She ignores me, undoing the button of my pants, bringing the zipper down. “I’ve never done this before,” she admits quietly, but she moves as if she knows exactly what she’s doing—the confidence radiating off of her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Rumi,” I start to say, wanting to tell her that I don’t want her to do this because she feels like she has to reciprocate. I want her to do it because she wants to.
God knows I fucking do.
She ignores me again. “So you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”
And that’s all it takes to have me convinced, not because she has me in the palm of her hand and wrapped around her finger all at the same time, but, even though she’s the one of her knees for me, I’m at her complete and utter mercy.
She lowers my pants and my boxer briefs just enough for my cock to spring free, the relief instant with how hard it was pressing against my zipper. Her eyes widen, like she likes what she sees, and I can’t lie and say it doesn’t boost my ego.
“You’re so big,” she says, lightly grabbing me by the base, her light touch sending a shiver through my entire body.
“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” I grit through my teeth, already seconds away from blowing my load, and she’s barely touched me. I wrap my hand around hers, showing her what kind of pressure I like, moving her hand with mine, up and down, as we stroke me together.
“Like that?” she asks, watching our hands move in tandem, and I can barely manage to nod, concentrating so hard on making this last.
“Yes, baby. Just like that,” I manage to say, slipping my hand from hers, gripping the shelves behind me with both hands to try to remain in some semblance of control.
I’m about to tell her I’m already so close, but I forget how to form words when she looks up at me and says, “You’re going to have to guide me through it.” She presses a kiss to the head of my cock, and my knees threaten to buckle. “We’re in a library, the perfect place to learn.” The way her eyes are looking up at me like this could have me come right now. “So, teach me.”
Before I can say anything, her lips wrap around my dick, tentatively at first, her tongue swiping off the pre-cum leaking out of my slit, and one of my hands instinctively goes to the back of her head.
She carefully works me into her mouth, adjusting to my size and the feel of me, and I resist moving my hips, letting her find her own rhythm.
My fingers tangle in her hair as I fight the urge to take control, my eyes closing as she takes me further in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss as her tongue lines the underside of my shaft. “Yes, just like that,” I tell her, and she does it again, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my throat.
With my fingers in her hair, I gently start to guide her rhythm, seeing how far she can take me. “Relax your throat for me, baby,” I manage to tell her through heavy breaths, and she does, taking me almost to the hilt. It’s almost too much.
I don’t want to push her too far, but her hands come to my thighs, gripping me tightly as I continue guiding her with my hold on her hair. When my grip tightens, a moan escapes her lips, vibrating against my cock, and I almost lose it right then and there.
My hips begin moving on their own, thrusting into her mouth, and she takes it in stride. I pick up speed, feeling her moan around me as I tell her how well she sucks my cock.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I warn, but her grip on my thighs tightens, her pretty blue eyes hazy with lust. I thrust into her mouth, faster and faster, chasing my release as she watches me.
Her eyes on me are what send me over the edge, coming into her mouth as she sucks me dry, and it honestly feels like I’ve died and gone to what people call heaven.
“Stand up and don’t swallow,” I growl as she slowly drags her lips over me one last time.
She does what I say, as I come down from my high, already knowing that I will never, ever, have enough of this girl.
“Show me.” I bring my hand to her chin, forcing her to look directly in my eyes.
Her eyes slightly widen before she carefully opens her mouth, my cum on her tongue eliciting a wave of possessiveness throughout my entire body—my mind already thinking of all the different ways I plan on claiming her.
“Swallow,” I order, and she does.
I press a kiss to her forehead, wishing I could throw her over my shoulder and lock her in my bedroom for the rest of our days—the caveman part of my brain threatening to take over my entire being.
So instead, we make ourselves presentable before I give her a pat on the ass and tell her, “Now, get back to the read aloud.”
She bites her bottom lip, suppressing a smile. She gets up on her tiptoes to press a small kiss to my lips before turning around and heading down the long passage back out toward the light.
I follow close behind her, grabbing her hand as we walk down the few flights of stairs and back to the first floor where the author has just started reading her book to all the children and their grown-ups.
Squeezing her hand, wishing I didn’t have to let go and walk back over to the station, I lean down to whisper in her ear. “See you tomorrow, pretty girl.”
