Page 72 of Not A Whisper

“They’ve been around a lot more,” I interrupt. “I’m struggling going from having just myself around to adding three other people. The quiet is nice.”

If quiet nights are going to start being few and far between, I’m going to savor the time I get.

“Oh, well, I guess I can understand that.” Pianna doesn’t sound convinced. I’m not surprised.

“What about Miguel, what’s he up to tonight?”

“Hi, Briella!” he calls from somewhere in the background. “Hope to see you soon.”

I smile. Out of all of Pianna’s boyfriends, I’m glad it’s Miguel she’s decided to marry. So far, he seems like a decent guy.

“I’ll be out to visit soon.” My smile falls as exhaustion hits me. “Let’s talk later, I’m going to pass out for the night.”

“Alright, Bri. I’ll send you more dresses while I scroll through my phone. ‘Night!”

That night, after going through countless pictures of wedding dresses, I find myself dreaming of walking down an aisle in a white dress all my own. And at the end waiting for me? Three young men.

Turnsout the leak on the third floor has been going on for a while. Due to the damage behind the walls and in the ceilings, Ms. Barbara made the executive decision to keep the library closed for the rest of the week while the plumbers and a small crew of construction workers started their repairs.

Which means it’s a slow Thursday for me and Jonathan.

We use the time to sort through returns and organize the shelves. It's a slow process. One that requires focus while we follow the Dewey decimal system way of shelving each book. Since I'm not needed elsewhere, I slip on my Bluetooth headphones and listen to some music while I work.

I’m so caught up in what I'm doing, I don't realize I'm beingwatched until I literally hit someone with my cart as I push it forward absentmindedly—my eyes trained on a misplaced book on a shelf too high for me to reach.

"Ooph! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying—" As I reach up to remove the headphone from my ear, I turn to see who's standing in the aisle with me.

Trip inspects me with cool contempt. "You sing pretty confidently for someone that’s tone deaf."

My face burns with embarrassment. "I am not!"

"It took me way too long to realize what song you were trying to sing."

I place my hands on my hips. "Rather than critique myamazingvocal skills, how about telling me what you're doing here? Students aren't supposed to be in the library right now."

"I’m not a student." He grins as I roll my eyes. “In any case, I'm on a lunch break. Thought I could swing by to see my doll."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. It doesn't help. Trip's grin turns cocky as he saunters around the cart and pulls me into him. While Ms. Barbara flutters around upstairs on the third floor and with Jonathan downstairs working, I've got the second floor all to myself. Feeling emboldened, I reach up, grab two handfuls of his shirt, and lean up to kiss him. The move takes Trip by surprise, but once the shock wears off, he kisses me back just as eagerly.

His hands land on my hips and he drags me into his body. Against my stomach, I can feel his dick begin to grow hard. I nip at his bottom lip and force my tongue into his mouth, demanding to taste him. Trip groans softly. I let go of his shirt only so that I can wrap my arms around his neck.

Pulling away from his mouth, I whisper against his lips, "I want you down my throat."

"Hm, you hungry dollface?” Trip leans down to kiss along my jawline. “Want me to feed you?"

"Yes."

Trip's teeth nip along my neck as I tilt my head to the side. "Your pretty lips around my cock sound like a dream come true. Do you really want me?"

"Yes, Trip. Play with me."

He hums in approval. "What if I told you to get on your knees for me? Right here and now—would you do that for me?"

I nod and he kisses me again, hard and hungrily. When he breaks it, I give him a coy smile and start to sink to my knees. His hold tightens around my waist, keeping me upright, even as his face twists with regret.

"You're such a good doll. My favorite toy to play with." He sighs. "But you're going to have to wait for tonight ’cause we don't have time for this."

With that, he steps back.

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