“I can’t believe we’re spending Saturday night in the library.”
“Justin…” I rolled my eyes, irritated by his complaint. “You didn’t have to come.”
“I know,” he took the stack of books from my arms without being asked. “But, I’ll give up a Saturday to be with you…even if it means the library.”
I felt guilty for snapping at him. “It’s just that my professor’s already given me one extension on this paper…there’s no way he’ll given me another.”
“Well he won’t have to, because we’re gonna knock it out tonight.” he pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes as we passed a table of girls studying.
We chose an out of the way corner table. Too small for two people really, but hidden away enough to keep him from being recognized…hopefully.
He sat the books down with a soft thud, pulled an extra chair over, allowing me to sit first before settling in the other.
“So, what’s our paper on Isabelle?”
“Don’t.” I whispered firmly.
“Don’t what?” He smiled knowingly.
“You know what.” I shook my head. Any other time I’m Izzy, he only calls me Isabelle when he wants me. I love it and he knows it. “Keep trying to distract me, and I’ll climb right up on the table and let the whole place know that the Great Justin Bieber is sitting right over here.”
“No you won’t.” He called my bluff.
He was right of course. And anyway, aside from the small group of girls we had seen the campus library was close to deserted. It was open all night, true, but it was Saturday. And as Justin had pointed out, who wants to spend Saturday night studying?
“Paper’s on…” I hesitated for a moment, knowing what his reaction would be. “Anatomy.”
“Anatomy…” he raised his eyebrows. “Well, lucky you…I am an excellent study partner when it comes to that particular subject.”
“Yeah? Well, so am I.” I teased back in spite of myself.
“Yes you are.” And there it was…he had switched to his quiet ‘I want to fuck you voice’. Bringing in the big guns already.
I knew I wouldn’t get a damn thing done if I didn’t put a stop to this quickly.
“Just let me work for a little while, then we’ll go.”
He leaned in closer, “Maybe I don’t want to go.”
“Behave Bieber, and maybe I’ll give you a treat in the car…” He brushed his lips against mine, leaving me with the desire to blow off my assignment.
“What if I don’t behave? Will you give it to me anyway?” He pouted like a little boy, but the glint in his eye betrayed his thoughts, which were far from innocent.
“Yes.” I whispered. He had gotten his way. I wanted him…badly. But it could wait I told myself.
“Mmmm…” he nodded his approval. Then reached over and plucked the top two buttons of my shirt open, revealing a subtle hint of my white satin covered cleavage.
“I knew you wouldn’t behave yourself.” I tsked.
“You said I didn’t have to, though.” A sly smile hinted across his lips, and then was gone. “I just want to look, I won’t touch.”
“Promise?” I purred licking my lips, suddenly liking the idea of turning him on as much as possible.
“You’re a bitch.” He scolded, watching my tongue slip back into my mouth.
I flipped a book open, pulled my hair into a messy bun secured with a pencil and took my glasses from my bag. Blowing him a little kiss as I slid them on.
“Keep it up.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
He loved my glasses. They were dark tortoise shells, rectangular in shape, and I didn’t wear them often…but slipping them on never failed to illicit a reaction from Justin. The first time I wore them, we were in his car, and I had lost a contact earlier and was trying to read a text. He took one look at me, pulled onto a residential street, said only “Leave them on.” and fucked me right there in the car. Thankfully, it was well past midnight and the neighborhood was asleep.
An hour or so later, I was hard at work…thumbing through my notes, scribbling new ones in the margins of my books, and clicking away quickly on my laptop, when I looked up to find him watching me.
“Stop.” I flushed with a longing for his touch under his stare.
“Why?” he knew why.
I decided to ignore his question, and stood, heading down a quiet aisle of books in our little almost hidden section of the library. More out of the need to stop him from distracting me further, then of the need to find a book.
He could do astounding things to me with only a look, and I needed to focus.
I pulled a book randomly from the shelf and feigned interest in it, turning my back to the table where he sat. But I could feel his eyes upon me still, and my need for him grew.
I did my best to push the thought of his hands in my hair, his lips grazing my skin, his breath falling against my neck as he moved inside me, his… I was obviously failing miserably at my attempts to ignore Justin. I always did.
I placed the book back on the shelf and started to turn back to him, to give in just as he knew I would, but he was behind me suddenly.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, stopping me from facing him, as his mouth, warm and searching, sought out the sensitive place on my neck that only he had ever found.
I relaxed under his kiss, and reaching around to run his hair through my fingers I whispered, “Let’s go.”
But he made no move to leave…and I could feel the length of him, hard as steel, against my back as he pressed me gently against the rows of books.
“Come on Justin…” I begged, my desire moving rapidly towards desperation. “Let’s go!”
“No.” He slipped his hand under my shirt, a quiet moan escaping me as the soft pads of his fingers grazed my bare skin.
“Justin…” I started again.
“No,” he breathed into my ear. “Here.”
“We can’t…” but again he quieted me with a gentle murmur of my name.
I turned my head and scanned the aisle…no one. I listened. Nothing. And when he turned our bodies so that his back was now against the shelves I immediately sank to my knees. I looked up at him and waited. He jerked the buttons of his jeans open, reached inside and withdrew his cock, and then gently brought my mouth to it.
I spiraled my tongue against the swollen tip, lapping up the drops of precum that glistened there. And when I finally took him into my mouth, it jerked and pulsed as he quietly groaned his appreciation above me.
The knowledge that I was on my knees sucking his cock in a very public place, and that we could be discovered at any moment made my need nearly unbearable, and when he looked down at me…his lips parted and wet as he watched his cock disappearing into my mouth, I could wait no longer.
I wrapped my fist around his shaft, pulled it from my mouth, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
He always gave me what I wanted, never told me no…no matter what I requested. And tonight was no different.
He pulled me up from my place on my knees, and wrapped my leg around his waist. His right hand gripping my thigh as he pushed my skirt up with his left.
Why had I even decided to wear a skirt to the library I wondered briefly…but I already knew the answer.
Tugging my panties over gently, he slipped his fingers inside of me. My breath had become soft moans of pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out of me…but I wasn’t satisfied.
“Justin…” my voice shook with lust. “Fuck me.”
Again, he gave in to my demand without hesitation, sliding inside of me in one smooth thrust. I moaned loudly, with relief as he filled me completely with his cock.
“Shhhh.” He scolded. I bit down on my bottom lip in an attempt to quiet myself, but he fucked me harder and I realized he wasn’t going to make it easy for me.
And soon I was gasping and moaning recklessly…he had begun to roll his hips with each thrust, causing a delicious friction against my clit, making it impossible for me to remain silent.
“Stop Justin…” I whispered, “I can’t…I’m going to cum…stop…Oh my god, you have to stop!” but it was too late. The lust that had been building inside of me all night reached its breaking point as a massively powerful orgasm exploded through me.
He pulled me into a deep kiss, swallowing my cries and moans of ecstasy as came…clenching and gushing around the silky skin of his cock as he drove into me unrelentingly until I felt him swell inside of me. Cum bursting from him…spilling into me like warm, sticky honey.
We relaxed against each other contentedly for a just a moment before the fear of being discovered crept up again.
We straightened our clothes hurriedly…him buttoning his pants quickly as I adjusted my skirt. I walked back towards our table, determined to finish my paper now that I was satisfied and could think of something other than fucking Justin. But as I moved, I could feel his milky cum, still warm, dripping from me and my desire returned.
I moved towards him and stroked him through his jeans, “Didn’t I promise you a treat in the car?”
And though he had just fucked me thoroughly, I could feel his cock begin to harden once more beneath my touch.