Lip Locked in the Library

by McKenna Rogue

  V shifted again, this time she spoke. “Hey, it’s almost six.”

  Scowling, I checked the time on my phone. Sure enough, we were going to be late for the game. “We’re going to be late.”

  She shifted her body against mine and leaned back so she could meet my gaze. “Do you have your heart set on it?”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting instead?”

  She licked her lips. “We haven’t had dessert yet.” She shifted, so she was straddling me. “I’m not sure I want to share you with a stadium full of people when all I want to do is kiss you.” Her pelvis planted against mine while her fingers trailed down my chest and arm.

  My hands were already sliding up her thighs. “What exactly are you saying, V?”

  “I’m saying we stay here. We make out, maybe watch the sunset in a little while. Maybe you get a chance to curb that oral fixation you seem to have.” She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against my chest as she whispered, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it would be like to have you eat me out.”

  Groaning, I gripped her ass and pulled her against me while rocking up into her. My cock was rock hard at her suggestion and I liked that her hips rocked back against me.

  “Screw the game.”

  V kissed me again, her hands sliding up my back, pushing my shirt up until her fingers were pressed into my shoulder blades, holding me to her as tightly as I held her to me. I broke the kiss with a moan and pressed my forehead to hers.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes. I want to see you.”

  “Fair’s fair.” She smirked and pointed at my shirt. “If I’m losing clothes, so are you.”

  I leaned back just enough to tug off my shirt, revealing my chest. She was the first person in a long time to see all my tattoos—the full sleeves down both arms, the equation along my collarbone, the memorial for my little sister who died too young because of a drunken driver.

  I didn’t feel exposed with V. I didn’t feel like she was judging or dismissive.

  Her eyes traced all my exposed ink, taking it all in with a look of wonder in her eyes. Her fingers followed, as she glided over my skin with a featherlight touch.

  The tattoos were my life—more than my name or where I lived, more than what I did for a job—the one thing WITSEC couldn’t take away from me.

  Without a word, Veronica reached down to the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, tossing it on top of mine in the grass next to us.

  She wore a black, lacy bra that hugged the swell of her tits perfectly, but my eyes only lingered there for a second before dropping down to the scars across her belly, none more than an inch long, but I counted at least nine.

  She made no effort to cover them. Instead, she grabbed my hand and pressed my palm to the scars, covering most of her abdomen with my larger hand. The raised scar tissue felt soft under the pads of my fingers.

  “It was four years ago. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some asshole left me for dead, just because I saw something I shouldn’t have.” She grabbed my wrist as my hand trailed over the scars. “I—I know they’re not pretty….” Had someone seen these and thought ill of her? I couldn’t imagine someone being so stupid. I was in awe of her.

  I gripped her hips and lowered her down to the blanket next to me, gently laying her down on her back, kissing every scar I could see.

  “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.” I shifted, nudging her legs apart so I could settle between them. “But I’m so glad you fought. That you made it through that, that you’re here with me.”

  How had she ended up in the wrong place? I guess the same way I did with Lucky’s. Is that how we ended up together now, the universe righting itself after so many bad things?

  Her hands slid up my shoulders, pulling me down against her.

  I kissed her hungrily, and as she arched up to meet me, I reached under her and popped the clasp of her bra, letting the delicate lingerie loose from her breasts. While my tongue tangled with hers, we maneuvered the lacy item off her arms until her bare chest was pressed against mine. Holy fuck, her tits were perfect. Her nipples were hard buds and I wanted them in my mouth until she was begging me for more.

  If she cared she was topless in a public park where anyone could stumble on us, she didn’t show it as her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and her hips rocked up against mine.

  The motion of her hips made me want to know just how wet she was. I wanted to strip those tiny shorts off her legs and dive in for a taste, but there were still so many areas I needed to kiss, needed to touch before I gave in.

  I broke our kiss, pressing my lips along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, slowly moving down closer to her breasts. I kissed along the top of one breast, then the other, over and over, each kiss bringing me closer to the taut, berry-colored nipples. When I finally sealed my lips around one, nibbling it gently between my teeth before sucking on it and circling it with the tip of my tongue, Veronica arched into my mouth and let out a moan. Her hips bucked up again, and as I circled her other nipple with my thumb, I reached down and popped open her shorts, sliding my fingers inside to feel her warm, wet cunt for the first time.

  “Archer…” V groaned as I slipped through her wet folds, my tongue still working her nipple in playful little flicks.

  God, I loved hearing her say my name like that. Her voice was thick with need, and as I kissed my way from one nipple to the other, her fingers gripped my hair and tugged a little.

  I bit into the soft curve of her breast, just hard enough to make her whine before I sealed my lips around her other nipple and gave it the same attention.

  Sliding my hand a little lower, my fingertips circled her wet opening, teasing her. She arched up against my palm, I pressed two fingers deep inside of her. She was already so wet, so tight, I could imagine what she’d feel like squeezing my cock.

  V tugged my hair a little harder, and I flicked my tongue over her nipple one more time before I pulled off it and looked up at her.

  “Did you need something?” I smirked at her as I slid my fingers in and out of her in a slow, even rhythm.

  She licked her lips and rocked against my hand. “Your tongue. Now.”

  I curled my fingers inside her, pressing against her G-spot.

  “I’m going to need you to be a little more specific. Tell me where you want my tongue, V.”

  She clenched around my fingers as her eyes closed and her mouth opened with a soft pant.

  Her eyes blazed with need as they met mine; the storm usually brewing there was now lit up with fire. “Take off my shorts and fuck me with your tongue. I want to come all over your mouth, Archer. Now.”

  I licked my lips as I pulled my fingers from her and slowly tugged her shorts and panties down over her hips.

  Veronica propped up on her elbows as I slipped her shorts off her and spread her legs. As I knelt before her, she chewed her lower lip and watched me.

  Fuck she was beautiful. “Archer?” V looked at me, her nerves playing over her face even as she spread her legs a little wider.

  “Just admiring the view for a second. You really are sexy as hell.” I traced my fingers up and down her thighs, stopping just shy of her cunt each time. “You’re sure about this?”

  “Archer, I’m naked, in a public park with the guy I like between my thighs. Just eat me out already.”

  Sliding my hands back up her thighs, I pressed them down onto the blanket, keeping her spread wide as I leaned down and slicked my tongue over her folds for the first time. Groaning, I traced over her opening before flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit. She was everything I’d hoped and more as I licked and sucked at her most intimate spots, finding out exactly where to touch, where to taste, and with what speed and pressure to make her the most responsive.

  And responsive, she was. V arched up against my mouth, fighting the hold I had on her thighs as she moaned and writhed under me. Her pussy got wetter and sweeter, so
aking my chin in her juices as I delved my tongue into her depths.

  “Oh God, Archer, don’t stop.” Veronica’s voice was huskier now, her thighs practically quivering under my hands as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it again and again with my tongue.

  V’s fingers slid through my hair, tugging even as she pressed me down into her pussy like she would never get enough.

  I didn’t think I could get enough either as her hips rocked into my face again and again. I wanted nothing more than to make her come, to taste her sweet release as she climaxed. Releasing one of her thighs, I slipped two fingers deep into her core, curling them up into her G-spot as I licked and sucked her clit, driving her higher and higher.

  V’s leg came up, draping over my shoulder, squeezing her thigh muscles as her heel dug into my back, and she arched up off the blanket. She let out a muffled scream, and I glanced up to see her biting her fist to muffle her scream as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

  God, she looked amazing lost in climax—her head thrown back, her breasts pressed up toward the sky—but that paled in comparison to how she tasted. I could’ve drunk in her orgasm all night if she’d let me. Her pussy squeezed down so hard on my fingers, I wished it was my cock feeling the velvety vice-like grip clamp down on my shaft and milk me for all my come.

  As her body started to relax, I pushed her up again quickly, not wanting her passion to end, not wanting to stop until I’d wrung out every last drop of orgasm she had in her.

  She came again quickly, but just as hard, and as she started to come down from it, she tugged on my hair, pulling me up and away. “Good God, Archer.”

  “You taste amazing.” I licked my lips, tasting every bit of her I could and grinned.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” She shifted, pulling her hips away from me until she was sitting up, out of reach of my tongue. “Or get us arrested?”

  I reached for her, leaning forward to kiss her hungrily.

  “I believe that was your demand this time. If you didn’t want to risk arrest, maybe you should’ve demanded I take you home first.” As I pulled her back into my lap, so she was straddling my erection, I grinned. “Don’t think for one second I’m going to apologize for making you come so hard.”

  She rocked her hips against mine. “I guess my climax isn’t the only thing that’s hard, is it?” She kissed along my jawline, slowly sliding her hips back, down my legs as she kissed my neck, then scraped her teeth along my collarbone. “What should I do about that?”

  “V…” Just the thought of her wrapped around my cock had me leaking in my boxer briefs.

  “You made me come in your mouth.” She slid her fingers along the waistband of my shorts, just toying with the button. “I should return the favor.” The fiery lust burning in her blue-grey eyes made me want to groan.

  “You don’t have to…” My words trailed off as she undid my shorts and slid her hand into my boxers, stroking her hand down my shaft, licking her lips as her palm explored my length.

  “Are you saying you don’t want me to? Because I think your cock wants me to.” As if to punctuate her point, she circled the tip, dragging her fingers over the head slowly. I closed my eyes and let out a low groan as her fingers encircled my shaft and squeezed a little.

  I lifted my hips when Veronica tugged on my shorts, helping her get them down, along with my boxers, just enough for my cock to pop free.

  “Mmm, you are big everywhere, aren’t you?” She kissed down my chest, taking her time to catch one of my nipples in her teeth for just a second before she continued down. All the while, her hand worked over my shaft, squeezing just hard enough to keep me in a state of need.

  When her tongue swirled over my tip for the first time, I almost lost it. I thrust into her mouth, my fingers curling into her hair. But I pulled back letting her take the lead again.

  V explored my dick with her lips and tongue, going almost painfully slowly as she kissed and licked from the tip to my balls and back again. Still, I wasn’t prepared for the wet heat of her mouth as she sealed her lips around my head for the first time. She hollowed out her cheeks as she took me deeper, sucking her way down my length. Her hand stayed wrapped around my base, holding me in place and squeezing so it felt like she was surrounding all my cock at once.

  She started bobbing her head up and down, her tongue pressing against my shaft roughly.

  “Veronica, you…” I wanted to tell her how amazing she felt, how incredibly she was working my cock with her mouth, but I could barely think enough to string together a sentence, let alone verbalize one.

  She moaned, her whole mouth seemingly vibrating in response, and she moved faster. If she kept this up like this, she was going to make me come… and come hard.

  “V, I’m gonna…”

  Pulling her mouth from me, she dragged her tongue down my shaft again to twirl it around my balls.

  “I want you to, Archer.” She traced her way back up my dick again, sucking my head back into her mouth for a moment. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  She looked so fucking sexy, straddling my knees, her breasts hanging low as her tongue traced over my tip again and again.

  “Then put my cock back into that hot little mouth of yours and make me come.” My voice dropped, low and demanding, and I reached down to grope her breasts as she lowered her mouth back onto my shaft.

  Sucking hard, she moved over my cock like all she wanted was to make me come.

  Gripping her hair, I thrust roughly into her mouth, my cock pulsed, and I let go. Veronica kept her lips sealed around me, her cheeks filling up until I finished. I could feel her throat contracting as she swallowed hard. The tension in my body eased as V bobbed a few more times, drinking in the last of my orgasm.

  Slowly, she pulled off me and licked her lips like a cat who’d just had a tasty treat.

  “God, V, if you’re that good with your mouth… I can’t wait to see how explosive we’ll be when I finally get to fuck you properly.” I pulled her up into my arms and shoved the picnic basket off the corner of the blanket so I could wrap it around us both. I didn’t want her to feel she needed to get dressed quite yet.

  If it were up to me, she’d never get dressed again.

  She cuddled against me, her head lying on my shoulder as the sky turned into twilight around us. “Thank you, Archer.”

  “For what?” I looked down at her, running my fingers through her hair as she traced the equation at my collarbone.

  “For everything today. I had a really nice time.” She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “And a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.”

  “If you want another,” chuckling, I reached down to grab her ass and pull her in tighter against me, “all you have to do is ask.”

  “I might just have to do that. “But for now…” V threw a leg over my hips, so she was pressed against me almost completely. “I think maybe we should head back to town. It’s getting dark…”

  “Or we could stay out here all night. I don’t want to let you go.” I sighed.

  “You mean you don’t want me to put clothes on.” She grinned at me. “Admit it, you only like me for my body.”

  Pulling her more on top of me, so she was straddling my still semi-hard cock, I cupped her ass in both hands and massaged it.

  “I do like your body. I also like you for your smart mouth and your gorgeous smile. I like you because you’re easy to talk to, and when you’re around, I don’t feel so alone.” I kissed her and smacked her ass. “But I do like your body.”

  “Come on, Archer,” V smirked and ran her fingers over my chest again. “Let’s get up and get dressed before you have to hike back to the car with a rock-hard cock.” She swatted her arm. “Or before the bugs eat us alive.”

  I thought it might’ve been too late for that, especially as she stood up, completely naked and started looking for her shorts.

  Instead of watching her and letting my thoughts get too carried away, I handed over her shorts,
stealing the lacy panties.

  “Archer, if you keep pocketing my panties, I’m not going to have any left.” She held out her hand, and I reluctantly gave them back.

  “Maybe that’s the idea.”

  “Maybe I like watching you strip them off me.” She slipped them on, then pulled her shorts on. “Where did you throw my bra?”

  I shrugged and pulled my boxer briefs and shorts back into place before I helped her look for our discarded clothes. As soon as we were dressed, I picked up the blanket and the basket, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

  “Can I see you tomorrow?”

  “We’ll see.” She smirked. “Let’s go, Archer.”

  We walked back down the path toward the car, but I didn’t want to let go of her once we got to the parking lot. I liked having her in my arms, liked that her taste still lingered on my lips. By the way she was leaning into me, I didn’t think she wanted tonight to end any more than I did.

  “Why don’t we go back to my place? We don’t have to do anything; I’m just not ready to let go of you yet.”

  For a moment, it looked like V was going to agree, but she shook her head.

  “I think you’d better just take me back to my hotel.”

  I let her slip from my arms so she could get into the car, but I couldn’t help but feel like she’d just put up a wall again.

  One that she’d had down all evening.

  One that kept her from letting me have her in my arms.

  I pulled into the parking lot at the bed-and-breakfast with every intention of walking her to her room, but V just leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth.

  “Thanks again for tonight, Archer.”

  She pushed open the car door and moved so quickly into the hotel, it almost felt like she was running away.

  Maybe she was.

  9

  VERONICA

  I shouldn’t have let things go so far with Archer last night.

  But God, the man was good with his tongue. And spending the afternoon with him had only allowed me to get worked up by his touch and his mind. I was starting to care less about the job and more about Archer. And I wanted to know what he was hiding from. I wanted to know all his secrets. I wanted to know if I could trust him, because I already did, and it was probably going to get me killed.