Page 30 of A Spark of Something (A Librarian’s Guide to Witchery #1)

H ands behind his back while he walked backwards in the library parking lot towards the door, Ollie giggled as Noble made a choking noise that sounded like he was covering up a laugh. Lampposts lit up the lot, as it was just past 10pm.

“I really can’t imagine you ever hitting anyone.”

“Well, I did! I went right up to him, punched him in the mouth and…broke my hand.”

Noble winced. “Ahh.”

“I felt really bad after I did it, because I, well, had never hit anyone in my life, and then I felt instantly worse in the seconds that followed as my hand was throbbing.”

“The man was bullying you in your own library, even if it was run by your godfather at that time. Why would you feel bad? Besides the fact that you broke your hand.” The man grimaced. “Do I need to teach you how to throw a punch?”

“I have since taken self-defense classes, thank you very much. And I know he was bullying me, yet I probably could have tried talking it out with him more. Looking back, I realize now that he was embarrassed about how far behind he was compared to the other kids, reading-wise.

“And as a child, I will admit, I was a bit of an exuberant know-it-all in that I overshared even more than I tend to do currently. I didn’t, and sometimes still don’t, realize when I’m making people uncomfortable. While I know that doesn’t excuse his actions, it does make me feel for him as his parents were not very attentive or caring.”

“Ollie,” Noble said, sounding a bit exasperated. “You didn’t even have parents to be attentive, yet you didn’t go around bullying anyone.”

Having recently reflected on his life growing up, Ollie had unfortunately come to a few uncomfortable realizations as of late. Things that were related to him supposedly being a witch, yet also not. More than a few were due to his cat being…not actually a cat.

“I’m pretty sure my godfather sometimes used my cat to babysit me, so I do understand inattentive adults. Besides, violence really wasn’t the best answer. It was also a bad answer since the kid was more than twice my size. Luckily, an adult saw, or rather heard, what happened before he could retaliate. Not that I needed more than a broken left hand to realize I had messed up.

“Either way, I felt bad after doing it, and interestingly enough, after that incident, when I tried to help him, he finally let me. About three years back, the man in question stopped by to apologize and thank me. He is now a highly respected Professor of English at the University of Boston. So, all’s well that ends well.”

“You are way too nice.”

Ollie giggled. “Possibly,” he said as his back bumped against the library doors, his hand already on the key for the lock. Beaming up at the man, who now stood very close, he drawled, “So…”

Noble smiled slowly, and gave him a chaste kiss. “So?”

Heat rising in his cheeks, he licked his lips. “Come in?”

“Love to,” Noble growled, before taking his mouth in a searing kiss.

Moaning as Noble picked him up, Ollie blindly reached back with the thankfully retractable key, awkwardly unlocking the door. As they stumbled inside, he frowned into the kiss when the alarm didn’t go off, but decided to ignore the worry in favor of trying to undress Noble.

With her arms crossed, Jahla stood at the top of the steps, eyeing the two with disgust. Not at what they were doing, but because her ass had been waiting there for hours…for this . Red sat next to her, the cat’s expression matching hers.

“AHEM!” she loudly and stiffly said.

MEOW! Red added, sounding super judgmental in that monotone way of his.

The couple broke apart with wide eyes, glancing up at them.

His face was as red as can be, and Ollie licked his, equally as red, lips before clearing his throat. The man glanced from them to Noble.

“Beautiful friend of mine. I’d love for you to stay and chat, but as you can see, I’m—” He cleared his throat again, before looking at her with pleading eyes. “Can’t you give me like an hour? Please? Just an hour and?—”

“Two,” Noble rumbled in his annoyingly deep timbre.

Ollie’s eyes grew wider, and he covertly flicked his gaze towards the tall man and then back to her, as if to say, ‘Come on, let me have this!’

Jahla rolled her eyes. “I’m going home. We will talk early tomorrow.”

“Love you so much!”

She scoffed and started down the steps, before pointedly eyeing Noble with distrust as she passed them and went for the door.

Ollie waved goodbye to Jahla as she left, and spun around as soon as the door shut. Ignoring his glaring judgy cat, he leaped at Noble with a giggle. The man caught him with a growl, taking his lips once more.

Ollie broke the kiss for the mere second it took for him to gasp, “Office!” before closing the distance again.

Moaning, he clung to Noble while he carried him through the library. When the man opened his office door without pause, Ollie silently thanked his ADHD brain for forgetting to lock it earlier.

The door was barely shut behind them when he found himself sitting on the edge of his desk. Ollie tried to follow Noble’s mouth as he pulled back, but gasped when the man nipped at his bottom lip and started to trail kisses down his throat. Noble stopped at the collar of his button-down and licked along the edge, before giving him a hard nip.

“Mark me more,” Ollie moaned softly.

Reaching out, he cupped the large man through his pants, giving Noble’s hard cock a good squeeze.

The man chuckled huskily at his action, before brushing his hand away. He tugged on one end of the scarf that Ollie had tied into a bow under his shirt collar, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

Noble then unbuttoned Ollie’s shirt at a rather impressive speed. In barely a minute, all of the buttons were undone, though the man didn’t make any moves to take the shirt fully off him.

“Wow, you are good at that,” he mused.

Ollie, who wore too many button-downs to count, couldn’t even say he’d manage that. He would easily manage to button them wrong though.

“Thank you,” Noble said with a laugh.

“Play?” Ollie asked with a smile, arching his chest towards the man. His nipples were already hard, and they ached at just the thought of the man rolling and pinching them. Oh, he hoped that Noble realized it was less a question and more a demand.

But he apparently did not, as instead, Noble went straight to tugging at his pants.

“Play with them,” Ollie whined in defense of his poor, ignored buds.

A gasp forced its way free at the exact moment the man lifted him up with one arm, and tugged his pants off, without any help from Ollie.

He eyed Noble’s arms for a brief second, before giving in to the urge to rub one. Ollie gave the man’s right bicep a squeeze. Holy hell, they were thick, and just pure muscle. He had no hope of closing one hand around it, so he tried with two.

Nope, there was still an inch left…though his hands were relatively small…

Noble had to have worked out a lot to manage that, right?

“You are so strong. How much do you work out? Do you think you could bench press me? I bet you could, I’m not that big.” His gaze flicked down to Noble’s thick thighs. His hands followed, and he squeezed one.

Noble stood there trying not to laugh as Ollie continued to feel him up, while asking one question after another. He’d been about to play with the man’s sensitive chest, just like he’d been asked to, when the little witch had gotten sidetracked.

“How did you manage to get your thighs so thick?”

He choked on a laugh. “A bit distracted, aren’t you?”

Ollie looked up, a fierce blush bloomed across his cheeks on meeting Noble’s gaze. “S-sorry!”

“Nothing to apologize for.” He pecked him on the lips. “You are too cute. And yes, I do work out, but probably not as much as you assume. Pretty sure the thighs are mostly genetic though.”

Noble…really didn’t work out too much. While he could scar and all that, he seemed to be frozen in the physical shape he had been in on the day he?—

Nope! Noble was not going there, especially not when he had Ollie sitting there on the edge of a desk in only an open button-down and briefs.

“Good genetics then,” Ollie rasped, before his nose wrinkled. “Can’t relate.”

Shoving the darker thoughts deep into the pit where they belonged, he chuckled. “Your genetics did pretty well, I think.”

Though he might possibly start to send the man daily reminders to eat, so that he wouldn’t forget. Here’s hoping Ollie wouldn’t get distracted between reading the messages and actually eating. Noble was thinking it was definitely a possibility.

Ollie scoffed. “Yeah, can’t say I agree, especially not with the whole—” The man abruptly cut off, no doubt stopping himself from revealing that he was a witch. “We should stop talking and…”

“Mmm, I agree.” Noble smirked, pushing the man down.

Ollie went willingly, giggling as he flopped back onto the desk, his legs hanging off.

Standing between the man’s legs, he ran his hands up and down Ollie’s chest, taking a moment to enjoy the shudders he felt run through the little witch, before leaning down over him and flicking his tongue across one of Ollie’s pink buds. The man’s chest was hairless, though there was a small happy trail near his navel that led down to the patch of curls around his cock, that was still currently covered.

Noble flicked the man’s nipple a few times with the tip of his tongue, while rubbing the other bud with his hand. His actions drew whimpers of need from Ollie.

Smirking, he circled the man’s areola, pausing briefly to kiss a freckle, before taking the small, hard pink nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently, his gaze flicked up to watch the man’s expression change.

“Yes!” Ollie moaned. Closing his eyes, the witch’s hands slid into his hair while he pressed his bud firmly into his mouth. “Harder, harder! Suck it. Bite it! All yours!”

The words were nonsense. Just the talkative little librarian saying whatever came to mind, but…as the words registered, the thought, Mine, all mine , dangerously flowed through his head.

Noble almost jerked away at the possessiveness behind it, at the need that the thought was filled with, but instead, he caught the man’s bud between his teeth. Ollie couldn’t be his, not forever, but God, did he want him. He lightly bit down before sucking hard.

Noble let out a deep growl, his cock jerking in the confines of his jeans, the moment Ollie released a loud, skin-tingling moan. He bit harder, just barely avoiding breaking the skin.

“Oh, God, yes!” Ollie cried out. “Mark me! Mark me! Make me ache!”

Letting it slip through his teeth, he sucked at the abused nipple a few more times. Just enjoying the way Ollie groaned and arched towards him, the way his breath caught each time he bit down, the way the man’s voice grew more needy with each minute that passed. All of it was driving Noble closer to the edge. His cock throbbed, painfully trapped still.

As tears formed in Ollie’s eyes, Noble finally released the man’s nipple, to admire the marks he’d left behind. The bud was reddened and swollen, and he could see multiple imprints of his own teeth. Small bruises were already forming where he’d bit fully around the areola. His eyes still glossy, Ollie just looked up at him, staring wordlessly, for once, as his chest rose and fell a bit faster than normal.

Smirking, Noble ran his hand over the reddened bud, chuckling when he noticed that Ollie’s white briefs were damp with pre-cum, his cock straining against the fabric. Grabbing the band of the briefs, he pulled them down the man’s legs, before stepping out of the way so he could tug them off.

Noble licked his lips as he eyed what he revealed. The witch’s compact sac only had a light dusting of hair, and the man’s rosy pink-tipped cock, which was dripping, was nestled up against a patch of copper curls.

He glanced up when Ollie let out a discontented whine.

“Need something, Ollie?”

“I don’t match.” The man lifted up his left side, showing off his poor untouched nipple.

“You’re right, you don’t,” he said, before growling huskily. “Let me fix that.”

Stepping back between Ollie’s legs, Noble leaned down again, nipping at one of the freckles right beneath the bud, before latching on. Noble gave Ollie exactly what he wanted, sucking and biting that nipple, just as he had the other.

While he had his fun, he reached down and freed himself from his jeans and boxers. That done, he gripped Ollie’s hips. And never letting go of the hard bud in his mouth, he dragged the man down the desk until his ass was partly hanging off.

Noble let out a muffled chuckle when Ollie squealed as he was moved. Biting down harder, the sound cut off and was replaced by a moan. Ollie obviously wasn’t completely opposed to pain, but that was something they could discuss at a later date.

Releasing the man’s hips, he pushed the little witch’s legs back. Ollie graciously bent his knees without prompting, leaving his hole exposed, just as he wanted.

Smiling around the bud in his mouth, Noble gave it another harsh bite. His cock jerked, pre-cum dripping out as he drew out a cry, and another stream of adorable dirty nonsense from Ollie’s lips.

“Noble, oh, yes! Oh, YES!” Ollie screamed. “Eat me, all of me, bit by bit!”

Chuckling, he licked at the abused flesh before sucking it in firmly, while he fished in his pocket and pulled out the single-use packet of lube he’d bought that morning, and a condom.

After dropping the condom onto the desk, he tore open the lube packet and coated his fingers.

Without much teasing, he pushed a finger into Ollie’s hole, working the man open quickly as he switched his mouth over to the witch’s other nipple. Ollie’s moans and cries of need grew. Said cries were driving him crazy. Noble feared if he didn’t get inside the man now, he’d blow without ever being touched.

Once he could fit three fingers inside, Noble pulled them out as he released the bud he’d been tormenting. Straightening up, he snagged the condom, tore it open with his teeth, and slid it on his cock, after discarding the trash on the desk. Quickly wiping the excess lube over himself, Noble lined up his tip with Ollie’s twitching hole, and meeting the man’s watery gaze, he pressed in.

The little witch cried out while he groaned loudly. The feeling of the man’s tight heat surrounding and squeezing him almost sent him over the edge. Noble paused when he bottomed out, closing his eyes briefly, as he just barely stopped himself from coming from the sensation. Taking a shuddered breath, he gripped Ollie’s thighs, pulled almost all of the way out, and slammed back in.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!” Ollie cried.

Noble growled, and happily obliged. Pulling out, he repeated the action. Changing the angle slightly, he thrust in hard, while at the same time, he used his hold on Ollie to pull the man down onto his cock.

He smirked as Ollie screamed, letting him know he had hit the right spot. Pounding the man’s prostate again and again, the rhythm he formed was fast and rough. Spurred on by the little witch’s moans and pleas for more, it didn’t take long before both he and Ollie were shouting out with their release. Noble continued to pump into the man as they both came, only slowing down when Ollie’s cock stopped spraying cum over his stomach.

Panting softly, he ran a finger through the mess the man had made, and licked it off. The taste was bitter, but there was a hint of sweetness to it as well. “Bit bitter, but not bad,” Noble said with a smirk.

Ollie, who had been drawing in gasping breaths of air, wrinkled his nose.

He chuckled. “Not your thing?”

“Just never expect me to swallow. Or lick it up, or—” Ollie blanched, “—let you come in my mouth.”

“I'm guessing it has something to do with the way you reacted to being sweaty?” he asked with a smile.

Ollie gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes full of uncertainty while he admitted, “I have a thing about bodily fluids. I’ll…suck you, but…I would probably freak out on you if you did come in my mouth.”

Noble grabbed the man’s hands, and pulled the little witch up into a sitting position, helping him to scoot back so he wasn’t falling off. Cupping Ollie’s face, he gave him a slow, purposeful kiss, before rasping, “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

Ollie’s gaze flicked away and then back, as he hesitantly asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Noble promised. “Are you fine with me swallowing?”

“Yes, but I’m not going to watch you do it.”

Noble threw his head back on a bark of laughter. “Ollie, you are adorable.”

Ollie huffed. “Can’t I be sexy instead?”

Still laughing, he kissed the man again briefly. “You are that too.”

“Mm, but you didn’t actually say it.”

“I suppose I didn’t.” Smirking, his gaze trailed over the small man. “Come here, my adorable, sexy librarian. Time for round two!” Ollie let out a squealing giggle as he swept him up into his arms.

Not mine forever…but mine for now, which will have to be enough.