CHAPTER SIX
Iwas studying for midterms when I fell asleep in the library. I don’t know how long I was out. I was on the second floor, where a random chair was hidden between two shelves of German texts. No one ever came looking for German books, so it was a peaceful place to hide out.
I dozed off with my legs over the side of the chair, and my feet resting on one of the shelves.
I was cozy in Arthur’s hoodie. The one he lent me when he drove me home that first night.
I’d never given it back, but I was starting to think I should since it was starting to smell less like him and more like me.
I was having a nice dream, and then I was woken up by someone stroking my hair and whispering into my ear. “Hey,” the voice said smoothly. “What are you doing here?”
I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a pair of blue human eyes looking down at me. “Arthur?”
Professor Wells cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets.
I sat up, remembering where I was. “Oh, um… Professor Wells. Hi.”
“What are you doing here, Xena? It’s late.” He said in a hushed tone as I sat up in the chair and yawned. I was stiff from the weird position I was sleeping in.
“I was studying for stupid exams, and sleeping.” I rubbed my eyes and tied my long hair into a bun on top of my head.
“Why are you doing that here, though, and not in your dorm?”
“January and her boyfriend were fucking, and I was locked out.”
“You should have texted me. You can sleep at my house tonight.”
I yawned again. “Didn’t I?” I looked at my phone and pulled up our texts. Then I turned the device around and showed him the screen. There was a text from me that said, “Kicked out of room, going to library.”
“It didn’t send. There’s always a bad signal in here.” He shrugged.
“Oh,” I tossed my phone down on my backpack. “I thought you were ignoring me.”
“Why would I do that?” Professor Wells pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I love you.”
My ears glowed, casting a faint green light on the surrounding books. “You love me?”
“Yes,” he said simply, and kissed me.
When he pulled away, I was breathless and said, “I love you too.”
He smiled down at me, then frowned and held me at arm’s length. “Are you wearing my hoodie?”
I shrugged his hands away and crossed my arms over my chest. “Yeah, so? I was cold, and I still had it.”
“You can’t wear that around campus. People have seen me wearing it to the gym.”
I shrugged again. “So? It’s just a Verne University hoodie. Lots of people wear them.”
“Yeah, but this one says class of 2016.” He reached for the hem of the hoodie and started pulling it up. “Take it off.”
I giggled and jerked away. “No, make me.”
“I will make you,” he laughed. “Then I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes and fuck you against the German books.”
I gasped. “You are not! Someone will catch us.”
“No one comes up here, especially not in the middle of the night.”
“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked quietly.
“I was at a faculty meeting. It was the only time we all had free.” He reached for the hem of the hoodie again and pulled it up, exposing my crop top and bare belly.
I pulled it back down. “Are you serious? There are probably other professors lurking around here.”
“Yeah, and the dean. He might still be in the conference room, chatting with Professor Bellum.” He laughed and yanked the hoodie up over my head quickly.
“You’re completely insane!”
He pulled my shirt off next and tossed it down on the chair. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he smiled when he saw my naked tits bouncing freely. I covered them with my hands and glared at him. “I’m not fucking you in front of the books,” I whispered.
“Not in front of the books, against the books.”
He pulled my sweatpants down and spun me around swiftly, pressing me into the bookshelf. I held onto the edge of one of the shelves and looked back at him. He yanked my panties down and slapped my ass. The sound echoed through the library, and my ears glowed brighter as I tried to hide my face.
“Don’t do that!” I snapped, still trying to be quiet.
“Don’t do what?” He slapped my ass again, harder.
Despite myself, my pussy began to purr, and I pushed my ass against his hardening dick. He kissed down my spine, and I let out a soft moan.
“Shhh…” He hushed me and covered my mouth with one hand. “You’ve been a bad girl, wearing my hoodie in public. Now I have to punish you.”
He wrapped his free arm around my chest and pinched my nipple hard. I moaned into his hand. He backed up against the other bookshelf, pulling my ass along with him so I was fully bent over. I held onto a lower shelf and spread my legs as far as I could with my sweatpants still around my ankles.
I was already dripping and glowing. I heard the sound of his belt coming undone and his zipper.
Then, without any warning, he slammed his thick cock into me in one fluid motion.
I screamed, and he pressed his hand harder into my mouth to keep me as quiet as possible.
He pounded in and out aggressively and held both my tits with one hand.
I tried to be quiet, like I always had to be whenever we fucked in his office, but it was so hard.
His hand trailed down from my breasts to my clit, and I already felt the fluid trickling out of my pussy as my orgasm swelled up inside me.
I came violently, trying to hold back as much as I could because I didn’t want to squirt on the books.
Once the waves passed over me, he pulled out and released me. I reached down to pull up my pants.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered in my ear as he turned me back around and helped me step out of my pants.
He unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, then sat down in the chair. “Have a seat,” he said.
I giggled and straddled his lap. Then slowly impaled myself on his thick cock. I bit my lower lip to keep from groaning as he filled me. I bounced up and down, and he grabbed my tits roughly. I leaned forward, and he bit my shoulder, and I ground against him harder.
His hands slid down my waist and around to grab my ass.
He spread my cheeks apart; they were slick with warm syrup from the first time I came.
He pressed a finger against my asshole, testing to see how I’d react.
It felt so good. A little moan escaped me, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted more. I wanted it all.
I kissed him, and he pushed his finger deeper into my hole. “Fuck…” I whimpered against his neck.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
He pulled me off of him and pushed me down to my knees. I leaned forward with my upper body on the chair, and my arms crossed so I could rest my head down. He positioned himself behind me again, but this time he pushed his cock into my ass.
I whimpered and bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as I stretched around him.
He entered me slowly, but the copious amount of fluid from my arousal and my orgasm was more than enough lubrication.
It was a completely different sensation, and it felt like my brain had completely scrambled.
I didn’t even know what was happening anymore.
Or if I was screaming in pleasure or being quiet.
Professor Wells rubbed my clit, and I came all over again, in a more intense way than I ever had before. I collapsed face down in the chair, with my ass still hovering somewhere in the universe.
A moment later, I felt his hot cum spray all over my lower back. He leaned over me and kissed my cheek. “OK, now I’m done with you,” he laughed.
I said something back, but my brain wasn’t able to communicate with my mouth, and whatever came out was incoherent nonsense. I pointed to my bag, hoping that he’d figure out that there were wipes in there.
He understood and got to work cleaning us up as best he could. He helped me get dressed, and we settled in the chair for a short time, cuddling and kissing and just looking into each other’s eyes. I was pretty sure the entire library would smell like sex for at least a week.
We heard voices and footsteps coming in our direction. Professor Wells practically tossed me off his lap and pretended to look through the books. I scrambled back into the chair and opened the book I’d been studying from, not realizing that it was upside down.
The blonde smoker girl from the bar walked by with a friend, then backed up and looked at us between the shelves. She tipped her head to one side. “Professor Wells?”
“Miss Jones,” he said with a nod.
The girl glanced at me and grinned. “I didn’t know you read German,” she said, her eyes flicking to the books.
He cleared his throat. “Move along, Miss Jones.”
The blonde girl giggled and winked at me before sprinting to catch up with her friend.
Professor Wells smiled at me and held his hand out. “Come along, Xena. You’ll need a good night’s sleep if you’re going to pass your exams tomorrow.”