He groaned and laid his head against mine. “Fine, but tonight I’m taking you on a date.”
I blinked at him in surprise. “What?”
“I said what I said.”
I sighed. There was no use arguing, I’d learned that pretty quickly with Judge. He obviously loved control and knowing things I didn’t.
We showered, dressed, and said goodbye at the cars—he had a new one today, and I assumed it belonged to his parents. He kissed me as though he had all the time in the world, and it was amazing.
When midday came along I ate my lunch, then headed to the library—outside of the gym it was my favorite place to be. I loved the four-story gray-stone monolith and its tall rounded windows, which always reminded me of something slightly medieval. The old librarian, Beth, had been the best person to talk to after a long day, but not long ago she’d died of cancer. Her son, Bryce, had taken her open position and was just as nice as she’d been. He went to the law school as well and had taken one of my classes, although he didn’t like it much. I thought maybe he was a career student, and since he worked at the New Gothenburg State Law School, he could afford to be, since his tuition was free.
As expected Bryce was front and center today, same as he was nearly every weekday, dressed in his usual brown sweater, which his mom had made, with a blue tie tucked in. It didn’t matter what temperature it was outside, he always wore the same thing, but I suspected the AC made it too cold for him.
“Hey, Flynn.” Bryce waved, his wayfarer glasses glinting, and I raised my hand in return as I passed the desk. I’d always been jealous of his ability to look good while wearing such old-fashioned glasses, black on top and silver on the bottom. I didn’t think he tried to be stylish, but it worked for him, especially with the way he combed his dark hair to the side. I headed toward the bookshelves. This part of the library was empty of students these days. Most preferred to get their information from online papers, and I didn’t necessarily blame them because it was much easier. I’d always loved the smell of books, though, and sometimes it was peaceful to walk through the stacks and check out the formerly loved paperbacks and hardcovers.
The latest book I’d picked up was an old philosophy text that talked about ethics. It’d always been interesting to read what educators before me thought and wrote about. I didn’t know how long I stood there, flipping through the yellowed pages, before a set of strong arms wrapped around my waist.
I gasped and glanced over my shoulder at Judge and his smug smile. “What are you doing?” I hissed out, glancing around.
No one was near us, which was a relief, and farther down the aisle was a hexagon table, but it was empty. A sign sat in the center—Please do not eat in the library. Bryce had been forced to include that sign on every table after ants began making their way inside.
“We can’t do this here. I’m your teacher.” I turned in his arms and pushed him, but he barely moved.
His grin widened and he pressed an insistent kiss to my lips, which I tried to resist, but it didn’t work. He was too strong. “It’s fine. There’s barely anyone in here, and the librarian is busy.”
Frowning, I craned my neck and glanced above the top row of books. A man identical to Judge leaned over the desk, smiling seductively as he whispered something to Bryce.
“You got your twin brother, Jury, to flirt with Bryce?” I hated how amused I sounded, and I poked his chest. “Not funny. We’re at school, we can’t do this.”
“You were so sexy reading that book.” He slid his hands over my upper arms, stopping to grip my muscles. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Well, you’ve had your kiss, Sir. Leave.” I kept my voice hushed and glanced around again. Still no one.
He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’m feeling hungry.”
“No eating in the library, Sir.” I pointed in the direction of the sign and pressed my lips together to stop from laughing.
He glanced that way and a wicked smirk pulled at his lips. Warning bells sounded in my head when he turned his stare at me. “I was never good at listening to orders. I like giving them, and as I said, I’m hungry.” He leaned in closer so his breath tickled my chin. “And I’m going to eat you.”
“Judge—”
He grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around with little effort. He reached around me, fingers at the buckle of my borrowed belt, which he undid along with my button and zipper, all before I had the sense to struggle.
“What are you doing?” I asked as quietly as I could, but my voice turned strained.
“Glad to see you’re wearing my belt. That makes me happy, Rookie.” He shoved my pants down to my knees and it was all I could do not to panic. I tried to reach down to drag them back up, but he pushed me against the shelves. The book in my hand tumbled to the floor as my face pressed against a row of the Roger Daughtler Law Library’s antique collection ofAmerican Jurisprudence.Taxation to Taxicabswas so close to my eyes I almost crossed them reading the spine. I raised my head to see through to the other side. Jury glanced our way before immediately returning his attention to Bryce. Jury could probably spot me through the shelves, but there was no way he could tell what we were doing. My gut squirmed nervously as Judge yanked down my briefs as well, baring my ass.
I was going to hell. In my sacred sanctuary of books, I was about to have a mouth on my asshole.Fuck.
Judge shoved his face between my cheeks, tongue touching my hole insistently. There was nothing slow or romantic about the way he licked at my entrance, or how he thrust his tongue inside. He wanted me and was a wild animal I couldn’t contain. The only and quickest way to get through this was to let him have me. There was something extra-hot about doing this here, though. We were in public, and anyone could catch us at any second, yet he was still eating out my ass, his fiery mouth sucking kisses to my hole.
I grabbed a shelf and clenched my eyes, praying to whatever gods were listening that I didn’t lose my job over this. All I had to do was say the safeword, but I didn’t want to—I fucking loved this.
I moaned when his tongue delved deeper.
Bryce looked up with a frown, and Jury grabbed Bryce’s chin, dragging it in his direction and effectively diverting Bryce’s attention back to the hunky man in front of him.
I rocked my hips backward, biting my lip hard. Pleasure swirled in my balls, and my blood was on fire. I was about to explode from a rim job. It was all over when he cupped the head of my dick, stroking a thumb over my slit. I hissed and froze, my orgasm bombarding me. My balls drew up and cum shot from me, splattering across Judge’s palm.
