My fingers move to his pants, unzipping them with deliberate slowness. He curses under his breath, his body coiled tight.
I take my time—watching his breath hitch, feeling the tension simmer between us—as I free him.He’s hard, throbbing, and my smile turns wicked.
I trace my fingers along the length of his cock, teasing, tormenting, before gripping his hips and guiding him inside me.
The sensation is electric—a sharp gasp escapes my lips as I sink down onto him. The table creaks beneath us, the only sound in the otherwise silent library.
My hair falls wild around my face, and the thrill of it—the risk of discovery, the forbidden edge—makes every movement sharper, hotter. It fuels each thrust, each grind of my hips.
Max’s hands finally grip my waist, pulling me harder, faster. His breath comes in ragged bursts, his eyes locked on mine, dark and wild.
“Nora,” he warns, his voice thick with need.
I grin and lean in, capturing his mouth in a deep, breath-stealing kiss as we teeter on the edge.The quiet of the library is broken only by the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of pages stirred by movement.
His tongue tangles with mine, and then his hands slide up, cupping my breasts—squeezing, pinching—just the way I like.
But I’m not done yet.
I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. There’s a wicked gleam in my eye, a challenge in my voice.
“Is this enough for you?” I purr. “Or are you willing to keep going?”
His eyes flicker—curiosity, a hint of apprehension—but he nods without hesitation.
“I want more,” he says, voice raw and hoarse.
I slide off him, the loss of contact sending a shiver through both of us. I turn, pressing my hands against the table, my ass arched toward him. My heart is pounding, my skin flushed, and I can feel his eyes on me—hungry and eager. The cool air kisses my exposed skin, and I shiver—not from the temperature, but from anticipation.
“Prove it,” I say, my voice steady despite the tremor running through me.
Max doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him, and I feel him press against my entrance. I bite my lip, suppressing a moan, as he pushes inside me—slow and deliberate. The sensation is overwhelming—full, stretching—and I can’t help the sharp gasp that escapes me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice tight with restraint. “You feel so good.”
I don’t respond—too lost in the sensation of him filling me, in the way his hands hold my hips like he owns them. The table creaks again, the sound echoing through the quiet library, and I feel the thrill of it all—the risk, the danger, the raw, unfiltered desire. My pussy clenches around his cock, and I feel every ridge, every pulse, like he’s branding himself into me.
Max begins to move, his thrusts fast and hard. I push back against him, matching every stroke, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and the tension builds again, tight and hot in my core. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air—musky, primal—and it only heightens the heat.
“Nora,” he warns again, his voice strained. “I’m close.”
I grin, even though he can’t see it. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice low and commanding. “I’m not done with you.”
His hands tighten on my hips, his thrusts growing more urgent. I can feel him trembling, teetering on the edge, but I hold him there, riding the line. My nails dig into the table, grounding myself as I take control, savoring the power humming between us. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I know he’s fighting to hold back—fighting to give me what I want.
Finally, I let go. My body arches as I cry out, release crashing through me in waves. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, and I hear him groan my name as he follows—his thrusts turningfrantic as he spills into me. His cum fills me, hot and thick, and I feel a wicked satisfaction knowing he’s given me everything.
The silence of the library is shattered by our moans, by the sound of our bodies moving together. For a moment, nothing else exists.
We stay like that—breathless, trembling—until the world slowly comes back into focus. Max pulls out gently, his hands sliding down my arms to steady me. I turn and lean against the table, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
“I think I’ve found a whole new appreciation for the library,” Max says, his voice laced with amusement, “and everything it does for the citizens of New York.”
And we laugh. We laugh until our stomachs ache and tears stream down my face.
28
MAX
