Jaxon never misses out on a chance to call me his girlfriend, and it never fails to turn me into absolute mush. In the three weeks since we hadthetalk, Jaxon has been sweet and attentive. In fact, some might call him borderline obsessive.
Still, my virginity remains intact.
“I haven’t seen anyone who fits that description. PerhapsIcould be of service?”
Jaxon’s right hand wraps around my waist, his belt buckle scraping against my lower back. “Be a good girl and keep quiet. I’d hate for us to get caught.”
We aren’t actually in any danger of that happening—it’s after hours, and the door is already locked—but something about the idea gets my pulse racing.
“Quiet is part of my job description, sir.”
He groans out a low, drawn-out “fuck” and inhales deeply. His lips touch the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I like the sound of that.”
“Sir?”
“Mhm. Now bend over and let me take care of you.”
“What are—Oh.”
His hand slips beneath the hem of my skirt, his featherlight touch, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
I draw in a quick breath as he tugs my panties to the side.
“Look at you, getting turned on by a stranger.” His other hand travels under my clothing to caress my right breast. “You’re already so wet for me, baby.”
I lean my head back on his chest and sigh against the unexpected pleasure coursing through me. My body doesn’t seem to belong to me anymore as Jaxon bends me to his will.
“You’re shaking. Does the thought of me fucking you in the library make you nervous?”
“N-no.”Yes.
He groans. “Don’t worry. I have other plans for you.”
All too soon, his warmth disappears. I turn to plead for more, only to find that Jaxon has dropped to his knees behind me.
“Bend over and spread your legs,” he murmurs.
“Yes, sir.” I grip the shelf in front of me and bend at the waist.
I should feel bad for desecrating this sacred place, but I can’t find it in me to care. The only thing that matters right now is the feel of Jaxon’s hands roaming up my thighs.
He grips the sides of my panties and tugs them down until they’re trapped just above my knees. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”
Over my shoulder, I watch as Jaxon rests his glasses on the top of his head and spreads me open. His face disappears between my cheeks, and I moan at the first swipe of his tongue from my clit all the way to my ass.
He repeats the motion, adding more pressure and sinking two fingers inside, stroking against my inner walls. He devours me like pussy eating is an Olympic sport, and fuck if Jax isn’t going for gold. It’s a struggle to stay upright with each passing second.
The tip of his tongue swirls around my ass, the feeling so foreign I nearly lose my footing. A breathy “oh fuck” slips free.
Jaxon chuckles against me, and he drops the pretense. “You taste like mine, Callie baby.”
“Jax. I’m so close.”
He nips at my thigh and brings his mouth back to my center, sucking on my clit with added fervor.
“Please please please.” The words come rushing out in quick succession, but they don’t seem to be coming from me as they echo through our dark alcove. A coil of tension inside of me winds tighter and tighter with each movement.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
