A/N: This is just a fantasy of mine. I own all rights to this story. You do not have any right to copy or repost my work. Both parties are consenting adults. Enjoy.
Usually I love slow days in libraries. No one is around and my volunteer job turns into an all-you-can-read relaxing environment where I can indulge in panty-wetting romances and enthralling adventures. Today is slow, but I have a job to do. No one bothers me most of the time. I think its because I am at most... plain. I have a heart shaped face, boring brown eyes and brown hair and I think my mom got the boobs of the family. I just graduated high school and have never been kissed, let alone experienced anything close to my erotic fantasies. I live with my father in Seattle, the rainiest place in the continental U.S. It was perfect for a library because every day seemed like the perfect day to curl up with a good smutty book and a hot cup of cocoa.
I'm in a bind. Sometimes I dread sex, fearing that it will hurt too much, or I won't be good at it. Other times I just want to get it over with. And still other times I wake up in the middle of the night panting and frustrated with my hand in my panties. So I guess it's good I took this job to get my mind off of it. Being surrounded by juicy romances doesn't help much though.
I sighed and once again pushed a tendril of my hair out of my face. I was currently shelving books in alphabetical order, but I was also in the R section, and all I wanted to do was pop open a Nora Roberts book I'd just seen at the bottom of my stack. I felt my black pencil line skirt ride up a little as I step up on the stool to shelve the tempting book. At that moment, I wished I could've just worn jeans, but my boss said I had to, "look professional, not like a teenager."
Dumbass, I am a teenager!
I heard a tinkling noise suddenly which signaled that a new customer was coming in. I sighed once again; I did not want to be interrupted. Frustrated, I called out.
"Hello, is there something you need?"
No reply. Probably some haughty college student cramming for exams, I thought. I shrugged and went back to work, my fingers itching to pull out that book.Out of nowhere, I am ripped around and slammed against the bookshelf so hard that the books I had just finished putting away rained down around me.
"What the-?"I got nothing but a glimpse of bright blue eyes, sandy hair and a devilish smirk before delectable lips devoured mine in a kiss so searing hot and demanding that my knees went weak. This wasn't how I had imagined my first kiss, but somehow, it was better. Much better. Large, smooth hands slid up the back of my thighs towards my ass and my hips were suddenly jerked forward. A warm tongue slid roughly into my mouth and I was responding as wanton as the heroines in my books do.
I didn't know this man, but I didn't care. I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly at that moment, I was already wet. He jerked my legs apart and pressed a knee at my center. I couldn't breathe so I pulled away slightly, but his lips only went to the hollow beneath my ear where he nipped me. I felt a sharp sting, but I moaned out of pleasure.
His lips were at my clavicle, his hands were at my ass, kneading the flesh there just under my lacy blue panties. At that moment I was thankful that my mom had always told me to go out in public wearing clean matching underwear because you never know what might happen. Then his fingers slipped between my folds and I moaned at the contact. I was so hot and ready for him already. He started stroking my clit under my panties roughly. I was panting and biting my lip so hard I was surprised it didn't bleed. The man (what was his name?!) unbuttoned my blouse with his teeth. It was completely erotic as I watched him and felt him push me harder against the shelf. I felt something hard at my stomach; he was enjoying this too. He pulled one of his hands from my ass and I whimpered at the loss of contact, but that didn't last long as that hand traveled up my rib cage to my breasts. I was dying for him to touch me. My nipples were already standing up at attention for him. He popped open my bra that's snap was in the front and impatiently pushed the cups aside.
My breasts bounced from their sudden release. He licked his swollen lips and dove in for my nipples, biting and licking and swirling around them with his delectable mouth. I felt them harden even more and I brought my hands that were once resting on his hips up to grab his silky locks as yet another moan escaped me. He jerked one of my legs up around his hip and slammed into me again. My skirt ripped but I didn't care. I wanted him closer. I felt his erection push against my center and threw my head back, breathy pants escaping my lips.My leg suddenly dropped; my lacy panties disappeared. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him take a small break from my breasts to inhale my soaked panties. His tongue darted out to taste them.
"Mmm.. So fucking good. You taste like cinnamon."
He dropped to his knees and yanked that same leg over one of his shoulders. I realized that my dripping wet center was on full display for him and I bit my lip and closed my eyes in anticipation. I wanted to feel his talented lips on my lower ones so badly that I actually seemed to pulse with need. My fluids were now leaking down my thighs but at this point I had lost any hope of caring. I heard him inhale and I realized that my arousal was potent enough that even I could smell it. Was this what sex smelled like? The melody of his voice flowed up to me.
"So pretty and innocent, like the first rose of spring. I've got to taste you!"
And he delved right in. The silky warm pad of his tongue slid up my seam, teasing me with soft, gentle strokes... they were so light, leaving me squirming against him, trying to gain more friction. He kept avoiding my clit, and it was exquisite torture. I was biting my lip, hanging onto his shoulders so tightly my knuckles were white. I felt like I was about to faint when he finally relented and pushed inside of me, swirling around my clit. I screamed and thrashed from side to side under his assault. He brought up his other arm and held my hips to the book case as he picked up the pace, plunging his tongue into me over and over. I felt my stomach tighten and it seemed like I was looking for something. I wanted it to end, but I never wanted him to stop.
By now I didn't care that someone might hear my moans and screams. I didn't care that I didn't know this man's name. I didn't care that I was supposed to be working or that the books on the floor were having their pages bent. I didn't care about any of it as long as this man did not stop. Suddenly, he slid his middle digit inside of me, pumping in time with his tongue, faster and faster until I was panting and whimpering, incoherent profanities I would never be caught dead speaking in front of my parents streaming from my lips, my hands fisted in his hair. It became too much and I screamed at the top of my lungs, fireworks flying under my eyelids. My limbs were quaking in pleasure. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I could feel every single nerve on my body.
I felt alive.
"Fuck.. yes, yes, oh God, please, fuck!"
