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The wetpopas I release his dick from my mouth sounds far too loud in the silent library. It seems to echo around us, noisy enough for anyone on this floor to hear. Adrenaline buzzes in my blood, the possibility of discovery adding a secret thrill.
I flick the slit at the tip with my tongue, then take him into the back of my throat, hollowing my cheeks so he feels the suction. Aidan’s hips jerk forward, and I know he’s fighting the urge to fuck my mouth. His hands are fisted at his sides, the sexy V between his hips clenched tight.
My hands land on his thighs, memorizing the feel of tensed muscle strained to stay still. I suck harder and Aidan grunts, his features tightening like he’s in pain.
“I’m going to come,” he warns.
I could pull away.
I’vealwayspulled away at this point. Never seen the appeal of swallowing. It’s always seemed gross. Unnecessary. He gets off either way.
But I don’t move. I reach up to play with his balls, appreciating he’s one of those guys who grooms and that there’s not a bunch of coarse hair in the way.
Warm, salty spurts start to fill my mouth, startling me. His cocks swells even more, which I thought was impossible.
And I swallow, fighting the urge to cough, the ache between my legs growing worse as Aidan watches me with an intoxicating combination of pride and possessiveness.
Arousal courses through me, knowing I’m responsible for that satisfied look on his face.
And then, the distinctivedingof elevator doors opening registers. The thrill of getting caught gets replaced by the terror of that actually taking place.
Reality rushes in.
I’m on my knees in the library for the campus playboy.
Those are facts.
My position. The location. His reputation.
What the fuck am I doing?
It was one thing before I knew who he was. When I was looking for a rebound.
But I let Aidan goad me into a situation that was a win-win for him. Either he was right or he got off.
Lose-lose for me.
I quickly stand, staggering back a step and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Aidan watches me closely, appearing unconcerned by my reaction as he tucks his dick away.
Hooking up in a public place is obviously no big deal to him. But until that night in his hot tub, I was strictly a sex in bed girl. And the thrill of giving in—of showing him I can let go—is gone, leaving me wondering, again, what the hell I’m doing.
I’m supposed to betutoringthe guy. Explaining statistical processes, not sucking his cock.
A low hum of voices becomes audible. Whoever just arrived on the elevator is headed this way.
I turn and walk away, my muscles shaky and my head spinning.
That just happened.
I have the lingering taste of him in my mouth to prove it. Blood is rushing south past my knees now that I’m no longer in a kneeling position.
But part of me can’t believe it did.
I return to the table in a daze. Two girls have settled in the armchairs closer to the window. I don’t recognize either of them, thankfully. Don’t have to make any small talk.
I just send them quick smiles as I hastily pack up my backpack.
