“You want to be dirty with me, Miss Irons,” he taunted me, drawing his tongue down the edge of my jaw until he reached me chin. I gasped when he nipped it between his teeth. “Can feel your pussy tighten around my fingers when I talk this to you. Looks like I’m fulfilling two fantasies by fuckin’ my hot as fuck teach in the stacks.”
I bit my lip to keep from groaning as he twisted his fingers inside of me, drawing out a pleasure so deep it made my legs shake.
“Turn around, hands to the shelf and don’t fuckin’ let go,” he ordered.
Instantly, I whirled around. I stood straight up and down but curled my fingers into the shelf just below my shoulders.
King’s laugh caressed my neck but he didn’t touch me. “Show me you want it, Cressida. Present that sweet ass for me.”
I tried to swallow my small cry of desire but my throat was parched, all the moisture in my body pooling between my thighs and leaking down to the tops of my stockings. Desperately, I jutted my bottom back, deepened my lean until I was at forty-five degrees.
“Better,” King praised me.
My gasp punctuated the deep library quiet when he grabbed both my hips and pulled me back further, right into the rigid length tenting his trousers. I panted against my arm as he pushed my back down then flipped up my skirt. He took a step back so cool air wafted over me and I shuddered, so turned on that a stiff breeze could have sent me over the edge.
“Look at that,” King murmured hoarsely. Two knuckles reached out to run down my crease from my asshole to my pussy. “So wet for her student.”
I bit my arm and groaned, shoving my hips back into him.
Heeding my unspoken plea, those fingers turned vicious and tore off my lace underwear. The pain it evoked made me break out into shivers and I was still recovering from the overwhelming hotness of the gesture when a hot tongue replaced the fingers.
I reared back into the sensation even though it embarrassed me to think of King on his knees behind me, his face buried in my ass.
A shockwave of pleasure throbbed through me as his nose brushed my opening and his tongue curled around my still sensitive clit. I threw my head back as he bit the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh and pinched my clit hard between his fingers. The book titles in front of my face grew fuzzy and my legs began to shake. Vaguely, I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered then King’s long, tortured groan.
“Could come just from your taste,” he said, licking at the wetness that had trickled down my right thigh.
Simultaneously, he drove three fingers into my wet heat and sucked my swollen clit deep into his mouth. So easily, he tipped me humpty dumpty over the edge of pleasure and crashing into pieces on the other side.
“Fuck, my girl is so easy to please,” he said against the side of my thigh as the orgasm fragmented my thoughts.
Even through the delirium, I knew the words were praise and it spurred me on.
I thrashed helplessly against the books, sending some tumbling to the floor as his words combined with the fingers inside me and his mouth fused over my clit to make me come for longer than I thought possible.
King straightened from the floor, flipped my molten body over and upright then pressed my back against the books once more. He pushed his forehead hard to mine as he gently played with my wet pussy, careful with my sensitive clit now that I’d come.
“Really wanna fuck you, Cress.”
I twined my hands around his neck and dropped my head to rest against his shoulder. He smelled warm and male in a way that had my gut clenching. I wasn’t ready to condone out loud what we had done, what we were actively doing at that very moment, but after two mind melting climaxes, I somehow wanted him inside me even more than before. So, I pressed my lips to his thundering pulse in silent consent.
He rolled his head against mine. “Nah, not gonna happen like that. Meant what I said, babe, tired of you thinkin’ you can shut me out and keep me down. I get in, and I mean I get in with you, I need the words. I need you to give me that soft and sweet you got inside you. I want to hear my Queen beg for her King, you hear me?”
I squeezed my eyes shut but rubbed my nose against his because it was right in front of me and I found I couldn’t stop myself. God, but I heard him. There was almost nothing I wanted more than to wrap myself around him in that moment and into the next, to ride him now and later on his bike. To stand beside him the way I’d first imagined that day at Mac’s Grocer.