You tightened your grip on my hand and stopped in the middle of one of the aisles of books, pulling me back to you. I stared up at you, smiling softly. You leaned in and kissed me, gently at first but then harder, backing me up against the book shelves.
I moaned softly when your fingers grazed my nipples through my dress. You fondled my tits, pressing one of your thighs between my legs.
“Not here,” I murmured. I grabbed your hand and started pulling you along behind me again.
It was the week of final exams, and the library was crowded with students cramming for tests. I wove through different sections of the library, walking quickly to the secluded section I frequently studied in.
I’d been studying on the main floor of the library with a few of my friends when I saw you walk in. I knew you had been in class all afternoon, and from the look on your face, I could also tell you were stressed out.
I knew I couldn’t very well walk up to you and kiss you in front of a library full of people, but that didn’t stop me from desperately wanting to. Instead, I picked up my phone and sent you a text message, knowing you couldn’t see me from where you were standing.
“You look really good in that shirt. It’d look better on my floor, though” I wrote, biting my bottom lip to keep from giggling.
Almost instantly my phone lit up.
“Where are you?”
I saw you looking across the room, your eyes searching for me. I picked up my phone again.
“Meet me on the third floor. I want to see you for a few minutes.”
And so there I was, pulling you along behind me until I reached the periodicals section, stopping at the end of one of the aisles to look around. It was deserted, as it usually was when I came up there to study.
“Here,” I whispered, turning around to face you. I wrapped my arms around your neck and pulled you close, kissing you deeply.
You slid your hands around my waist and inside my sweater, moving them down to cup my ass cheeks firmly through my dress. I moaned quietly, my lips still pressed against yours.
You started a trail of kisses down my neck, licking and sucking every so often. One of your arms was wrapped around my waist, your hand settled on my hip, while the other slid underneath my dress and started to rub my pussy. You moaned when you realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“No panties, huh?” you whispered, your fingers grazing my clit and sliding back down my wet pussy lips. “Someone’s being awfully naughty today.”
I stifled a groan when you slid a finger inside me, my pussy instantly clenching around it. You added a second finger, covering my mouth with your own, kissing me hard.
You fingered me hard, biting and sucking on my lower lip while I tried to remain quiet. You withdrew your fingers, sliding them past my lips. I eagerly licked and sucked on them, savouring the taste of myself on your skin.
I kissed you again, softly this time, letting my lips and tongue linger.
“Stressful afternoon?” I murmured, resting my forehead against yours.
You nodded, kissing my forehead.
“Tell me what I can do to make it better,” I whispered, grabbing you by the chin and kissing you, teasing your tongue with my own.
You groaned softly and spun me around so I was facing the shelves instead of you. You moved my hair over to one shoulder and started kissing my neck, nipping gently. I sighed and closed my eyes, practically melting against you.
“Let me fuck you. Right here, right now,” you whispered, your breath hot against my ear.
“Why should I?” I asked, reaching between us to stroke your cock through your pants.
“Do you feel how hard you’re making my dick, Kylie?” you countered, still whispering in my ear.
I looked over my shoulder and up at you, smiling softly. You pushed me closer to the bookcase, not stopping until my body was closed in between it and yours.
“Kylie…” you murmured, nibbling on my earlobe.
“Fuck,” I hissed in surrender, my knees going weak.
I was still stroking your cock through your pants, and you grabbed my wrists roughly with one hand, pressing them into the small of my back while you rubbed my pussy with the other.
“I’m going to let go of your hands, and you’re going to put them on the shelf,” you whispered, releasing your hold. I placed them where you had indicated and sighed, leaning back against you and closing my eyes.
You continued whispering. “You’re not going to move them, nor are you going to make a sound when I fuck you. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head slowly, willing to do whatever I could for you.
“You’re such a perfect little fuck buddy, Kylie,” you said quietly, kissing my neck again. “You know that, right?”
I moaned softly in response, relishing the names you called me and the way you always wanted me. The feel of your lips pressed against my skin left me wanting more of you, and I instinctively began to grind my ass against your cock.
You pushed me away, reaching down to take your cock out of pants. I sighed when I felt the tip sliding up and down my pussy lips, pushing against my clit before moving back down to my tight hole.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, Kylie,” you said, teasing me.
“Please,” I whispered, halfway begging you. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
Before I could finish my sentence, you were inside me, your cock stretching my tight pussy. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.
You built up a steady rhythm, fucking me slow and deep from behind. My dress was hiked up around my waist, and anyone walking by could easily see what the two of us were doing. Your hand held on to my waist with one hand, guiding me back and forth on your cock while your other hand roughly fondled my tits.
I started squeezing my pussy around your cock, milking you, holding you balls deep inside of me.
“Fuck, Kylie,” you groaned, fucking me harder, tweaking and pinching my nipples inside my dress.
I leaned my head back, resting it in the crook of your neck and collarbone, panting. I knew I was going to cum soon, and I didn’t know how quiet I could be when it happened.
“Are you close?” You asked, sucking on my neck. I nodded, and your hand moved from my tits to my clit, rubbing it hard. “Cum for me, Kylie. Cum hard all over my cock, but don’t you dare make a sound.”
My orgasm exploded at the sound of your command, my whole body shaking and writhing in your arms. I covered my mouth to keep from moaning out loud, desperately wanting to scream when I felt you start to cum inside me.
You pumped in and out of me, filling my tight cunt with your hot, sticky cum until I felt it start to drip down my thighs.
Your fingers were intertwined with mine, pressing my hands against one of the shelves. You leaned against me, both of us trying to catch our breath. You nuzzled your face against my neck, inhaling deeply.
We stood in the silence, both of us basking in the bliss of having done something so naughty on such a whim. It was the definition of a quickie, but easily one the hottest moments we had shared. You began to pull out of me and a river of cum flowed down my legs. I giggled, feeling deliciously sexy and naughty.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered, kissing you passionately.
You pulled my dress back down over my hips and zipped up your pants, your tongue dancing with mine.
“Neither can I,” you replied, smiling down at me. “It was just what I needed, though.”
