Complicated

by Claire Kent

  His heat and scent and touch overwhelmed her and Victoria moaned helplessly in the back of her throat. They were alone in this part of the library. It was a section that was hardly ever used. And Victoria couldn’t even wrap her mind around the fact that she probably shouldn’t be making out semi-publicly in her place of work.

  Greg seemed to be just as out of control as she was, and he started gathering up the back of her skirt with his groping hand. When he’d pulled it up around her hips, he stroked the full curve of her ass, sliding his hand over the soft skin and the skimpy lace of her panties.

  Her pussy starting to ache insistently, she lifted one of her legs and tried to hook it around the back of his thighs. She wanted to rub her groin against him, wanted as much stimulation as she could get.

  He was just as aroused as she was. He was hardening against her middle and making muffled, throaty sounds against her mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose and rocked his groin into her with involuntary little thrusts.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he rasped, tearing his lips away and mouthing a line along her jaw. His skin scraped erotically against hers—just rough enough to send tingles of pleasure down to her center. “I missed you.”

  His words affected her just as powerfully as his touch, and Victoria’s head lolled back against the shelf behind her, pushing the books back toward the wall. “Me too,” she said, gasping when his mouth lowered even more to bite down lightly on the throbbing pulse in her throat.

  One of her arms flew up to cling to the shelf at shoulder-height, pushing back more of the musty, seldom-used books. Her fitted suit jacket stretched taut across the swell of her breasts, and she wished she was wearing fewer clothes.

  Greg evidently wished the same thing because his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her jacket until he was able to push it open. His big hand slid up to cup her left breast and her nipple tightened into a peak at his touch.

  Victoria whimpered as she felt corresponding tugs of pleasure at her pussy. And then she bit down on her lip hard when he flicked at the nipple with his thumb.

  His erection pressed against her insistently—tight in the confines of his trousers. Victoria tried to balance herself enough to rub her arousal against his, still clumsily trying to get her leg higher around his thighs.

  He hooked one of his hands around her raised thigh—just where her lace-topped, thigh-high stocking met her bare skin—and held her leg in place, giving her enough stability to get some good friction on her clit.

  Her cheeks were blazing now, and her glasses had slid about halfway down her nose. She would have taken them off completely, but she couldn’t seem to let go of Greg’s neck. She shamelessly ground herself against him—the fabric of his pants incongruously soft against her hot pussy—not even caring if she looked overly eager or desperate.

  “Oh fuck, baby, that’s right.” His face was hovering in front of hers—his eyes smoldering and his voice like gravel. “Are you going to come like this?”

  “Yeah,” she gasped, using his solid strength to give her the stability to let herself go. “Yeah, please.”

  He adjusted his leg to ease her awkward position, and she let out a shaky gasp of relief as the stimulation intensified on her clit. “Fuck, Victoria, you’re so gorgeous. So hot.”

  She rocked and squirmed, almost on the edge.

  “Look at you,” Greg murmured, “In your suit and glasses. About to come against my leg in the back of a library.”

  She made a sobbing sound of anxious pleasure—realizing how she must look, imagining someone coming through the stacks and seeing her here.

  “What would they say if they saw you like this? They think you’re a proper librarian but what if they saw how hot and naughty you really are?” His breath blew against her damp skin, and his eyes were devouring her urgent, jiggling form.

  Her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure deepened almost unbearably. She rubbed her pussy eagerly against his thigh, supported by the bookcase behind her and Greg’s body in front of her.

  “Let go, baby. Let go.”

  She took a slow, deep breath—remembering how it had released and intensified her pleasure the last time they’d been together. In doing so, she lost control of her orgasm and it spiraled up without warning.

  She cried out—too loudly for a library—as she came hard against his leg. She would have lost her balance and fallen over had he not been holding her up with his unwavering grip.

  Then she buried her face in his shoulder, gasping and shaking, both exhilarated and mortified by what she’d just done.

  She’d humped the leg of a respectable, well-dressed man in her own library, where anyone might have seen her.

  Greg pulled her head back and kissed her fiercely, his mouth moving against hers with almost brutal intensity. Her lips were swollen when she finally pulled away and something shuddered deep inside her.

  Greg’s body was so tense she could feel his clenched muscles beneath his suit. “Is there somewhere we can go?” he rasped, “Or did you want to try it here?”

  She looked past him at the rows of tall shelves and academic books. It might be kind of exciting—with so much danger of being caught—but it would be awkward and uncomfortable, since they’d have to fuck standing up.

  Plus, this was her place of work, and there was only so stupid she would be about that.

  “There’s a study room just over there,” she said, pulling her skirt down and walking shakily toward the opposite wall. Greg followed. And she was sure she could feel his eyes focused on her rounded bottom beneath her wrinkled skirt.

  It was a small room—with a table and four chairs for a small group of students to study. The door closed but didn’t lock. And there was a square window through which anyone could look.

  But hardly anyone ever came back to this corner—the theology books were the least used in the entire university library—and it was even less likely that someone would peer into the study room. This was the best they could do, if they were going to fuck here and now.

  “Is this okay—” she began, shutting the door and turning to face Greg.

  He didn’t even let her finish. Instead he drew her into another fierce kiss.

  She returned it with equal ardor, clawing at his suit in a futile attempt to feel his bare skin. He had way too many clothes on, and she wasn’t likely to get the chance to take them off.

  As if he’d read her mind, he tore his mouth away. “I’m pretty far gone,” he muttered, rubbing his coarse cheek against hers. “I’m afraid this isn’t going to be one of my more stellar performances.”

  She gave a broken laugh. “God, Greg, just fuck me. Soon.”

  With a hoarse groan, he turned her around and put a hand on her back, gently pushing her down until she was bent over the table. She braced herself with her hands on the surface and gave a shuddering moan when he lifted her skirt until it was bunched up around her waist.

  She started to take off her glasses, but he stopped her with a gruff, “No. Leave them on.”

  Then she heard fabric rustling as he unfastened his trousers. Then felt his fingers between her legs. He pushed her panties aside and explored briefly—sliding his finger into her pussy to check that she was ready.

  She was more than ready. She was swollen, aching, and drenched.

  And she couldn’t suppress a low cry of satisfaction as she felt him align his cock at her entrance and push into her.

  The penetration was substantial, and she pushed against the table in response.

  “Fuck,” Greg rasped. His hands gripped the flesh of her ass so hard it would probably bruise.

  Victoria whimpered and rocked her bottom against him, dying for stimulation to ease the deepening ache at her center.

  Greg responded immediately, pulling his pelvis back only to pitch it forward again, driving his cock inside her.

  Victoria released a few breathless huffs of effort in response to the raw pleasure. Her fingers fumbled for purchase on the smooth surface
of the table as she bent over even further.

  He thrust into her again, his hard cock rubbing deliciously against her sensitive inner walls.

  “Mm.” She bit down on her lower lip again, trying to stifle the sound. Anyone who walked by might hear.

  Might glance through the window and see her folded over the table with her skirt up around her waist—and Greg, half-dressed and primitive, gripping her bottom and pounding into her from behind.

  The knowledge intensified her pleasure even more, and Victoria felt the sensations swelling up as Greg accelerated his motion into a fast, forceful rhythm.

  His angle shifted slightly, and Victoria felt shudders of new pleasure rippling out from the contact.

  “Oh God! There!”

  Greg grunted and kept up the new angle, hitting her g-spot on every stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, half under his breath. “So hot and wet and tight and—”

  Victoria’s muffled sounds got shriller as the momentum of her climax intensified.

  He took a ragged breath and hooked his hand around her inner thigh, pulling it up slightly and parting her legs even more to sink more deeply inside her. “That’s right, baby. Do you like it like this?”

  “Yeah. Fuck me hard.” She didn’t even know what she was saying. The frantic words just spilled out of her mouth as she stared hazily at the window and half expected to see someone pass by. If they did they would see her—the proper librarian—getting fucked over a table. “God, don’t stop!”

  Greg was grunting now, primal sounds timed to his rapid thrusts. “Baby,” he rasped, falling out of rhythm, “Baby, I can’t—”

  Unable to smother the sound completely, Victoria cried out, using her hands to brace herself so she could shake her bottom frantically against Greg’s now erratic thrusting.

  “Victoria!” The last word was strangled and desperate, and she knew he’d lost it. The groan he let out was long, hoarse and uncontrolled and his pelvis jerked urgently against her ass.

  The knowledge that he’d wanted her so much he’d come against his will was enough to push Victoria into climax as well. Her body jiggled wildly as she fell over the edge. She started to cry out.

  Barely had enough time to stuff her fist into her mouth to muffle the sound.

  Her orgasm was so powerful she had to bite down on her fingers as her pussy spasmed hard around Greg’s cock.

  Their contractions lingered into breathless, sweaty, exhausted satisfaction. Greg planted his hands on either side of her body to support himself on shaking arms—obviously close to collapsing on top of her.

  Victoria had fallen forward so far that her cheek was pressing damply against the table. When she finally found the energy to pull up again, her skin clung to the smooth surface.

  Greg’s breathing sounded forced and painful as he slid his slick, softening cock out of her tightened channel. Then he straightened up and fastened his pants before he helped to pull her up as well.

  He took her in his arms, holding her hungrily as she tried to pull down her skirt over her naked thighs.

  It was only then that Victoria started to think. Really think.

  She’d just lost whatever progress she’d made in getting over him.

  She was back to the beginning. Worse than the beginning.

  She wanted him more now than ever.

  “Greg,” she choked, trying to pull away.

  He didn’t let her go. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it was a mistake.”

  “But,” she tried again, “but nothing has changed. We agreed—”

  “Fuck what we agreed to.” Greg finally pulled back so he could look down into her face. His expression was twisted with an emotion she couldn’t quite recognize. “I changed my mind.”

  She felt the slightest flare of hope but couldn’t indulge it. “But your daughter. We agreed. It’s not worth hurting her for just sex.”

  “I know. It’s not.”

  The flare of hope she’d felt died a sudden death—despite the fact that she’d tried to ignore it.

  Greg gripped her shoulders with almost brutal force and his gaze claimed hers unwaveringly. “I know we agreed it was supposed to just be sex. I know it’s not fair to change terms like this. But I thought it would work. I thought all I needed was some physical satisfaction, and the rest of my life would provide me with everything else. But that’s not how it worked out. I thought it was just sex. But it wasn’t.”

  Victoria stared up at him blankly. “What?”

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I think about you all the time. Not just about how good we are in bed. But about your smile. And your silly glasses. And how excited you get about a good book. And how you try not to let anyone see how passionate you are about everything. I don’t care if it’s not fair. I’m changing terms. I don’t just want sex from you.”

  “You don’t?” She couldn’t seem to follow what he was saying. It didn’t fit with any of the ways she’d always understood the world.

  “I want a relationship. A real relationship.” Greg’s face had been set and determined but now it wavered slightly. He added weakly, “Exclusive. And…and long-term.”

  It was his slight uncertainty—the unexpected sign of insecurity in such a mature, confidant man—that finally convinced Victoria this was real. “What?” she breathed, feeling a wave of something like awe rising up inside her.

  He must have mistaken her joyful disbelief for resistance. His brows drew together, and his hands moved up to cup her face. “I know this isn’t what you had in mind when you got involved with me. And I’m not expecting for you to be in the same…the same place I am. All I’m asking is for you to give me a chance. Let me convince you that we’re good together in every way—not just sex.”

  “Convince me?” She couldn’t seem to do anything but repeat the words. Her whole world was reshaping itself into something she’d never believed in before.

  “Yes. I’ll treat you like I should have from the beginning.” Greg pushed a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it in his earnestness. “I want to date you, not just fuck you. Just give me the chance to…to…” He appeared at a loss and ended lamely, “To woo you.”

  Victoria made a choked sound—half laugh, half sob. “Woo me?” She knew he was anxious, upset, worried she was going to reject him. She needed to let him know the state of her feelings but she couldn’t seem to find the words. “How are you going to do that?”

  Her eyes were tender as she looked up at him, and she raised a hand to caress his cheek, feeling the delicious stubble against her palm.

  He seemed to recognize that something had changed. His dark eyes softened into a matching tenderness. “If you’re free tomorrow night, I thought I’d take you out for a nice dinner. Maybe give you flowers. You know. Try to be romantic. To show you I’m not such a bad catch after all.”

  He was the kindest, smartest, funniest, sexiest, most wonderful man she’d ever met. She almost laughed at the idea of his being a bad catch.

  Greg’s face grew sober. “Baby, I know I haven’t done anything to make you believe this. But I…I’m crazy about you. And it’s not just sex I want from you.”

  She swallowed hard, her eyes starting to burn with the most poignant kind of joy. “What about Carrie?”

  His lips pressed together briefly before he said, “We’ll have to work through this. But I think it will help if I can show her it’s a real romantic relationship.” He paused, jerking his head to the side. “That is, if you want it to be—”

  “Of course I want it to be!” Victoria burst out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “How can you be so stupid?”

  He stared at her disbelievingly. “Really?”

  “Yes! I’ve been in the depths of despair for the last few weeks, but I didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t go back to just having sex with you when I was feeling,” she gulped, “so much more.”

  “Really?” he repeated, a blaze of shattering joy flaring up in hi
s eyes.

  She was torn between melting away in happiness and sobbing with absolute relief. So instead she snickered. “Really. You won’t even have to do much wooing.”

  With an agonized groan, Greg pulled her against him, his arms tightening with such force she lost her breath.

  She didn’t care. She just buried her face in his suit coat, breathing in the dear, delicious scent of him.

  Of Greg.

  Who was somehow hers.

  “I’ll woo you anyway,” he murmured hoarsely against her ear. “I’m good at wooing.”

  She smiled up at him, fatuous and completely sappy. He looked adorably rumpled and so sweet she wanted to gobble him up.

  Victoria knew they would still have some things to work out, but some things weren’t complicated at all.

  She said, “You’re good at everything.”

  Epilogue

  Victoria sprawled out on top of Greg, her breasts pressed down against his chest and her legs splayed on either side of his. His cock was sheathed inside her pussy, but they weren’t really moving, just lying together tangled in lazy intimacy.

  She’d woken up a little while ago to the feel of his erection poking into her ass. After some sweet, drowsy foreplay, they’d ended up like this—neither feeling particularly wild or urgent.

  She moaned—low and lingering—and mouthed his jaw, brushing her lips against the bristles on his skin. He was always the most bristly in the morning, and sometimes her skin was too sensitive to get close to him until he’d shaved. But this morning she liked the feeling—the coarse stubble stimulating her lips deliciously as she stroked them along his jaw line.

  One of Greg’s hands was buried in her loose hair, combing his fingers through the long strands in a gentle caress. The other hand was hooked over the back of one of her thighs. His fingers stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh, very close to the crease of her bottom and not far from where they were intimately joined. His touch was leisurely, almost unconscious, as if he was just enjoying the texture of the skin there.