He bought me a book.

Trying to keep all of Aaron's cum in my mouth as he pulls me to my feet is like trying to smuggle a mouthful of marshmallows out of the kitchen when everyone else in the house knows you're supposed to be on a diet. Not only is it a huge load, but it's making me salivate. I have to swallow it all before I get it on the floor or worse, on one of these rare books that are currently playing audience to our little library affair.

Men buy me things. It's not anything all that exciting or new. I've dated a lot of guys who think that's how you show your love. Or, maybe, they just think that's how to get a girl into bed with them. Cartier bracelets, designer handbags and sunglasses worth more than a month's rent—at this point, I've pretty much seen it all.

Sometimes, it even works. It's flattering, being bought shit. I'm not going to pretend like it's not.

But, no one has ever bought me a book before. It makes me realize, holy shit, I think Aaron might be the first guy I've ever been with who has actually paid attention to my interests and hobbies.

Maybe, on another occasion, that would be kinda sad. But as I swallow up Aaron's cum, I think it just makes it go down that much sweeter.

It's a really good present. A really fucking good gift.

But, an even better gift is when Aaron kisses me, pushing me up against the bookshelf behind me. The edges of the shelves press into the back of my neck, my shoulder blades and the small of my back as our lips meet. The remnants of his cum is still coating my tongue as his own tongue presses hungrily into my mouth.

Aaron has one hand curled around my throat and the other stroking my hip promisingly. I moan against his lips as his fingers toy with the edge of my skirt, then, snake beneath it to play with the lace edges of my panties.

"You're such a hot fucking nerd, Chloe," Aaron laughs. His voice is just a harsh whisper, his breath hot on my cheek.

Aaron might be whispering but the way that his fingers are stroking my pussy with just the thin fabric of my panties separating us, I'm pretty sure I'm about to be making noises that are way too loud for a library.

"We should be quiet," I giggle.

"Be quiet, then."

He says it like it's going to be easy. Then, he forces my panties aside and slips his fingers between my soft, wet pussy lips.

I want it. I really fucking want it. But, now that it's my ass that's about to be pleasured among these beautiful hardcovers and priceless literary treasures, I'm suddenly a little nervous.

I mean, look. When I come, which I know I will, I'm not exactly the world's most reserved lay.

I like it loud, and Aaron fucking knows it, too.

But, it feels so good, so right, and so deliciously decadent, that as Aaron's fingers trap my clit beneath them, all my worries melt away just like that.

Some of humanity's greatest literary works have been about sex, after all. De Sade. Anais Nin. Even H.P. Lovecraft put out a romance novel under a pen name, or so I've heard.

The fact that Aaron is about to make me orgasm among the greatest stories ever told just feels like we're adding to their bodies of work.

"Do you like that, Chloe?" Aaron rolls my clit around and around, too slow to bring me to orgasm, but with enough pressure, I'm getting wetter by the second.

"You know I do," I moan, my eyes rolling back.

My clit throbs against his fingertips, pulsating demandingly. It wants it faster. Harder. My cunt wants an orgasm, but Aaron is taking his time about warming me up.

"I want to hear it," Aaron rasps against my ear. "You're not coming until you're begging me for your orgasm, Chloe."

"Oh, God, please!" I moan in mock ecstasy.

Aaron laughs, but it's not the nice, charming laugh that I'm used to. There's something sexy and dark about it that makes my clit throb even harder.

"Nice try," Aaron says, "But you're still cognizant, Chloe. You're still too fucking smart right now. Too sassy."

He runs his tongue along my neck, from collarbone all the way up to my earlobe, and then I really do moan. His mouth is warm against my skin, and the more he rubs my clit, the more sensitive my body gets to his touch.

When he raises his lips to my ear again, the sound of his voice makes me shiver with pleasure.

"I'm going to rub your hot little clit until you go dumb with need," he promises. "You're a smart girl, Chloe, but I'm going to finger you fucking stupid."

He rubs my clit harder and faster to prove it until my hips are bucking up to meet his hand. I'm rocking back and forth between Aaron's palm and the bookshelf behind me. My hips thrash harder and harder, until the titles at my back start shifting forward on the shelf with every thrust.

"I love how fucking clever you are, Chloe," Aaron growls against my neck. "It makes you a challenge. You're so intelligent and sweet and charming when your head is clear…it makes me want to turn you into the dumb slut that you know you've always wanted to be, deep down. Isn't that right?"

If he wasn't rubbing my clit so good right now, I might have to think about it. Being dumb has never been my forte, after all. I usually take a whole hell of a lot of pride in being the smart, sassy bitch that my friends and family have come to know and love.

But, thinking is hard right now. With every stroke of Aaron's fingers, I'm getting closer and closer to a loud, screaming orgasm. An orgasm that I'm definitely not supposed to be having in a public library. An orgasm that's going to be all the more intense because, fuck, it actually turns me on thinking about how we might be caught.

Rationalizing and reasoning right now seems like so much fucking work. It is the problem.

Which means, fuck. Aaron might actually be right.

I don't want the burden of being smart or sassy or witty right now.

I don't want to be clever.

I just. Want. To come.

"Yes," I hiss, whimpering.

"That's what I thought. Does it feel good, Chloe? Letting go?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to come for me like the stupid little slut I've made you become?"

"Yes!"

There's urgency in my voice now. I'm doing my best to stay quiet. Keep it in. But, the more Aaron fingers me, the more desperate I'm getting for release.

"Beg me, Chloe."

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease," I whimper.

I think that might be the only word in the entire English language that I remember right now: “please.”

"Then, fucking come," Aaron says through his teeth. "Come for me, babe."

His hand shifts. His thumb traps my clit, rubbing me to orgasm, while two of his fingers press into my slick, throbbing cunt. My pussy clenches around them, twitching and gripping them with wantonness.

My shoulders slump forward and I bury my face in his chest. That's where I let it all out. With my lips pressing hard against his shirt, undoubtedly leaving a bright red print there, and his sexy, muscular chest muffling my screams.

It's a hard fucking orgasm.

Maybe one of the hardest I've ever had.

I can feel it in the roots of my teeth. Like eating something so cold, it makes you go cross-eyed with brain freeze. I can feel it in my ears, the throbbing. The pulsating. My chest is heaving with every wave of pleasure as Aaron fucks me with his fingers.

When the orgasm subsides, I'm left collapsed against him, my ears ringing.

"God, Chloe," Aaron chuckles, kissing my hair. "You come so fucking beautifully. In fact…"

He pulls my head back with a fistful of my hair and there's something sinister to his smile. His fingers twitch inside me, thrusting against my G-spot. His thumb flicks against my clit, making me gasp.

"You're so beautiful right now. I think I'd like to see that again."

"Wait," I beg, a little laugh escaping my throat. "I need a minute. I think I just came so hard that I just lost like, a dozen brain cells."

"Only a dozen?" Aaron raises an eyebrow and scoops me up in his arms effortlessly.

I squeal, giggling, until Aaron shuts me up with a kiss as he carries me over to a library cart. He pushes the books off it, sending them tumbling to the floor, as he sets me down on it.

"We can do better than that."