A high-pitched sound escaped through her fingers, and I stilled.
“What was that?”
Her eyes were wild, desperate. She shook her head.
“I think someone needs something in her mouth to keep her quiet.” I withdrew my fingers, glistening with her arousal, and brought them to her lips. “Open.”
She obeyed, sucking my fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on my skin. The sight nearly undid me. I watched her tongue swirl around my knuckles, her eyes locked on mine, and knew I couldn’t wait anymore.
“Ava.” My voice came out rough. “I’m gonna bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days. Turn around.”
Understanding flickered across her face, followed by a look of relief. We’d done everything but this—oral, hands, foreplay that left us both wrecked and wanting. I’d been holding back this final step, telling myself it was because I wanted to take things slow, wanted to make sure she was ready.
But that wasn’t the real reason, and I was too far gone to lie to myself anymore.
The real reason was that I’d been too chickenshit to have sex with her in a bedroom.
Location had never mattered to me before, but with Ava, a bedroom meant something. It meant intimacy, vulnerability, the kind of emotional nakedness I’d spent my whole life avoiding.
But here, in the dusty archives of the library with the risk of discovery hanging over us—this was different. This was risky, sure, but it was the right kind of risk. Physical, not emotional. This was sex as thrill-seeking and as something that could be filed away as just another wild story.
I pulled a condom from my wallet—I always had one on hand—and pushed my pants just past my butt. I didn’t want to drop them all the way, just in case we did in fact get caught. I slid the condom on and then shimmied Ava’s jeans over her toned ass and down to her knees.
“Fuck, you look so good bent over for me.”
I could stare at her like this all day, but we were on borrowed time and I wasn’t kidding when I’d said I needed to be inside her.
I positioned myself against her soaking slit.
“Last chance to back out,” I said, even though I might actually die if she said no.
In response, she pushed back onto my cock and I thrust forward, filling her in one move.
We both sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t dare make any other noise.
The sensation of being inside her nearly brought me to my knees. She was tight and hot and absolutely fucking perfect, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to come on the spot. Her walls gripped me like she never wanted to let go, and I had to bury my face in her neck justto breathe while my hands gripped her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, the word muffled against her skin. “You feel unreal,” I whispered.
She was trembling in my arms, her hands gripping the shelf so tight her fingers were turning white.
“You okay?” I was worried I hadn’t gotten her ready enough. But then she nodded and shushed me. Ah, she was bound and determined to succeed at this so she could cross it off her list.
I started to move, slowly at first, so she could adjust to my girth. But I quickly lost the battle for restraint. Something primal took over, some base instinct that demanded I claim her, mark her, make her mine in a way that could never be undone. I thrust deeper, harder, holding on to her hips like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
The bookshelf creaked ominously where she gripped it. Somewhere in the distance, a door opened and closed, but neither of us stopped moving. Her body had found a rhythm with mine that was making spots dance at the corners of my vision.
I angled my hips to hit a different spot, and her whole body seized. Her orgasm built and her inner walls started to flutter around my cock as I drove into her relentlessly, chasing that peak with her.
“Come for me,” I breathed against her ear. “Come for me, Ava. I want to feel you fall apart.”
She grabbed my hand and brought it over her mouth just as she shattered, her mouth open in a soundless scream, her body convulsing around me in waves. The sight of her—thefeelingof her—pushed me over the edgeright behind her. I buried myself to the hilt and came so hard I saw stars, my release pulsing into her while I buried my face in her shoulder to muffle my own low groan.
We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies still joined, my chest to her back and my mouth at her neck.
“I think I passed that time,” she said, glancing back at me, her cheeks flushed rosy and a blissed-out smile on her face.
I glanced around, confirming we hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention, then looked back at her. She was looking at me like no one ever had before, like I was special and someone worth keeping, and it made that fist around my insides squeeze tighter, higher up than it had ever been.
