All I wanted to do was touch her. Just get a small taste before I stopped. Can you stop? Can you stop what’s happening? The truth was, I didn't know. Because right now, she tasted like heaven.

We were in a public place. This could only go so far. But I’d been on edge for weeks. And I needed just a small taste.

Sliding my hands up the nape of her neck, I gently stroked her cheek as I kissed her. Why did she taste so good? There was a hint of sweetness to her lips that reminded me of the strawberries she always smelled like.

Every stroke of my tongue was met with one of hers, and sent a shiver through me. I growled low, and picked her up to get easier access. Bonus: that little move made her wrap her legs around me. Extra bonus: that also lined my cock up to her sweet center.

When Natalie rolled her hips, she slid right over my rock hard erection, making me groan. With every gasp and moan, she silently pleaded for more. And I wanted to give it to her.

The angel on my shoulder warned me of where we were. You’re in public, you can’t do this.

But the devil was riding me and telling me all the things he wanted to hear. Just give her one orgasm, then you can walk away. Then you can stop. In my lust-fogged brain, this sounded like a fantastic idea.

I dragged my lips from hers and kissed along her jaw, then nuzzled her neck. “You smell fucking incredible.” Why couldn’t I think? I needed to stop this madness, and then I would take her home and bury myself in her for the rest of the night. And probably the next morning.

But the devil won.

When I moved my hand up her thigh, my fingers met the edge of her panties, and they were soaked. Jesus. My dick throbbed and I gritted my teeth against the wave of lust. Take. Taste. Mark.

I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties, rolling my thumb over her clit. Her whole body shook and she threw her head back.

With a low, muttered curse she planted one leg on the shelf of the opposite bookcase. She tore her lips from mine and groaned. "Oh my God, Trevor. Yes… right… there.”

I watched her face carefully as I rubbed a slow, gentle circle over her clit. Her mouth hung open as she worked her hips into my touch. Jesus, she was beautiful. I wanted more from her. Carefully, I added a finger. Slowly sliding inside her with a gentle retreat. Natalie bit her bottom lip.

“You are so soft,” I whispered, adding a second finger. Her eyes popped open and she blinked rapidly, but I didn't gentle the caress. But it wasn’t until I curved my fingers and found that bundle of nerves inside, pressing gently, that she broke apart.

I dropped my forehead to hers. “That’s it, Natalie. Give it to me.” And I stroked her inside over and over again.

"Trevor–Jesus. I'm going…" she bowed her body, and I watched in awe while her pussy clamped around my fingers. Oh, yeah. This is what I wanted to see. Natalie open and completely out of control. I fucking loved it. I wanted to make her do it again.

Gently easing my fingers from her, I brought them to my lips. She tasted incredible. “When we get back to the apartment, I want to do this properly. I’m going to make you come with nothing but my tongue.”

“I want more.” She was far from done with me, and reached for my belt buckle.

I shook my head. "Natalie. You're playing with fire."

"So only you get to tease and torture me? I don’t get to do the same to you?"

"You touch my dick, and I'm not waiting until we get home."

"Good.” Natalie slid her hands inside my jeans, and I was lost. Her delicate fingers wrapped around me, and then she pumped once. Twice. The third time, my knees buckled.

I choked out, “You think I don't want to come?"

“I want to watch you, too.” She flushed. “I’ve been picturing you in the shower.”

Where in the world had she been hiding my whole life? "I love how you think. We need to get home."

"No, we don't. You brought me up here. Are you up for an adventure, Trevor?"

Shit. Was I ever. Between her words, the need I saw in her eyes, and the way her thumb stroked over the tip of my cock and then gently stroked the underside of the tip, I couldn't wait. With shaking hands, I dug in my back pocket for my wallet and fumbled for a condom. When I found it, I tossed the wallet to the ground, and let my jeans fall off my hips slightly.

I had myself sheathed in seconds. All the while, my gaze never left hers. Through clenched teeth I asked, "You sure you want this?"

Natalie nodded. "I need it.”

I cupped her ass, lifting her until I nudged her gently, before kissing her again. I guided my cock to her slick, heated core. Oh, fuck. If I did this, she would own me. A part of me still rebelled against that, but I didn't give a fuck.

Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she locked onto my gaze again and relaxed.

The second she did that, I sank deep, and we both hissed. Shit. My eyes crossed. I was never leaving. She pulsed around me, and I swore I could stay inside Natalie forever.

She dug her nails into my shoulders, and my name was a whisper on her tongue. With each slide and retreat, my knees weakened. Natalie placed her hand above her, using one of the shelves for more leverage as I made love to her.

My gaze occasionally dipped to where we were joined, watching my cock slide in and out of her. When she arched her back, I dipped my head to draw one of her nipples into my mouth.

"Trevor. Yes. Harder. Oh, God. Oh my God."

Against her nipple I muttered. "Quiet, sweetheart, this is a library."

Her response was to tug on my hair, and I couldn’t help the soft chuckle. I loved the sounds she made, but this was risky as fuck, and we were going to get caught.

When we were home, I’d focus on her breasts. I had plans for them. I wanted to take my time licking them, kissing them, biting them, fucking them.

When I felt the quiver of her pussy around my dick, I knew she was close. I snapped my hips, and her eyes went wide. To help her along, I worked a hand between us, and found her sensitive clit. My first touch was gentle, but then I stroked more firmly.

"That's it. Come for me. I'm already a little addicted to the sight."

My eyes crossed as her slick walls clamped around my dick and milked me. Jesus Christ. So tight. She felt so good. With three more pumps, I was coming apart, as my control fell away.

All that was left of me in the end were the shattered pieces she left. I felt stripped bare as I clutched onto her.

Another orgasm rolled through her, and she tightened around me once more. By that point, all I could do was groan as she rode out the wave.

Holy fuck. I was keeping her. I was definitely keeping her. "You, Natalie, are naughty."

She grinned at me. "That is the first time anyone has ever called me naughty."

I kissed her softly. “Why don't you go get your stuff, and I’ll walk you home so we can do this properly?"

"Yeah, I'll just –"

Somewhere down the hall we heard a voice call out, "Nat? Are you in here?”

Her face flushed crimson and she whispered. "Oh my God, Alex. He texted me that he was going to be late."

Fuck him. I eased out of her and helped her quickly readjust her clothes. "Go. Hurry. I'll wait to walk you home."

She hesitated. "Are you sure?"

Hell yeah. I was still half hard. "Yeah, I’m sure. We’re sure as shit not done.”

"I'm pretty sure my hair looks like I’ve been freshly fucked.”

I grinned. "Good. Besides, you're gorgeous to me. Now go, before your friend finds you with my dick back inside you. Because if you keep looking me like that, I'm going to fuck you again."

Her pupils dilated like she wanted me to do just that. But instead, she scooted out of the shelves and called out, "Alex, I'm down here. I’m headed down."

As her footsteps echoed further away down the hall, I took care of the condom and adjusted my clothes. When I leaned against the stacks, I let my body sag.

Holy fuck. What the hell was I doing?