by Celia Crown
“Amigo, you are officially a stalker,” Romero says next to me.
I shut the screen to my phone with Evie’s class schedule on it, I hadn’t used much of my appeal to charm the schedule out of Julie’s phone. That woman has no remorse at our business deal, she sent me the picture and I gave her the secret to Romero’s hair.
Girls and their cosmetics.
“I call it a precaution.” I cock an eyebrow challengingly at him.
If he rolls his eyes harder, they will permanently get suck at the back of his skull.
“Yeah, no. You’re the one she needs protection from.”
I pocket the ID and my phone, the other hand slams the locker shut. The lock turns on its combination to lose mine for security, the content in my locker isn’t much of value; some clothes to change and useless junk that I haven’t gotten the time to toss out.
Mine isn’t like the others, it doesn’t have half-naked women plastered on door or pictures of their family. I keep my family photo in my wallet, it’s a personal item that I like to keep close to heart.
“She doesn’t need to be afraid of me,” I said.
Romero sniffs through his nose, “Have you looked in the mirror recently, let’s forget about the face for the sake of this disagreement.”
He steps back, and his eyes dart up and down my dark pants and grey shirt, my shoes are comfortable as I pull on a cap.
“You’re six-foot-four, fucking two hundred fifty pounds, and you’re a Titan. That Chiquita is a midget carrot, you do the math on this.”
I reply back easily, “More reasons to protect her.”
Romero raises his hand in defeat and a sigh, “Go, go. I got your back.”
I nod my thanks.
Chapter Seven
Evelyn
I swear this English professor is on everyone’s most hated list.
Another email later, I can feel the panic in students’ bodies from miles away. It wrote with words so big that I had to break apart in portions just to understand the bare minimum of what this five-hundred-word email is saying.
This whole week is not going well.
First is losing my phone the morning after that VIP meeting, and then the man who keeps asking me out waited outside my apartment, and now this freaking email from hell.
It basically says he will reduce the percentages of the weighted grade but it’s due two days before.
So, three days with sporadic naps and caffeinated drinks, I finish the paper in record time with references and contact number of the interview I did over the phone with the football coach from the university.
My laptop is constantly charging on the kitchen table with my ass imprinting its shape on the wooden chair. I had to put a pillow under me because it was getting too uncomfortable and my back was hurting like someone stomped on my spine.
I was a hermit all three days, nothing can take me from the opened document. Food and water are amenities, I can live off of coffee until this insane change of schedule goes back to normal.
I wasn’t at home the entire time because I still had classes, but I only took the laptop because all my notes are in there and I can slip into the library for more information and try to get some work done before I go home.
Fingers flying on the keyboard and clacking away in the upper floor of the library is what people heard for who knows how long, they should know me as the clack-clack girl by now.
Finishing the paper is one hurdle, editing is a pain in the ass. I’m hardly blinking when I’m scanning the last couple of lines in the paragraph. The library is silent, I was lucky to get the private room at the back to focus.
Sometimes when there are distractions around me, my ears like to eavesdrop and before I know it, I’m staring into space. It’s hard to read when there’s shuffling of books and nails typing away on the keyboards, my grade depends on this paper.
“What are you typing?”
I say back without turning around, “My will to live.”
“Am I in it?”
This is a reserved room, no one should be back here. My back straightens in realization and my eyes widen in fright, jerking around my chair hurts my eyes more than my back as my view is gifted with the gorgeous quarterback.
Yes, I remember things about him.
I can’t say the same thing about Julie’s new man.
This private room isn’t a spacious one, claustrophobic people cannot be in here and this man is making me feel small and confined in this room. Large torso filling in the doorway as his hand locks it, his towering height dwarfs me as I stand up to face him.
There’s a bunch of questions that I want to ask him.
How did he find me, why is he here, and how is there not a commotion outside? One of the finest men graces their eyes with his gloriousness, anyone with half a mind would jump at the opportunity to talk to a legend.
For those who don’t keep up with sports, like me, would at least be interested in a man with a presence that demands attention more than his large body does.
“You didn’t answer your phone.” Adam’s brows come together as the color in his eyes turns dimmer.
The wheels in my head are rusty and slow, “Huh?”
“I called,” he points out, throwing the cap on his head to the table with my laptop.
Oh right, my phone is in the depths of unknown. I haven’t seen it in days, and frankly, I don’t have time to look for it.
“Sorry,” my cheeks itch as I scratch it, my lips pull into an apologetic smile. “I lost my phone.”
He’s not impressed at my explanation as he steps into my personal space, forcing me to intake his masculine scent. I want to bury my face into his chest and infuse the scent of caffeine with it.
“I meant to call but everything’s so hectic.” my chest shudders in a compulsory laugh as he backs me up to the edge of the table.
He strokes my cheek with a firm hand, “You weren’t avoiding me?”
My eyebrows jump to my hairline in confusion, “No, why would I be?”
“There’s a picture of us circling around,” he answers, I touch the back of his hands.
Every caress of my cheeks is feathery and warm, he has a frighteningly high body temperature. I want to find out how hot he can burn if he’s fucking me into oblivion.
My cheeks are red as I mentally shake away the image of him pounding into my pussy, growling in my ears and the scorching heat of his skin on me.
“No one looked at me funny,” I say, and his lips meet mine, measured and very sensually.
“They haven’t found out yet,” Adam grunts, fanning his minty breath over my lips.
My caramel creamer probably isn’t the best match with mint, but he doesn’t mind as he nips on my bottom lip.
Hardness push on my belly as I mewl breathlessly, it’s pulsing and throbbing under the loose fabric of his pants and yet, it doesn’t diminish the hotness from his cock.
“I’m still waiting for that date,” I mention, laughing on his lips as he slaps my laptop and pushes it aside with everything else.
He is going down to my neck, sucking and growling onto my pulse. “Dinner after.”
“Such a gentleman.” I chuckle, trailing off with a moan as his hands are restless in their exploring journey down my back
He has more inches on me than my laptop, so he has to lean down at an awkward angle to seal his lips over on the other side of my neck. My hands run over his back, feeling the tight muscles and radiating strength underneath.
I settle on holding his waist for a moment, relishing on the tongue sweeping and biting before I slide my palms up to his chest to stop him. His muscle stiffens under my touch and voluntarily move back, his eyes are lusty when he looks at me in question.
“I-I’ve never done this before.”
Nothing flashes in his face as the heartbeats under my hands are steady.
“I know,” he said.
I snap out of my stupor state, “How?”
“You walk like a virgin.”
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br /> I have no idea what this man is thinking but this doesn’t explain how he knows about how far I’ve gone on intimacy, Julie wouldn’t disclose this information to anyone, she values the secrets we shared with each other.
“What does that look like?” I narrow my eyes at him, his thumbs on my hips are not going to rub their way out of this.
“Not limping.” he offers that simple and ridiculous enlightenment.
The competitive side of me comes out and maybe going against a football player of one of the best teams is a bad idea. Competition is what they know about the most, and I regret my decision almost immediately if his words didn’t spark my body with fire.
“I could have met someone after you.” I glare.
His glare is much more daunting as my shoulders shrink back, his chest heaves in anger and the bite in his tone spirals in possessiveness.
“You’re mine, do you understand? No other man will touch you.”
I should stop talking but losing doesn’t sit well with me, it’s the reason why this paper has to be perfect and on time. This unreasonable man won’t let me finish with his thick cock rubbing on my stomach.
“I’m not yours,” I say back, keeping my head tilted to look him in the eyes.
His big hand snaps to my neck, strong fingers curling on my jaw. “Want to say that again, Evie?”
“Not yours.” I punctuate every word with an unwavering tone.
Blistering hands finding my waist, spinning me over with a squeak flying out of my mouth as he pushes me down on the desk. He allows his palm to linger heatedly on the small of my back as a warning, I stay completely still when his other hand gropes my inner thigh.
My jean shorts are a light wash of blue, I bury my face into my arms because I know that it’s dark around the crotch area. My knees knock together when he skims his finger over the thick jean material, sending a thrill of pleasure to my toes when he rubs the rough fabric to my sensitive clit.
“Still not mine?” he sneers into my ears.
I hold onto whatever bravery I have left, “N-no.”
“Let’s see how long that lasts.” his callused fingers pop the button open, unzipping the zipper in one swoop down.
He hooks his fingers to my hips and swiftly yanks both my shorts and panties down. I could feel the burn of his gaze on my dripping pussy and shame seers onto my skin, branding me in a haze of lust.
I swallow back a shocked cry when his fingers trace my wet slits, bumping my clit teasingly. My knees shake as he’s unfazed by my effort to stay quiet. He doubles his effort by sliding two thick fingers into my small hole, his chest rumbles in huskiness.
I fully expected him to tease me, bring me to the edge and make me suffer until I say that I’m his. I was prepared to have his tongue shoving between my folds and greedily sucking my clit to make me sing his name.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he draws little circles around my clit with the fingers he roughly shoved in and cruelly pulled out. My juices let him rub my button much more efficiently, rolling my engorged clit until I’m shuddering and shivering.
“Ah!” I moan behind my hands, my shoulders hunch over with my hips rolling on his fingers.
They slip back in with a squelch, sucking on the thickness while he curls them to rub on that special spots for me to see a starry sky behind my eyelids.
“Oh, oh!” my butt jerks to the incoming orgasm, butterflies flutter in my tummy as the tip of my fingers are trembling.
“Oh god, I-I’m—” my voice hitches quietly, tensing up with his finger trapping my clit between them to harshly pinch it.
Juices are dripping onto my panties, viscous and sticky as it clings to my thighs. Adam drops his ministration and I sob at his cruel intentions to make me suffer.
I was wrong to think he’s not going to torture me.
“Adam,” I whimper, my pussy needs to be filled with his fingers. Once it got a taste of being so wonderfully stretched, I don’t think my fingers will ever come close to his.
The height of my pleasure begins to simmer down, and I whine at the chance of an amazing orgasm going wasted.
“Say you’re mine and I’ll give it to you.” his breath hits my cunt, using and needy to be filled.
I slap a hand over my mouth as I shake my head, I still have a little dignity left in me to play this game. I’m preparing myself for whatever he has in mind, this is the back room of the library, but someone might still hear.
I’ll be the library girl for different reasons around campus. Clack-clack keyboard and sex noises isn’t a good thing to be linked to my name.
An odd calculation in my head suggests he’s going to put his face between my thighs. My folds quiver at the thought of his tongue spreading them and eat my cunt like it’s his last meal.
I am wrong again.
“This should change your mind,” Adam remarks with a smile in his voice.
My wet slits are forced open to accommodate his massive girth, splitting my small pussy open with my walls coiling around the intrusion and pulses. The vein on the underside of his cock throbs as I scream from my hands, tears blurring from my eyes in satisfaction and unadulterated lust coursing through my blood.
“So tight, Evie, so fucking tight.”
I sob his name.
Chapter Eight
Adam
“You okay in there, miss?” I glance briefly to the locked door.
The student’s voice is clear through the piece of wood as I grind teasingly into her small cunt, it’s gripping me like a sheath and I’m getting lightheaded just by staying firmly inside. Her coiling walls and shaking body struggle to take my girth, a sick pleasure grinds in my stomach; I want her to feel me so deep that nothing would satisfy her pussy unless it’s my cum spurting from my cock.
“F-fine!” she stutters, keeping the quiver from her tone down.
The voice asks again, “You sure? Are you hurt?”
Her body is strung uptight, I grasp her trembling hips while staring down at her round ass with her tiny slits spread obscenely wide.
“Stubbed my toe. I’m—” Evie whimpers as I draw back and thrust roughly back in, “—fine!”
“Okay?” the clueless student’s voice becomes silent and I have a feeling that dire consequences would happen if they are to notify the librarian.
I couldn't care less.
“What are you doing?” Evie’s hand tries to push my chest with her weak strength.
My stomach ripples in laughter at her feeble attempts to push a man who has more than a hundred pounds on her, I roll my hips to her scorching heat and her juices smear on my cock viscidly.
“Adam!” her hushed scream has a hint of desperation in them.
I purr with slow pumps, dragging the fiery nerves on my cock to a spot that has her hips bucking wildly.
“Please!” she whimpers, urging me to go faster with a sensual roll of her full hips and a tight squeeze of her walls.
“Not good enough,” I whisper, leaning down to trace the shell of her ear with my tongue.
Little puffs of air hitches and shivers tumbling down her small body like waves, I feel everything through both of our shirts. My chest rumbles like thunder when her shoulders shake and shrink into itself, she tries to stop the moans from spilling from her lips but it’s impossible when my hips decide to pick up a notch.
The confidence in me to make her cum without touching another part of her sings to the pride I have. I roughly take her, my handprints are hot and red under her hips. Sinking my fingers into her flesh, the pain makes her yelp with a wanton cry and I fuck her pussy relentlessly.
“Oh, oh!” she mewls quietly, crumbling a piece of paper in her hands.
“I think—oh! I’m—” broken words mingle with broken cries, I press more firmly and hammer her soaked cunt with blissful squelching thrusts.
Her beautiful back arches down, sucking my cock deeper with this new angle as her body shakes with her fluids sticking to my thighs.
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br /> My beautiful Evie is ruined and soiled by my cock. So tight, so wet. My balls draw up tight, I bite my bottom lip to ease the bubbling cum that’s spilling out from the tip to smear their ownership inside her rippling cunt.
Against my better judgment, I pull out completely. Her panicked protest and whining are deaf in my ears, my eyes are trained on the small gaping hole that was once stuffed with my girthy length. It’s filthy to see her pussy juice peeking out slowly and drooling down from the tiny opening.
My cock is coated with her sweetness, glistening and twitching angrily at the need to have her fluttering walls wrapped around me and spray my cum deep inside.
In due time.
Evie spins around, big green eyes watery and misery shining in brilliance. I purr deeply in my chest; her hands claw at my shirt to bring me into a kiss of sloppy tongue and clashing teeth.
“Please,” she murmurs, sitting her ass on the desk and spreads her legs over my waist to allow me to have a front view of her sodden pussy opening like a flower. I tap her clit, finding the strong jerk in her body rather pleasing as I scrape my thumb over the bundle of nerves.
She’s sobbing my name, “I’m yours, I’m yours!”
It’s what I want to hear as I grasp her hips and sink home. My shaft gets engulfed with her wet heat, pulsing in spasmodic rhythms and leaking dirty juices on the table. It trails down onto the floor with abandon as her hips grind erotically on my cock.
She clenches her eyes shut, keeping the green hues from showing me how debauched she is. She must feel my desire, my affections, and the intoxicating love through my savage pummeling.
Hot trembling folds yield for the large intrusion to take over her mind and body, they are submitting to me, but it’s not quite enough. Greediness snarls at me for more, every inch of her little body belongs to me as I will mark with my teeth, hands, and cum.
I hold one of her gripping thighs around my waist and the other is used to support my weight as I sink further into her welcoming warmth. Her breath hitches every time I dive back in, my own breath isn’t all that calm. The back of my neck is straining with a knot and my plunging hips twitch at the incoming orgasm.