Page 62 of He Who Haunts Me


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“You’re not on the floor yet, baby.” He moved a hand to my thigh and pulled my leg around him. Where our bodies met was pure sin. You couldn’t conceal what he was doing to me. I wanted to tease about his library etiquette, but I felt that first wave. I buckled against his ravaging, and without his secured grasp, my face would’ve been buried amongst the titles.

In every aspect, it all crashed.

He hit that greedy spot and I lost hold on all inhibitions. My body came undone as I flooded us both, and the religious texts pushing for abstinence hit the floor with muted thuds. The snap of his hips met a chorus of vibrations in the aisle.

“JA—” I started to scream, but his large hand engulfed the lower half of my face and silenced me.

“Your screams are so beautiful,” he groaned behind me. “You’ll give them to me again.” I opened my eyes, tears streaming, and saw a small opening had been made on the other side of the shelf. A student rounded the corner of an aisle across from us.

We were going to be caught. Mrs. Whitcomb wasn’t here earlier, but there were a few students milling about.

My hands slipped from the shelf, and I teetered forward. He pulled me closer to him and turned me toward the floor where he lowered us down to kneeling. Jai’s size was intimidating, and with his body over mine, there was no other feeling than diminutive.

With no strength left in my arms, my face rested against the rough carpet while he angled my hips upward. I drew him back into me and his body quaked as his composure faded.

This position opened me to take all of him, and the sensation of being filled so deeply made me come again. It was too much. His hand sealed my cries again as my pussy tightened. I’d never want less and could never handle more. He was unmoving inside me, and I cried as my body jerked into a pitiful grind against him, seeking all of the sensation possible. I could live with Jai inside me and stretched beyond my physical limits.

“Your pussy is so greedy, Bexley.” His voice had been depleted to a raspy groan in lieu of a whisper.

I ground my hips back and forth more, chasing the fleeting sensation as my arousal dripped down my thighs. He pulled out with shaky penetrations, and my cheek was tender against the carpet. I groaned behind his hand.

“Whose cum paints this pretty pussy?” He mounted higher; my knees were lifted from the ground. He pushed to the back, taking that boundary farther. My tears streamed over his fingers. He released my hip momentarily and popped my ass. “Answer, Bexley.”

“Mmms,” I grunted behind his palm. I screamed and sobbedyours, but it wasn’t intelligible.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Make me come, baby,” he begged as he hit that deep corner. It was unlike any other feeling. I screamed more, muffled by his grasp, and tightened painfully before gushing all over his lap. My nails caught in the carpet as I grabbed for a shred of sanity. His cock jerked once, twice, and then hot cum covered me. He came so hard it pushed out around him. “My beautiful, filthy girl.”

There was no denying it: I belonged to Jaiden indefinitely.

Jai

She didn’t stir when I pulled out. I adjusted myself and moved her clothing back into place as she slumped on the floor, breathing heavily. I looked around at the mess of books and cringed at the initial thought of leaving them here and taking Bex back to the house.

“Bex,” I whispered, touching her cheek softly. I noted the carpet burn that started on the high curve. She was worn out and hardly sensible. She turned into my hand with a little murmuring. I looked through the exposed shelves for anyone lingering about. We weren’t as quiet as I hoped for, but there was little reservation when it came to Bex.

I picked up the books and shelved them without a care for accuracy. Bex was on the drowsy side of recovery, and I pulled her into my arms and let her rest against my chest. I had another class in roughly an hour, but I would miss the world passing if I could hold her in my arms a little longer.

“You did so good, baby,” I murmured into her hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Her delicate fingers twisted between mine and she sighed.

“That was a first for me,” she started to explain. “I’ve never done something so publicly before.” Her voice was raspy, no doubt from the stress she put on her throat from yelling behind my hand.

“I will have you everywhere on this campus by the time we graduate, and you can write that down as a promise.” She laughed it off, but I was serious. Exhibitionism with her sparked new hungers that wouldn’t be satiated so easily.

Chapter 15

October 30, 2020: Junior Year

Killer Confessions

I threw my textbooks against the wall.

“I’m fucking done!” I yelled into the empty room. I flicked open my knife and threw it at my photo wall. It landed beside his head.

Him.

Jai.

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