I might needto start having my mail forwarded to the campus library with how much time I’ve spent here the last few days. I reach my arms overhead, shifting cautiously to make sure I haven’t started to grow roots in this chair.
The last person that was sharing the floor with me, packs up her things, and stands from the table. I check the time on my phone, knowing I should take a page from her book and follow suit, but I decide against it, opening another tab on my laptop.
I’m so focused on the screen in front of me, that when I hear the soft scrape of the chair beside me, I startle.
“Chloe baby. This isn’t healthy.” Maverick uses one single finger to press the screen of my laptop closed, slow enough that I could protest if I wanted.
I don’t.
I smile at the man beside me, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m so tired from studying, or I’ve gotten used to seeing him every day, but seeing him now after two days apart, makes the backs of my eyes burn.
He leans forward in his seat, rubbing a hand across my back, and dropping a kiss to my cheek. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi.”
He smiles around a piece of gum, and just when I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m about to take his face between my hands, he pulls back. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Maverick stands from the chair, holding his hand out to mine, and I slide my fingers between his. He leads us through shelves of books, and down a dimly lit corner of the library, much like he did the last time we went for a walk, only this time, he never lets go of me.
“You’ve been so busy, I haven’t seen you in two days.”
He stops walking, and I lean against the end of a bookshelf. His eyes drink me in, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I feel the weight of his attention everywhere. The warm air that felt so stale and stuffy before he showed up feels alive and buzzing now.
“Did you miss me?” I ask.
He drops his head to the crook of my neck, whispering against the sensitive part of my skin. “Enough that I fucked your scrunchie.”
“Oh my God.” I drop my head back, trying to suppress my laugh, but the urge flees just as quickly as it came when Maverick places an open mouthed kiss to the column of my throat.
“Mav!” I whisper-shout. “We’re in the library.”
“I’d tell you to be quiet, but honestly, I don’t care if anyone hears.”
He keeps our hands connected and his eyes on me as he takes a step back, then drops down to his knees.
“Wait,” I start, but it comes out empty of any real protest.
He lets go of my hands and runs his up the tops of my legs. The tips of his fingers dip under the hem of my skirt, and I drop my head to the bookshelf behind me. My eyelids flutter closed as he slides his hands further up until his thumbs reach the hem of my underwear. Just the slightest movement is all I need for his thumb to be where I long for it.
I run my fingers over his short hair, and his eyes are already on me when I look down at him.
“Touch me.”
His eyes narrow, but it’s the devilish smirk on his face that does me in when he lifts his thumb, hovering it so close over my clit I can feel the heat.
“Ask me nicely.”
My breath stutters and I have to fight the instinct not to rock my hips into his face. The air between us is practically humming as I lift my leg and drape it over his shoulder. I trail my hand down the side of his face, until I can cup his cheek, and slide my thumb along his bottom lip. He leans in, drawing it into his mouth. His tongue sweeps slow and deliberate and his teeth graze my skin just enough to make my stomach tighten. I pull my thumb free, but leave it resting on his lip.
“Please touch me,” I whisper.
“So sweet,” he says, hooking his finger through my underwear and pulling it to the side, exposing how wet I already am. “But you could have told me to go fuck myself, and I still would have done this.” His mouth seals over me, and I throw my head back at the shock of the sensation. There's no slow teasing, no gentle build. His mouth suctions hard over my clit, his tongue moving so fast it feels like it’s vibrating, and when he hums in satisfaction, the feel of him brings me to the edge. I grip the shelf behind me, my leg trembling where it’s hooked over his shoulder, and then I’m flying. Like every star in the sky is crashing into me at once. I come apart in wave after wave, pleasure rolling through me until there's nothing left but heat and breath and his hands on my hips holding me together.
37
chloe
Sometime in thelast two hours, the main floor of the library has almost completely filled up. Between tutoring, classes, volunteering, and all the time I’ve been spending with Maverick, I knew that I had to turn my phone on DND, plug the flow state app in my headphones, and get to studying. It would appear I’m not the only one that's either behind, or just trying to get a head start on finals. I stretch my arms over my head and crack my knuckles. I offer a hushed,‘Sorry,’when the girl across from me looks up like I’ve fired off a canon rather than just popped my small bones.
