by B. B. Hamel
“Shit,” she gasped. “Maybe we should go into my room.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not moving an inch. I’m starving for your pussy, Avery. I need to taste you.”
I began to suck and lick her clit harder, my tongue working her. Her only response was a moan, and that was how I fucking liked it. All I wanted to hear was her saying my name and moaning over and over again.
I loved the taste of her. I loved the noises she made as I sucked that soaking clit. I felt her hands lace in my hair and her hips move as I licked and sucked her, my tongue roaming every inch of her pussy.
I slowly pressed a finger deep inside her as I sucked her clit. That made her gasp. “Gibson,” she said. “Oh my god. That feels incredible.”
“I know what you like,” I said, fucking her pussy slowly with my fingers and looking at her. “I know what you need.”
“I need you.”
“You need my tongue and my fingers on this wet little cunt,” I said, and went back to work.
I worked her deep with my fingers, working her pussy. I wasn’t easing off or going at this slow. I’d wanted her so fucking badly all day long, and now I was taking her. I sucked that clit, making her feel incredible as I fucked her pussy with my fingers.
Her body was mine to do whatever I wanted with. And this, my tongue on her clit and my fingers fucking her, this was exactly what I wanted. Her moans made me fucking hard as hell, my cock ready to burst from my fucking jeans, but I was waiting. I could be patient. I wanted to make this pussy come once before I even slipped my cock deep inside her.
I kept working her, my tongue and lips sucking her clit. I felt her press harder on the back of my head, pressing me against her pussy as my fingers continued to fuck her.
“Shit, Gibson,” she gasped. “Wait. Wait. I’m so close.”
I felt her tug at my head, but I didn’t let up. I kept sucking and sucking her, working her clit, my fingers deep inside her. She gasped, wiggling her hips, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Wait. Oh shit. I’m going to come.”
I fucked her deeper, faster. She was dripping wet as I kept licking her, sucking and eating that pussy.
And then she started to come. Her whole body stiffened, tightening, as I kept working her, licking and sucking, fucking her pussy. I wasn’t letting up, wasn’t easing off. I wanted to get her off hard and fast. She was moaning loudly, her fingers tight in my hair, pressing my face hard against her pussy as I worked her harder, faster.
She came for me nice and rough, came against my mouth, and slowly I could feel her body softening, relaxing. Her fingers released my hair, and I looked up at her.
“Shit,” she gasped. “My fingers are numb.”
I grinned at her and then kissed her pussy again. “God I fucking love the taste of you.”
“Come here.” She pulled me up and kissed me. I kissed her back, my cock straining against my pants.
That was when I heard the front doorknob jiggle.
“Shit!” she said. “Harper is coming home.”
Thinking fast, I grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over her. I sat next to her and spread the blanket out just as Harper came in the front door.
She stopped, surprised to see me there. “Oh, hey, guys.”
“Hey,” I said.
“Hi, Harper,” Avery said, trying to play it cool.
“Good game today, Gibson,” she said, coming in.
“Thanks,” I answered. “I try.”
“It was awesome.” She looked at us and could sense the awkwardness. “Well, uh, anyway. I’ll leave you two alone.”
She quickly disappeared back into her bedroom.
Avery was bright red. “Oh my god,” she said. “That was so awkward. I’m so embarrassed.”
I laughed. “She didn’t know,” I said.
“She knew something was going on. I mean, why do you think she ran off like that?”
“Maybe, but who cares?”
“I care,” she said, sighing. “Where are my shorts?”
“Over there.” I got up and grabbed them for her, holding them up. “You want these?”
“Gibson,” she hissed. “Give them to me.”
“Say please.”
“Gibson,” she said, annoyed, “I’m not playing.”
“Say please, Gibson. Please give them to me.”
“Gibson.”
I laughed and tossed them to her. She sighed and pulled them on.
“Look, I promised Hynes I’d meet him out,” I said. “You should come with me.”
She shook her head. “No. That’s okay. Go have fun.”
“Come on, come with me.”
She walked up to me and kissed me. “No. Hang out with your boys. I’m in for the night.”
“Fine.” I kissed her. “If you change your mind, call me.”
“I won’t.”
I turned and headed toward the door. “See you tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah,” she said, “you will.”
I turned the knob and left her apartment. I could tell she was too embarrassed about Harper almost walking in on us for me to stick around, so I figured I’d leave and give her some space.
Her taste lingered on my lips as I headed down the stairs and out the front door. I texted Hynes to see where they were.
That was the celebration I had wanted. Maybe I only got a taste of her, but it was what I had needed. I’d wanted her body, so I went and I took it.
Avery could pretend she didn’t want it, but when it came down to it, she was going to spread her legs and beg for me every time. We both knew she couldn’t resist.
26
Avery
I was so mortified that night. I could barely look Harper in the face as we sat on the couch and watched TV.
If she had come home a minute earlier, she would have seen Gibson’s face between my legs, eating my pussy like it was the last thing on earth.
I wasn’t the kind of girl to get off in the middle of the living room. That just wasn’t me. But with Gibson, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop it when he came close to me. There was just something so incredibly intense about the way he looked at my body, like it was the only thing he needed in the world. I knew that if I let him touch me, I’d feel better than I could have guessed.
That was what Gibson did to me. He took me outside my comfort zone and showed me that I could feel incredibly good things just because he wanted me to.
I was up nice and early the next day. I headed over to Gibson’s and was surprised that they were both awake. Hynes seemed hungover as hell, but Gibson seemed normal. I didn’t want to stick around, because I had studying to do and Gibson kept giving me a knowing look.
He knew what I was thinking about. He knew I was thinking about his tongue between my legs, licking my pussy, sucking my clit, making me feel incredible.
I didn’t linger. I took my measurements and got out of that apartment before I did something stupid. I went right to the library, wanting to get an early start.
I tried to concentrate on starting my biology project, but every time I looked at the data, I just kept thinking about Gibson. I kept seeing Gibson without his shirt on, his tattoos and his muscles, and that cocky way he looked at me.
Gibson could read my body. Even though I tried to push him away, he knew that I really wanted to pull him close. Flashes of his skin against mine, his cock deep between my legs, the dirty things he said to me kept coming to me as I tried to study.
By noon, I was frustrated. I couldn’t get anything done. It was like Gibson was standing over my shoulder, whispering things in my ear.
Which was why I couldn’t help myself. I took out my phone and sent Gibson a text.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
He got back to me a few minutes later. “Not much. Hynes is still hungover.”
“I’m at the library right now.”
“Looking for a study break?”
“M
aybe. I keep thinking about last night.”
“About how you left me hard as fucking hell?”
“You’re the one who left.”
“True, but you got what you wanted. I wasn’t going to stick around.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“I know. I’m just teasing you. We both know I could have had more of that pussy if I wanted.”
“I can’t believe Harper almost caught us.”
“Sure you can. We both know that makes you wet. You fucking like almost getting caught.”
“No! No way.”
“Okay. Pretend if you want. Where in the library?”
“Remember where you saw me last time?”
“Sure. Be there soon.”
“Wait, hold on. I need to study more.”
I bit my lip, looking at the screen, but he didn’t respond.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him. I knew as soon as I told him where I was that he’d be on his way, and I knew what he wanted. I didn’t have time for this. I needed to get some work done.
But I couldn’t help myself. I knew what I was doing, because no matter how much I pretended, I really did want it. I wanted him to come to the library and carry me off to some dark corner where he could fuck me brainless.
That was really all I wanted, Gibson’s body pressed against mine, working me until I could barely breath. I wanted his taste, his body, everything about him.
I crossed my legs, dripping wet just thinking about him. I couldn’t help but chew on my pen as I tried to distract myself with some work. My heart was beating fast and I felt nervous as hell as I waited for him to come find me.
Fifteen minutes passed in agonizing anticipation. As I sat there, I kept picturing his body, lightly covered in sweat, his shirt stripped off. I loved how he let me do what I wanted to him whenever I collected his vitals. He always looked at me with that cocky, knowing smile as I touched his skin. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. It was as if he knew that I wanted to get down on my knees and suck his cock like an obedient, dirty little girl.
There was something about having him as my specimen that completely drove me wild. Yet it wasn’t my control over him that I liked, but his total control over me. Even when I was the one taking measurements, he was the dominant force between us. His cocky smile, his dirty comments, everything worked to let me know that he was the one in control.
And that drove me wild. I loved how he was willing to show up at the library, knowing full well that I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to cover my mouth again, tell me to be quiet as he pushed his thick, long cock deep inside my tight little pussy.
I was practically buzzing with electricity when I spotted him walking through the stacks toward me. He stopped in front of me, a wicked little smile on his face.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up one finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “It’s a library.”
He reached down and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. He walked down between the stacks, heading toward the back corner of the library. I held his strong, broad hand and followed him, practically panting for him.
He came up to the athletic study room and opened the door. He flipped the lights on and then shut the door behind me. He pulled the shade down over the window and locked the door.
“Gibson,” I said, but he pushed me up against the door and put one hand over my mouth.
“I know why I’m here,” he whispered in my ear. “I know what you want from me.”
His lips were soft and delicious against my neck. He kept one hand over my mouth as the other unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slipped down beneath my panties.
“I know what you want,” he said again in my ear. “You’re dripping wet. Were you thinking about it while you waited?”
I nodded.
“Good.” I gasped as his fingers pressed deep inside me. It was rough and so right. Chills ran down my spine as he slowly began to work my clit. “I knew you would. You can’t help yourself, can you? As soon as you told me where you were, I knew you wanted me to come over here with my big, thick cock and fuck you nice and deep.”
His fingers began to fuck me, alternating between my pussy and my clit. I breathed into his palm, shivers running wild down my spine as he worked my pussy like that.
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl that you can’t wait. You make me come all the way out to the library just so you can get fucked by me. You’re an impatient, dirty fucking girl.”
He moved his hand, and I kissed him hard, our tongues touching. He continued to work my dripping wet pussy, his fingers fucking me, being rough and strong. His other hand cupped my ass, and I fumbled with his belt, trying to get it off.
I finally managed to get it free. I unbuttoned his jeans as he worked me, making me moan into his mouth as I kissed him. Finally, I slipped my hand down his pants and found his cock nice and hard for me. He pulled back, smirking at me and pushing his fingers deep inside me.
I gasped, feeling his long shaft. “That’s right,” he said. “I’m fucking hard as hell for you. That’s what you like, right? A big, hard fucking cock for you to ride.”
I pushed him back slightly and then dropped down to my knees. His hand pulled out of my jeans as I tugged his pants down, revealing his thick cock.
I was going absolutely wild for him. I slipped his thick tip into my mouth and began to suck his cock, not caring that we were in the library. Nobody could get into our room, and I wanted him so badly.
I sucked his cock hard, letting my saliva cover his skin. I began to jerk his shaft as I sucked him, sloppy and wild.
He pressed my head down, pushing his cock into my throat. He held me there, groaning, before letting me back up. I leaned back and gasped, staring up at him.
“Fucking damn, Avery,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.. Swallow that cock.”
I went back to sucking him, working his cock, my hands on his legs. I let my mouth and tongue do the work. He pressed me down again, filling my throat, and I let him fuck my lips. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me. Every inch of me was ringing for Gibson. Every inch of me wanted him to take me and use me however he wanted. I wanted to come again and again, and I wanted him to fill me with his come.
I was going wild for him as he fucked my mouth. I pulled back, gasping again, and he growled his pleasure.
“Nothing gets me harder,” he said, “than those pretty lips sucking my cock.” He took my chin and kissed my lips before pressing his cock back into my mouth. I worked him again, letting him press me down as I sucked him.
I loved feeling him in my throat. I loved that he was taking me, pressing his cock between my lips and groaning. He had felt so damn good between my legs the night before, and now I wanted to make him feel just as good. I sucked him wild and crazy, not caring that I was being messy. He clearly loved it, as he growled.
Finally, he pulled back and I gasped. “Get up,” he commanded.
I obeyed, getting to my feet. He pressed me back against the table, kicking the chairs out of the way. He pressed my ass onto the table and sat me there as he peeled my jeans off and then my shirt. I was wearing only a bra and panties as he stripped his own shirt and pants off.
He lifted my legs up onto the table and spread them wide. Then he slowly peeled my completely wet panties off and tossed them side.
I bit my lip, staring at him, completely exposed. He smirked and pressed his thick cock against my pussy. “Is this what you want?”
I went to answer, but he pressed his hand against my mouth. “Don’t say a fucking word,” he commanded.
I nodded, my mouth open.
“You want me to fuck you deep and rough, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.
I nodded again, thrills running down my spine.
He took my legs and pressed himself deep inside me.
I gasped, shocked all over again by his size. He half grunt
ed and grinned against my skin as he pushed himself deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he said. “This is what I love, this tight fucking pussy. God I love seeing you like this, taking my cock. I want to make you sweat and scream.” He began to slide himself in and out of my soaking pussy slowly as he kissed me again.
I took his big cock, my legs spread wide. He supported my body on top of the table as he fucked me, his body pressed against mine. I was wearing only a bra as he fucked me deep and slow, thrusting rough and smirking at me.
I let out soft moans, trying to be quiet. He loved that and began to thrust harder, deeper. I struggled to stay quiet like he wanted me to be, but the pleasure was too intense. My muscles were tight and contracting with each thrust, pleasure spilling through my body.
“Go ahead and moan, girl,” he said. “I know you want the whole fucking library to hear how much of a dirty girl you are.” He began to work my clit as he fucked me. I could barely think, his cock filling my every inch.
He took my hips and fucked me harder, deeper, grasping my skin. I moaned but bit my lip, trying to be quiet. I knew people would hear us if I was too loud, but Gibson didn’t seem to care. All he wanted was to fuck me rough and deep, as his body slammed into mine, skin against skin. I loved the feeling of his cock deep inside me, bare and big.
He reached back and pulled my hair, tipping my chin back. I groaned, and he put his other hand over my mouth. I moved my hips in circles, grinding on his cock, and he laughed, loving it. He began to slide in and out of me, covering my mouth, his other hand strong in my hair.
It was driving me absolutely wild the way he loved fucking me. I wanted him to take my body, control every inch of me. Suddenly he stepped back and let me go. I slid off the table and onto my feet. He grabbed my hips and spun me around.
He spread my legs and bent me over. “Look at this fucking ass,” he said. My elbows were on the table, my back arched. His fingers ran down along my soaking pussy. Then he licked them clean. “Fuck, I love your taste.” He slapped my ass, hard.
I gasped and bit my lip. “Every fucking inch of you, Avery, is mine, especially this tight little cunt of yours.” He reached around my hips and began to work my clit. I grasped the edge of the table.