Page 45 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Forty-Five

Sailor

Mid-terms are coming up soon, so I’m staying late in the library to study. JT and I have still been talking every day, but we haven’t met up again.

I’m in the far back of the library, looking for a book that is supposed to be here, but I can’t find.

The librarian told me no one had taken it out, but I don’t see it on the shelf.

I even glanced around the tables to see if someone was using it but didn’t find it.

So, I keep looking, thinking someone put it back in the wrong spot.

I think I see it, up higher than I can reach.

But still I try. I step onto the first shelf, just inches off the ground, grip onto the highest shelf I can reach, then reach up to grab it.

My fingers are just brushing the spine when a hand comes around my mouth and an arm around my waist. I gasp, but it’s silent because of the hand covering my mouth.

“Perfect day to wear a skirt, don’t you think?” is whispered into my ear.

My eyes widen, my breathing picking up as what this means goes through my head. His spicy, musky scent fills the air around me and my eyes want to close.

JT pushes against my ass, and I feel his hard length against me. He can’t possibly think that we’re going to do this here, can he? Of course not. He’s not that crazy.

“You’re going to stay quiet, little dove, or we’ll both be fucked—and not in a good way.”

His hand tightens around my mouth, pulling my head against his chest as his other hand slides down my back to go between us and work on his button and fly.

He can’t be serious… he can’t.

I shake my head, trying to talk, trying to tell him no.

“Are you telling me no?” he whispers against my ear, and I nod. He pauses for just a moment, my heart pounding so goddamn hard. “Are you using the safe word?”

Am I using the safe word… damnit.

I grit my teeth and shake my head.

His laugh is low and raspy.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long. I’ll have to owe you.”

He pushes my panties aside, and with practiced ease, slides right through my wet pussy lips.

It takes a few thrusts, but he pushes himself inside.

It hurts, but not nearly as bad as it did the first time.

I whimper through the pain, my hands coming up to grip his forearm.

My nails bite into his skin as my eyes squeeze shut.

He rocks into me, moaning softly in my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

“It’s been too long,” he says. “I can’t go so long without fucking you, little dove. I need more of this sweet pussy.”

“Mhmm,” I mumble against his hand as a tear slips down my cheek.

His groans get lower, and his arm comes around my stomach again, holding me against him as he pushes deeper inside me.

I know we shouldn’t be doing this here, but my god, I want it so bad. Getting caught could get us into so much trouble, but that’s the least of my worries. All I care about is feeling him inside me, listening to him take his pleasure from me.

“Fuck yes,” he grits out. “Oh, fuck.”

He stills behind me, dick throbbing. A choked sound leaves his throat as he trembles behind me, fighting to stay quiet. It’s the hottest thing.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll count to ten before you turn around.”

Without waiting for me to acknowledge him or agree, he lets go of me and his footsteps get further away.

I wait far longer than counting to ten before leaving, which is a mistake.

Cum is dripping between my thighs, and I run back to my stuff before it makes its way to my shoes.

No one is paying attention to me as I quickly gather my things, so I discreetly wipe up what I can with my hoodie before rushing to the bathroom, my cheeks burning.

What if there are cameras in the library? I could get expelled!

I stop outside of the bathroom door, sure I’m going to pass out. But I hold it together and instead hurry toward the exit to go home. I can’t even be in this building anymore, not after that.

The ride home is quick, and I’m relieved when I only see a small amount of blood after cleaning myself up in the bathroom.

“I’ll have to owe you.”

Why does thinking about that turn me on?

“I’m so messed up,” I mutter, getting undressed and going to my room to put on comfortable clothes.