Page 13 of Rescued By the Mothman

The kiss deepened and I pulled away just enough to nip at his lips, which sent his tongue delving deep into my mouth. A hand wandered down to my ass and squeezed. As we pressed together, I felt his hardness growing against my stomach. I rocked my hips against him, hoping to hear that delicious sound again, and he rewarded me with an even louder moan.

His other hand moved around in between us, and he unbuttoned my pants. He crept down under my panties and paused again just before reaching my clit. He pulled his face away from mine, leaving me panting. His voice was rough and heavy when he spoke.

“Do you want this?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Say please.”

“Please.”

We kissed again, and he found my clit, grazing it with a slow, gentle touch that had me bucking into his hand. He refused to give me any pressure and laughed into my mouth. Voices rang out near us, and I knew I should care, but I didn’t. I tried to press against his hand again, but he pulled away.

“Now now. Let's not have you lose your job.”

He stepped away from me, and I felt cold for a moment. His face was covered in a wicked grin now. Mine was probably a desperate mess. Deft fingers buttoned up my pants for me and then he slapped me on the ass.

“Oh!”

“Shush now.”

Two women walked past the end of the row of books, and I flushed with heat. We’d been moments away from being caught. I was at my place of work and I’d completely lost myself in him. Worse, I hadn’t wanted it to stop, whatever the consequences. Jaw clenched, I scowled at him. He leaned into my ear, his warm breath tickling me and driving me insane.

“I need something from you.”

I struggled to get in full breath.

“What?”

“Your CCTV footage.”

My brain faltered for a moment before anger kicked it going again.

“Excuse me?”

He leaned back, grinning at me. I was on the verge of losing my temper.

“Are you kidding? CCTV?”

He laughed, the sound like velvet.

“Yes, and no. The library’s CCTV footage might show where Delaney went yesterday, but I also figured that your cameras and computer might be stored in an office somewhere. With a door, and privacy?”

I slapped him on the chest and marched off to the office. He closed the door behind us and pulled me in close again.

“Are you always this infuriating?” I asked.

“Worse usually.”

He launched himself at me again, and we collided in a mess of lips and hands. There was no gentleness this time. It was just need. He ground himself against me and all I could think about was having him inside me. He ran his hands over the curve of my breasts before sliding under my top and lifting it so he could look at me. I was wearing a thin bra, so my peaked nipples were very noticeable. He leaned down and nipped at one, making me cry out.

“More or less?”

His voice was thick with need. I marveled at his control. Mine seemed to have disintegrated.

“More.”

He pulled the cup of my bra out of the way, and ran his tongue over my nipple before sucking and nibbling at it. I ran my fingers through the fur on his stomach, feeling the hard muscles underneath. I continued down to the hard cock, straining at his pants, running a hand over it. He gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. It was huge. All of him was huge, but this felt intimidatingly big. My body was even more wet at the thought of trying to take it though. He pushed into my hand.

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