Page 8 of Library Lovers

Biting the inside of my cheek as I straighten my glasses, I wring my hands together as nervousness sweeps through me. I just sucked off Jennings Tate of all people, in my library… I lock my gaze on my hands in my lap, unable to meet his eyes for a second longer.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says as he tucks his still semi-hard cock away then drops down to his knees in front of me. His palm cups my jaw, and he tips it up, giving me no choice but to meet his eyes. “Your confidence is sexy as hell, don’t go getting coy on me now. You just gave me the best blow job I’ve had in my entire life, and you’re kinda ruining the moment for me now.”

My brows scrunch in a deep frown. I’m ruining it for him. I just swallowed for God’s sake, what more does the man want? His fingertips brush against my cheek and I lean into it.

Damn it. Why does it have to feel so good when he touches me?

He smiles at my frown, and I want to punch him.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

“What?” I snap.

His smile widens. “My little spitfire, you’re back. You disappeared for a minute there.”

I roll my eyes when it dawns on me that he intentionally pissed me off to snap me out of my little freak out. “You’re an ass.” I get to my feet and look down at him. I like the view from up here. Jennings on his knees in front of me, now that’s a sight I could get used to. I smirk down at him and he grins right back.

“There you go with those dirty thoughts again.”

With a shrug, I pat him on the head. “It can’t be helped, I am who I am.” Then I turn on my heels and stride away, making sure to add a little extra sway to my hips as I go.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? I’ve got plans for you!” he calls out behind me.

The smile on my face actually hurts my cheeks, but I don’t even care. When I get to my desk at the front of the library, I grab my bag and head for the door. Jennings can lock up after himself when he’s ready to leave.

Just as my hand reaches for the handle my Spidey senses go into overdrive, and I spin around to Jennings standing not too far behind me, his pants still open but his dick is tucked away.

He arches a brow and stalks my way. “I said, I have plans for you,” he growls.

I attempt to appear unfazed by his alpha behavior even though it’s doing crazy things to my insides. “And I have things to do,” I tell him with all the confidence I can muster.

“As do I, and they involve you. I’m not in the habit of taking without returning the favor, Ava.”

He’s all up in my personal space and I can’t freaking breathe, I’m so turned on. With one final step, he closes the small distance between our bodies and presses his chest against my front as his arms come to rest on the door at either side of my head. I tilt back to look up at him, and dear God, the heat in his gaze just about sears me from the inside out.

I force myself to swallow, and the bastard then licks his perfectly pouty lips. I lose it. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I push up onto my tippy toes and extend my neck until he drops his face a few inches so I can kiss him.

Jennings lets me lead, or eat his face, more like. But he seems to be enjoying it if the bulge pressing against my tummy is anything to go by. The second his hands move from the door to my hips, I jump, and he lifts so I can curl my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my butt as he pulls me away from the entry and stalks along the hall to his temporary classroom, our lips locked the entire time.

Once inside, he plops me on the edge of his desk then drops down into the chair in front of me. Leaning forward, his hands trace the length of my thighs, pushing my dress up as they go, until he caresses my hips. “Lift,” he demands.

Bracing my feet on his firm thighs, I do as I’m told and boost my butt off the desk. He wastes no time wrapping his fingers around the sides of my panties, tugging them off only to then tuck them in his pocket. My gaze narrows on him, and he smirks, “Another memento, for my collection.”

“Your wh—”

His mouth moves between my legs, and my ability to finish what I was saying, let alone speak at all, is gone.

He parts my legs farther as his tongue flicks against sensitive flesh, making me moan as I fall back on my elbows to give him better access. He licks me with long, slow strokes, my legs quaking from the pleasure. And as my hips move, I grind my pussy into his face.

He groans, his fingers digging deeper into my fleshy thighs, positioned either side of his head. “You taste better than I imagined,” he says as he breathes against me, his eyes locked with mine.

I swallow and bite my bottom lip, and he grins and slides his tongue inside me, making my back arch off his desk, until he’s pinching my clit and I can’t take it anymore.

“Jennings!” I cry out as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

I throw my head back and enjoy the ride.

Holy sweet mother of mercy. Watching Ava hit her peak has just shot to the top of my daily to-do list.

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