Brant
Should I go in?
I check the time on my phone again. Seven minutes later than she said she’d be done. Two minutes later than the previous time I checked.
Maybe I should just go in and check.
I don’t trust her with that asshole. Quarterback for the college team. The golden boy and a giant dick. I hate his guts. He’s been through almost as many girls as I have. And, before you say anything, I know I sound like a hypocrite, but unlike that dick I only mess around with girls who are up for it. I don’t break down their defenses until I’ve fucked them and then go brag about it in the locker room. Alex has told me all about his sordid little tales of the sheltered girls he’s messed with. It’s like a challenge to him to find the most unavailable girl and then fuck her over. He says all the right things and does all the right things until they fall for him and then leaves them high and dry. Alex told me he even shows around pictures of some of them.
Fuck it, I’m going in.
I slam the door of my truck behind me and take the steps up to the library two at a time. When I enter the library I don’t spot her on the ground level so I make my way up to the next floor. Weaving through the shelves of books I scope out the study desks scattered in between. I finally spot her dark curls out from the side of one of the shelves and make my way over, relieved that she’s still here. She must have just lost track of time.
When her table comes into view I see Levi next to her. Too close. Abby is leaning over showing him something on the notepad in front of him but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention, instead, he’s murmuring something to her I can’t here from over here and she’s… oh, hell no. Is she giggling? Fuck that noise. I walk over to them and ignore him like a stop sign as I look to Abby. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Excuse me?”
“You said you’d be done in an hour and a half. It’s been one hour and forty minutes. Let’s go.” I’m having a really hard time hiding my anger.
“Do you have to be so rude? I didn’t tell you to wait and it’s just ten minutes.” There’s an angry glint in her eye. I’m embarrassing her but fuck this shit.
“Rude? I’m being rude?”
“It’s ok babe, I gotta run anyway. I’ll see you this weekend?” Levi says as he starts packing up his shit.
“Don’t call her babe, dude. She hates it.”
Levi frowns at my statement. “Really? She’s never said anything to me.” He stands to his full height but I’m not intimidated by this asshole, I have at least three inches on this guy. “Maybe she just doesn’t like it when you do it.” I take a step closer ready to wipe that smirk off his face when Abby interrupts by placing a hand on his chest. My veins turn to ice as I stare at that hand.
“Yes, this weekend. At the bookstore. We’ll tackle the next two chapters then.” He drags his eyes off mine and then pulls her in for a quick hug. I’m sure only to piss me off even more. “Sure, babe.” But he’s not looking at her. He’s smirking at me over her shoulder and making sure I hear him call her babe again but then he grabs his bag and takes off.
“Oh, my gosh. How could you be so rude to him?”
“Just grab your shit and meet me outside.” I throw over my shoulder as I stalk off.
“No, thank you. I don’t want to be in a confined space with you right now. I will find my own way home thank you.”
I spin on my heel and walk back to her. “Oh yeah? You gonna ask Levi to come pick you up?”
“Maybe I will,” she squares her shoulders and meets my glare. “At least he’s not a… a… rude person!”
“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re so nice to him? Because you sure as fuck don’t give me the time of fucking day.”
“I don’t? I don’t?!” She has her hands in tight fists next to her body. She’s trying to get her emotions under control but I can’t stop pushing her.
“No you fucking don’t. I have to kiss your ass just to have dinner with me and make bargains or blackmail you just to go outside the apartment with me but Levi calls and you just go running like a lovesick puppy!”
"Because you're a complete mess. You take up every inch of space and it's confusing and I can't find my grounding around you."
I’m stunned into silence.
"Abby, that's because you like me."
"I do NOT like you. You’re messy and noisy and... and annoying, and you make me feel horrible, like all the time and Levi is nice to me! He is a nice person."
“Oh yeah? That’s not what half the cheerleading squad tells me. He was about to slobber all over you and you were eating it right up. You should be embarrassed of the way you were acting.” That was uncalled for and I know it, but I can’t get a hold on my anger. It’s unfair but her words hurt me.
She sucks in a deep breath at my words.
“Maybe I want him to slobber all over me. Ever think of that?” She’s shoving things into her bag, annoyance clear on the hold of her shoulders.
“Really? THAT guy?” She only shrugs as she pulls her bag over her shoulder and walks off to the stairs leading down. I grab her arm and pull her in between the shelves to hide from the increasing stares we’re getting from the few students that are still around at this time of night. “That guy?!” I whisper-shout again. “He’s a fucking player that will dump you as soon as the condom is off and you’re here giggling and smiling and batting your eyelashes like some kind of teenage girl with a crush!”
She tries to struggle free but I fasten my hold on her arm and push her into the shelves at her back.
“What the fuck, Abs?” I’m so close to her I can feel her breath tickling my neck and it’s doing crazy things to my brain. Don’t get distracted, asshole.
“Maybe that’s what I want, Coyer. You’re always telling me to take risks and do things out of my comfort zone. Maybe I want to sleep with the quarterback of the football team and have three orgasms and not worry…”
I can’t listen to this anymore. I see red before I see black and the next thing I know I’m kissing her. My hands grab her face and my lips crash into hers. Her body is a frozen statue, but I don’t give up. I need her to kiss me back. I need it like my next breath. I’m desperate for it. I bite down on her lip and her shocked gasp allows my tongue entry into her mouth. And then everything disappears. Everything besides the taste of her and the sound of the blood beating in my ears. I grunt in pleasure as her tongue finally, sweetly and tentatively tangles with mine and her body relaxes slightly. Something in the back of my mind tells me to slow down, to savor this because once I let go she may never look at me again but when I try to pull away she gives a little moan that breaks me. Now, I’m only hungrier for her. My hands move down to her thighs to pick her up. Her legs tangle around my waist and her fingers are digging into my shoulders for balance. I press her up against the nearest shelf and grind my hips into hers. My cock wakes up when it senses her heat like it has a mind of its own, my hips grind into her, making slow and sensual movements that turn more desperate with each brush against her groin. It’s torture and bliss, not enough and too much at the same time. I move my hands slowly up her thighs, squeezing her hips before my palms travel higher, feeling her heat from under her shirt, over the sides of her tits, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head, making her nearly helpless. Her hips are grinding against mine. The pain and the need to get inside her right this second is overwhelming. The pleasure of her tongue playing with mine, the slight jerk she gives to hold my hips close when I pull back. We’re frantic and desperate and I finally have just a tiny glimpse of the passion she’s capable of. I can’t get enough of her. Her moans and sighs make me drunk and I can’t think straight. This isn’t right, what I’m doing to her is not right but I don’t care. She needs to know. I drink from her mouth before I break away and suck at her neck. Kissing and licking the sensitive spot before moving up the side of her neck.
My fingers tangle in her hair. I give it a light tug to pull her head to the side and move my mouth to her ear. My breathing is heavy and I can feel her tits against me with every heave of my chest. I swallow and close my eyes for a brief second to gain some control.
"Those moans you just gave means you like me, babe.” My mouth moves down to hers, my lips brushing against hers, our breaths mingling. “You say my name when you make yourself come, Abby, I heard you," I lick her lips but pull back when she tries to capture my mouth “And if anyone is going to fuck you into three orgasms, it's going to be me. Not Levi."
I let her down and watch her face as a multitude of emotions play across it.
“Text Levi and tell him he needs to find a new tutor. I’ll meet you in the truck.” It’s the only thing I can think to say before I stalk off and curse myself for kissing her. But even more for stopping.