My pulse kicks. We’re alone in the library stacks, and God, that look in his eyes makes my stomach curl in a tight knot of anticipation.
“What do you want?” I whisper, knowing the answer already.
“It’s not what I want,” he says conversationally, starting to roll up the cuffs of his shirt. He does one arm and then the other, his skin golden and dusted with hair beneath the crisp cotton. “It’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to eat you out, right here, right now.”
My legs go weak. I want to counter, to say something quick, but all I can do is sink back against the bookcase.
“I’m going to gorge on you, sweetheart.” Vaughn leans in, his breath hot on my cheek, his eyes glittering, dark and full of wicked promise. “I’m going to lick that pretty little clit of yours until you want to scream. You’re going to be begging for my cock by the time I’m through with you. But you won’t make a sound, will you? Because somebody will hear. And we don’t want anyone to know.”
Oh my God.
I’ve never heard a guy talk like this before -- never felt so turned on. Before I can pull my brain back together to respond, Vaughn sinks to his knees in front of me. I’m wearing heels today, so his face is level with my crotch. He reaches out, and deliberately pushes my skirt up my thighs. Higher, higher, until it’s bunched around my waists and I’m totally exposed to him, the silk of my panties already damp between my thighs.
“Stockings.” Vaughn teases a finger around the band, pulling them down. I shudder at his touch. He looks up at me with a smirk. “Wear these when I fuck you.”
Then without another word, he leans in and grasps the front of my panties in his teeth, yanking them down and letting them fall in a heap around my feet. Then he takes my ankles in each hand, lifting my feet free of my panties and pushing them apart so I’m spread wide to him.
“Hold on,” he says. “Lock your knees so you don’t fall.”
I gasp for air, reaching up to cling onto the edge of the bookcase. I should say something, do something. I can’t believe I’m doing this: naked from the waist-down in the back aisle of the law library. Anyone could come looking for a book back here. Anyone could see me like this, him kneeling between my thighs, his hands sliding up the inside of my legs.
Dirty. Forbidden. So totally hot.
In our game of bluffs, Vaughn is totally winning right now. And I don’t care.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
“No, watch,” he orders. I snap my eyes open again.
“I want you to watch me lick your pussy,” he says, his eyes still fixed on mine. He slips his hand between my legs and lightly strokes over my wetness. I gasp, my whole body trembling at his touch. “I want you to watch me fuck you with my tongue.”
I stifle a moan. Pleasure crashes through me. Already my body is shaking as Vaughn teases me, rubbing softly around my entrance, over my clit, back down lower again.
“Say it,” he orders.
“What?” I gasp. His thumb swirls around my clit again, but it’s not enough, I’m already aching, desperate for more.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
I can’t. Saying it would be admitting defeat, waving a white flag before plummeting into a totally new universe. But as I hesitate, the pressure against me eases and I stifle a cry. Vaughn is waiting, watching me with that detached, powerful gaze. My whole body is beating with impatience now, swaying towards his hand.
If I say it, he’ll win.
I look down at him, just inches from me and I feel another surge of anticipation.
Fine. Let him win.
“Touch me,” I gasp. “Lick me. Please, I need your mouth.”
“Good girl.”
Vaughn dips his head and licks up against me, hot and wet against my clit.
I cry out, clamping one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound as his tongue laps and probes, over and over, an agonizingly sweet pressure. He’s ravenous, devouring me, sucking at the tender flesh, then licking lower, swirling around my entrance and plunging his tongue deep inside me.
Holy shit.
Pleasure crashes through me. My legs give way, I sink against him, but he just pulls my legs around his neck, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing and slamming me back against the bookcase. His tongue plunges deeper inside me and God, I can feel the wave already, cresting higher, lightening in my veins.
Suddenly, a shiver rolls down my body that has nothing to do with Vaughn: a shock of unease, like someone’s watching us. I glance around, my heart racing, but we’re alone in the stacks. I can’t see anyone, and--
Oh!
Vaughn shifts me, licking back up to my clit, and fuck, now he’s plunging two fingers deep inside where his tongue once was, stretching me, curving up higher, fucking me in a relentless rhythm as his tongue laps at my clit. I forget everything, I can’t take it, the sensation crashes over me, it’s too much. I struggle in his arms but his grip on me won’t let up. He laps harder, faster, forcing a third finger into my aching channel as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks, hard.