All I think about while I help Mrs. Vasquez is what's going to happen when my coworker takes over for the day.
Last night, after I got home, I cleaned my entire apartment in anticipation.
I mean, where else are we going to go? We're certainly not having sex at Chief Stone's house.
I guess we could go out to the woods, but why when I have a perfectly good bed at home?
I just hope my roommate doesn't mind the noise...
Mrs. Vasquez gets situated at one of the tables in the heart of the library. She comes in often, spending usually an hour reading the first pages of a dozen or so books until she finds the one she wants.
With her taken care of, I scurry back toward the languages aisle, heels clacking on the hardwood. Passing cookbooks , I spot a volume lying on the floor.
“How’d you get down there?” I duck into the aisle and snatch it up.
It came from the top shelf, and I spot its empty slot as I wheel the aisle’s ladder over.
Climbing the steps as cautiously as possible, I slide it back into place, giving myself a little dopamine hit to counteract the fear of reaching the fifth shelf.
Rough hands slide up my legs, lingering on my thighs.
I gasp, an electric buzz running from my toes to my lips.
Lucas is standing at the foot of the ladder, staring up my skirt from behind. He brings a finger to his lips before bringing his lips to my leg. He kisses my calf, working his way to the hem of my skirt.
“Lucas,” I half-moan, half-whisper. “There’s somebody right over there…”
He smiles up at me and lifts my skirt to my hips. “I don’t care.”
“You’re crazy. We can’t do this here…”
But I don’t stop him.
I grip the shelf tightly as he pulls my black panties aside and licks everything they were hiding. My legs wobble on the ladder, but he steadies me as he plunges his tongue into me from behind.
Little gasps and whimpers escape my lips, scurrying around the silent library like mice.
“You taste fucking good.”
“Lucas. Lucas. Oh, baby…”
“Mmm.” He hums against my pussy lips. “Keep calling me that.”
He’s getting louder, growling as he tastes me and claws at my ass.
“ Shh! You have to be quiet.” I drop my head against the spine of a cookbook. “Oh. My. God… ”
“Look who’s talking.”
If I let him keep going, I’ll be squealing so loud that Mrs. Vasquez’s hearing aids will be sure to pick up the noise.
I manage to step down the ladder, prying his lips from between my thighs. I turn and throw my arms around him as he lifts my leg and brings his lips to mine. My back is against the shelf. Lucas grips me like he wants to lift me completely off the floor.
My panties are still pinned off to the side.
“Lucas,” I huff, staring into his wild blue eyes. “We can’t. Not here. God, I want to, but we have to wait until I’m off. We can go to my place…”
He shakes his head frantically, guiding my hand down his jeans. I gasp as his warm, hard cock fills my grip. The length of him pulses between my fingers, desperate to have me.
“I can’t wait, Luna. I want you now. You’re all I think about. You’re all I fucking want…”
“We have to stop,” I whisper even as I unbutton his jeans and tug them down his hips.
Lucas bites my lip softly, teasing a kiss. “I don’t want to stop…”
The top buttons on my shirt part ways.
Lucas’s cock grows harder in my grasp.
My leg hooks around him, allowing his fingers to toy with my clit.
“Lucas,” I huff, losing my fingers in his hair. “We can’t.”
He kisses my neck, my breasts, my lips.
I can smell that familiar campfire musk. It draws me in and crackles in my mind as our eyes meet and our lips buzz together.
“Are you sure?” he asks, pleading with his gaze.
I nod, brushing my nose against his. “Not here.”
We kiss, softly and then deeper.
Our tongues debate for us, but it’s not much of an argument.
I know what I’m about to do as soon as my heels hook around his waist.
Lucas pants as he pins me against the bookshelf, hands tightly gripping my thighs.
Again, he asks, “Are you sure?” as I pull his perfect cock from his boxers and shove his pants down to his ankles with my heels.
“I am now,” I gasp, guiding him into me. “You’re a bad influence…”
“I’ll be quiet—I promise.”
“You better. You better be…” My eye’s open wide as the head of Lucas’s cock finds me for the first time. “Oh, God. You better…”
Our foreheads press together. We share every breath.
“Luna,” he whispers.
I don’t want him to be quiet.
“Luna. Oh, baby. You feel perfect.”
I want to hear my name flying from his lips like it’s sprouted wings and can’t be contained.
“Oh, God. Luna. Luna… ”
And as he thrusts into me and the bookshelf groans, I know I’ll break all the rules I hold dear just to feel this… to feel him.
“Luna!”
“ Shh! ” I shove my hand over his mouth. “Quiet. Quiet. Oh, fuck …”
One of my heels hits the floor with a loud thud.
It doesn’t stop Lucas. We’re falling into a desperate rhythm. My body bounces, skirt bunched around my hips, tits completely out of my shirt.
I throw a hand back as he lifts my leg higher, clawing a book from the shelf before I finally find purchase. He wants to fuck me harder, I can tell, but we’ll be caught if he doesn’t calm down. I hope he knows how badly I want it harder, too.
My glasses slip off as I bounce. If they break when they hit the floor, so be it.
Taking his face in one hand, I hold his gaze and constrict my legs around his beefy body.
“Lucas,” I whisper, nodding slowly. “ Shhh… Slower. Quiet. Don’t stop. ”
He nods right back, kissing my lips anytime they’re within reach. His thrusts become deep, slow, and powerful. Each time his hips crash against me, I whimper and dig my fingers deeper into his curls.
We’re simply mouthing words now, refusing to speak these thoughts that want to explode and shatter the windows.
Your cock is perfect…
I love the way you feel…
Right there…
Oh, baby. Please…
I’m gonna…
Oh, Luna. I’m gonna—
“Mhm.” I hum onto his lips. “Cum inside of me.”
A high gasp pops from me as I feel him burst.
He buries his face in my neck, groaning as quietly as he can as he fills me.
My toes curl, one foot still heeled, the other bare behind his back.
Here in the library, tucked away in the quiet between cookbooks, Lucas whispers against my goose-pimpled flesh and pulses inside of me.
I don’t shush him.
I don’t worry about being caught or if my glasses shattered.
I hold him close, shuddering with every breath, fingers digging into his back like vines yearning to root.