CHAPTER EIGHT
ASHLEY
Dating Charlie over the last few weeks had been… amazing. Almost surreal. He was courteous and gentlemanly, he opened my doors and refused to let me pay for anything, which was uncomfortable but also sort of nice to not have to worry about everything for once. He constantly left me messages and showed up to visit me at work exactly at my lunch break. It was surprising and incredible and very, very distracting.
Ella was still a subject we hadn't broached, but I could tell he wanted to ask every time we were together. Maybe one day.
I was dreaming of him in the library, pretending to study for an upcoming test. No matter how many times I read the same paragraph, nothing stuck. All I could think about was Charlie and Ella and when I'd finally have to come clean and explain everything to him. Eventually he'd have to know... but I don't know that if I am ready for that to happen anytime soon.
A bouquet of lilies dropped onto my worthless textbook. I could feel a smile blooming before I saw him.
"I thought you might want some company while studying." Charlie kissed my neck from behind and dropped into the chair next to me. "And flowers are infinitely more interesting to look at than the…” He spun my book around to look at it. “Nervous system?"
"But the nervous system is fascinating." I teased, smelling the bouquet. Lilies were my favorite. "It controls everything we do."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
A wicked look I'd quickly learned to recognize crossed his features. "Then I have an excellent idea to help you study." Charlie twisted my chair around to face him. He offered a lingering kiss with just a hint of tongue that left me wound up and wanting.
"How so?" I asked, trying to sound apprehensive, when all I wanted was for him to kiss me again. Exactly his plan, that sneak.
"We should perform a series of experiments, anatomically, to examine how the body, and the nervous system, reacts." His long fingers walked up the tops of my thighs, towards the opening in my skirt. I took a slow breath and glanced at my text book. "Trust me, this is brilliant. For example, if I were to run a finger across the nerve endings here..." He ran a finger across the damp center of my panties. I could see the surprise and delight the second he touched them in his face. As if he didn't know how easily he got me worked up. "What happens to the nerve endings.... here?" His other hand cupped my breast from over my shirt. He hefted it in his hand and pressed his thumb against my nipple.
I swallowed a moan and managed a, "Hmm."
"Or. What happens to the body when the nerve endings are stimulated here?" He leaned forward and placed a kiss against my collar bone. He slipped his finger under my panties and pressed them against my very wet center. His voice became thick when he said, "Fascinating. I'm learning so much already."
Every time his hair tickled my skin, a surge of heat hit me straight in the clit. It reminded me of every time his lips claimed my breasts or when he dipped his head between my legs, and it got my heart racing every single time. He was impossible.
"I love how scientific you are about all of this." I managed as his thumb massaged circles against my clit and my entire body wanted to fall slack and open so he could continue with me as he deemed fit. Except we were in a very public library with people around everywhere. "But I've got to study."
"There's no one around right now to watch us get scientific." He left me another tantalizing kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip and withdrew his finger from within my panties to simply stroke me outside them. I had to swallow another groan as my hips rocked against him on their own. My body was working against me.
"Tables everywhere."
"We have a lovely bookshelf blocking us on three sides. That's practically a room. Now get naked and let me experiment." Charlie peeled back the collar of my shirt and the top of my bra to expose a very erect nipple. He flicked his tongue over it and dragged my hand over to his jeans. His sizable cock strained against the fabric. "See, you can perform experiments of your own."
"Charlie..." I tried to be stern, but it never worked.
He tucked my breast back in my shirt and scanned the immediate area. Nearby, one of the study room doors opened and two people left. He snapped his fingers, grabbed my books, and motioned me to follow. He claimed the room before two other students could with a look that was anything but apologetic and pointed at me again. He started to look comically exasperated and all I could do was laugh and follow him.
Because I would do anything he asked. It was terrifying. It was against everything I'd worked for over the last few years. Yet all of that melted away the moment we were together. Everything felt right and I knew it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was being with him in these moments, feeling like a real person again for the first time in years.
Charlie pulled me into the small room and claimed my mouth with his own while making quick work of my bra clasps. Once it fell open, he pulled my breasts out from the top of my shirt and pinched them while I undid his buckle and exposed his cock. As much as I wanted him under my skirt, I pressed him against the door window and dropped to my knees with a sultry smile.
He groaned with an "Oh" that never ceased to turn me on even more. I loved hearing the sounds he made and watching the want devour him when we were together. I loved knowing this campus playboy turned to jelly the moment we were together. It was like our own special brand of magic: together we were something entirely different but entirely amazing.
I took his whole length in my mouth and sucked hard as I pulled back, a move of mine he heavily favored. Charlie fisted my hair and used it like a leash to move my head back and forth around his cock as I licked and sucked and stroked him. I shook him off and cradled his cock between my breasts, fucking him between the pair and sucking on his head with each pillowy thrust. Charlie pushed himself against the wall, his body straining against my mouth.
"I need to be in you." He grunted, sweat dotting along his brow. I'd dropped my breasts and taken him whole again, letting his head trigger my gag reflex to tighten against him. I licked his length back up and gathered my breasts in my hands. "That's not fair. I need to touch you."
"But I want to taste you." I murmured, running my tongue along his base as I fondled my nipples and rocked my cunt against my free hand — dripping all over the library floor. The same floor someone else would soon stand in without knowing my juices had been all over it. A thrilled danced through me. "Do you not like it when I suck your cock?"
"You have no idea." Charlie gently pulled me up and kissed me hungrily. His tongue thrashed against mine and his fingers were back up my skirt. "But I love the taste of you more."
"That seems very unfair." I was leaned back onto the desk by my hair. He kissed my exposed neck and pressed his cock to my opening. "I thought you wanted a taste of me?"
"Smart ass." He said it in such an endearing way it caught me by surprise as his cock thrust into me. "I want you every way."
I wrapped my legs around him and spied a small group of people gawking by the nearby bookshelf. Instead of a thrill, I felt panic. "Charlie, someone's watching."
His groan deepened and he dropped his head to bite my nipple. He then kissed me and looked deep into my eyes. "Look at me. Forget everyone else and look at me. Look at me while I fuck you. Look at me while we make love. There is no one here but us. Look at me."
I nodded and tried to obey. I kept my gaze in line with him as he pushed into me mercilessly. He leaned back and rubbed his thumb over my clit as he moved, and it only took a minute before my mind went blissfully blank. We were two bodies moving, kissing, fucking, until we came together in a symphony of grunts and moans and gasps. He pressed a kiss against my collar bone and helped me off the table.
"You have five minutes to collect yourself. Then Professor Charlie will be back to examine the effects of the nervous system when he licks you to three continuous orgasms."
"Three continuous...?" I gaped. "That's impossible."
He winked and smacked my ass. "I'll see you in five to find out."