He had his mouth glued to mine and his hands up my dress, pinning me against a wall moments after we managed to progress from the last spot. We were acting like we were the only people in the building, which wasn't true. Yes the place was a ghost town, but inevitably there would be staff around. It was dumb luck that we hadn't bumped into someone yet.
"Here's as good as anywhere," he said in a sultry, deranged voice.
"If you didn't stop us every five seconds, we'd be there by now," I said, tilting my mouth away from his.
He took the opening and laid his mouth on my neck, slowly sinking his teeth into it. Feeling bold and deprived, I caressed his hard dick through his pants as his fingers dug into the naked flesh of my ass cheeks.
"Don't act like you're not as much the problem as I am," he said, eyes so tainted with lust I barely recognized him.
"You're shit out of luck until we get there," I said, grabbing his collar and turning the tables on him, slamming his back against the wall.
I looked back at him feeling naughty and playful, walking backwards slowly. His strides widened, the distance between us rapidly closing.
"You better run," he said, his face hardening like a man at the end of his rope. "Because next time I lay hands on you, I'm not letting you go," he said, stalking me like prey. "Run, Stacy. Fucking run."
A sexually charged thrill reverberated through my body at the implied danger in his voice and I had a mini orgasm where I stood. My eyes were glued to the hunger in his and I went weak in the knees. It was enough to make any sane person succumb, no questions asked.
Seven years I'd been waiting for him to be this out of his mind with desire though. I wasn't going to settle for anything less than my fantasy.
I stood on one leg, taking off one stiletto and dropping it, then stood on my other leg and did the same to the other foot. My heart beat wildly in my rib cage as I turned and ran. I don't know what I was expecting, but he wasn't far behind. The idea of him scooping me up, flattening me against the first available surface and fucking me was impacting my ability to think straight. When I finally made it to my destination, hot, bothered and out of breath, I spun around and faced him.
"We're here," I said, a erotic restlessness settling between us.
He backed me up against my desk without a word, still looking like the devil had taken possession of him. It was the same desk I always sat at when I came to the library to study. The same desk he found me at the very first time he visited me in the library and every other time since.
He grabbed my hips and picked me up, sitting me down on it. His hands moved quickly as he slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders and unveiled my breasts. As my excited brain looked to make sense of what was happening, it dawned on me that I had no idea where my underwear had gone, so caught up had I been in the moment.
"We need to go back," I said, my heart thumping noisily in my chest as his hands went up my dress, pulling it up until it was all bunched around my waist. "I forgot my–"
He cut me off with an aggressive kiss, sticking his tongue straight into my mouth. His tongue was demanding, coaxing, persistent. He held my head in place with both hands as he ravished the depths of my mouth. I had no choice but to submit and let him have his way.
"No one's going anywhere," he said, his voice thick with need. "Not until I've had you."
He crushed my breasts in his hands, slamming them together, then rubbed his thumbs against my sensitive nipples. I let out a little whimper.
"You're such a dirty girl," he said, nudging my legs apart with his knee.
I opened my legs up for him readily. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. His hands trailed down my arms, his hard dick now inches from my naked pussy. His lips went down to my ear and whispered, "Why do you want it here, Stace?"
"This is the first place I thought of you—" I began.
His hand slid between my thighs and his fingers touched my soaking wet folds, searching for my entrance. When he found it, he plunged into me. Words failed me as I fell forward, my head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Like that," I said, forcing the words out as his fingers moved inside me.
Deep in and out he went. He built up a steady rhythm fast, not waiting for me to adjust.
"Like what?" he demanded. "What dirty thoughts were you having while you sat here pretending to be good?"
"Fuck, Scott," I howled, my pussy so tender with anticipation I felt like I was on the verge already.
"Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me what you wanted me to do to this pussy."
"I wanted, oh dear God, I wanted you to kiss it," I mumbled, in a lust induced haze.
He lowered me down onto my back, grabbed one of my thighs and kissed above my clit, his fingers still pumping in and out of me.
"Lick it, suck on it," I said between pants, encouraged by his attentiveness.
He pulled his fingers out of me, grabbed onto both of my thighs, and went to work following my instructions. He licked me, starting at my core and working his way up to my clitoris. Wet sounds came from between my legs as he feasted on my pussy, grabbing onto me tightly as he moved between my legs.
"Fucking it," I mumbled, barely aware I was even saying the words out loud.
He must have heard me though, because he responded to me, slipping his tongue inside me.
"Fuck yes," I screamed, all the build up to this moment resulting in an earthquake washing over me as he started tongue fucking me.
He didn't stop or slow down for me like he usually would have. He just kept going. At some point, he plunged three fingers back into me, his tongue now focused solely on my clit. I was so sensitive to his touch I couldn't even scream. Seconds after getting over the first orgasm, another descended on me. This time I did cry out.
"Scottie, Scottie, yes," I said, my legs wrapping around his head as I grabbed hold of his hair.
He pulled away from me as I lay there, a wet, quaking mess and watched me with unabashed hunger as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down.
"Look what you did to me," he said, holding onto my jaw, forcing me to watch him stroke his hard dick. "It fucking aches to be inside you, Stace," he said, pressing the tip against my clit.
"You're a mad man. Scott please," I begged, too sensitive for words.
"Tell me what you really want, Stace," he said, trailing the tip of his dick down between my pussy lips. "When it's 2 am in the morning and you're sitting here all alone, thinking of my dick, what do you want?"
"I, I just need to catch my breath," I said, still seeing stars.
He slapped my pussy with his dick and kissed me fervently.
"Wrong answer," he said with a hiss as he slipped the tip into my pussy. "Tell me how I fuck you in that dirty fantasy in your head, baby."
"You, oh Scott. Oh hell," I purred, as he slid another inch into me, then another.
"If you can't tell me, I won't jam the rest of my dick up your tight, little pussy. You want that, don't you?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.
"I think of you walking through the door, bending me over and fucking me like a whore," I screamed at him.
For the first time since we walked in here, he smirked at me. Then he took his dick out of me, pulled me to my feet and spun me around, moving my hair to the side and laying a kiss on the nape of my neck. My dress pooled around my ankles on the floor.
He reached over to the front of me and rubbed my pussy in slow circles, then suddenly grabbed onto my mound possessively, making me jump.
"You want to be my whore, Stace?" he said into my ear.
Then he bent me over the desk, grabbed my hair and yanked back on my head.
"Say it," he commanded, forcing my legs apart. "Say you want to be my filthy, little whore."
He'd never talked to me this way before. I didn't know if I could say the words, but he had his dick pressing up at my entrance urgently and I needed it so badly.
"I can't say that," I said, simultaneously outraged and hornier than I'd ever been
before in my life.
"Then I can't fuck the shit out of you," he said, taunting me, licking my earlobe.