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And I hadn’t decided if I wanted to out them, or… watch.
I was officially a freak. Because right there in front of me was a guy grappling onto the top of the library shelves, showing off the expanse of his back, with his head bowed down. When I followed his gaze, I had to bite my tongue because the only thing I could see from this angle were two talon hands gripping onto the guy's jeans on either side of his hips.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, his head falling back before dropping to watch her because he couldn’t get enough of it. “You’re so hot.”
The girl was slurping so loudly, I couldn’t help but imagine all the things she was doing to make him feel like that. Honestly, the thought of it made me feel things I wasn’t entirely comfortable admitting. My core tingled, and there was a throbbing urgent need to touch myself because, as much as I hated them abusing the library like this, it was kind of hot.
“Keep going,” he said, his hips now thrusting into the shelves. Her head was banging into the metal rack, causing the books to shift. I winced a little, sending a prayer up to those poor books that were no doubt getting bashed from the experience, but I didn’t stop it. That tingling feeling was burning now. It was more urgent than I’d ever felt.
I could hear her gagging, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he thrusted harder, and I worried he might choke her to death. It was only when I looked at her sharp, red nails that I knew she was fine. They were digging into his jeans, guiding him to pummel into her faster.
Still gripping the books in one hand, I grabbed the shelf with the other because I couldn’t take my eyes off them. The feeling was piquing in me, but I knew there was no way an orgasm could happen without stimulation. Could it?
Still going, my eyes were just as glued as when I first found them. I couldn’t help myself. It was like watching a train wreck. Only there would hopefully be a happy ending.
“Oh god, I’m coming.” The guy was grunting so loudly now. I was surprised no one else had stopped them, but then again, they chose the most obscure place to do it. The shelf was shaking, and damn, it was hot.
I rubbed my thighs together, and the friction alone created enough of a sensation that a spark of electricity ran through me. It felt so good, but it wasn’t necessarily enough. I was feeling hot, flustered, and a little wet.
I held my breath as he grunted, rutting her mouth so hard that I dropped the textbook because I was too focused on watching them.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
That did not just happen, did it?
The grunting stopped, and my eyes were closed as I braced for impact.
“Did you hear that?” He asked because I assumed her mouth was still full, and I winced. They were going to find me and see that I was getting hot and wet over them. I involuntarily used them for porn. Wait, was that illegal? Wasn’t this technically voyeurism? I whimpered slightly, but then I remembered that I was on a different aisle. I could get out of here without them seeing me if I acted fast enough.
I turned, realizing it was a dead end. If I walked the other way, they’d cross my path and know I was watching them.
Oh my God. Oh my God. What am I going to do.
I guessed the only thing I could do now was make the shelf fall on me. At least I’d die covered in books instead of embarrassment over a potential Peeping Tom harassment charge.
Gripping the metal shelves, I was ready for it all to end, but suddenly, I felt a body drape against my back.
“Relax,” he husked out, his breath tickling against my neck. Tanner.
Had the shelves fallen on me already? Was this the last image my mind thought I wanted to see before I was off the planet for good? Or maybe I’d just knocked myself unconscious, and this was the dream that was supposed to help me get out of the coma.
Tanner’s hands laced with mine, and that was when I knew it wasn’t a dream. His hard callouses scraped across my skin, making it almost impossible to ignore the tingles it was shooting down my spine.
He guided my hands to the shelves, holding me in place, and at first, I thought maybe he was going to assist me in my downfall and take the shelves down for me. A kamikaze mission, no less. But he didn’t do that. He left them there. Dragging his hands down, I could have sworn he left the lightest of kisses on my jaw before his hand reached the midpoint of my thigh.
Just below my skirt hem. Slowly, slowly, his hand inched its way up. I closed my eyes and dropped my head to his shoulder because his touch felt like it was burning me. The tingles in my core were sparking off again, and there was no doubt if he kept going, he’d feel how wet my panties were.
He’d only touched my thigh, but pathetically after everything I watched, I felt like I might be close to an orgasm.
“Ooh, haha.”
That cackle.
It was enough to drench out any impending fire.
Rachel.
“Looks like we weren’t the only ones having a little fun in the library.”
