘I should get my clothes,’ I said. ‘I’ll get cold.’
‘I’ll keep you warm.’
I got on the sofa and sank into him, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped one arm around me, then used the other to lift the blanket to cover us both.
This was bliss. I could stay here forever. The sound of his heartbeat, the warmth from his body, his delicious woody scent, the softness of his skin… everything was perfect.
This was what dreams were made of.
The first time we’d had sex was fantastic.
The second time was—how had I described it? Absolutely phenomenally incredibly out of this world.
And even though yet again I knew I shouldn’t wish for more, I couldn’t wait to find out what the third time would be like…