The slam of the library door is the first thing I hear.
Tom and I had been studying for hours, him helping me study for my Charms exam taking place tomorrow morning. It was now around midnight, and even the librarian had called it a night.
"What are you thinking about, doll?" Toms voice rang in my ear.
"I'm just sleepy," I admit, stifling a yawn.
"I bet I could wake you up," he smirks, eyeing my body up and down.
"No Tom, not right now," I tell him. "It's too late and I have an exam tomorrow. I need to head back to my dorm get some sleep."
"Such a goody-two shoes," he mocks, "I could help tire you out. Give you the best sleep of your life."
I gasp as his hand trails its way up my skirt, caressing my thighs gently.
"You look so fucking sexy right now, it's killing me," he brings his hands to cup my face before smashing his lips on mine.
He tastes like mint and whiskey, his tongue darting out to dance between my lips. Unable to resist him, I moan out and throw my head back as he starts peppering kisses along my neck.
"So easy for you to fall apart," he remarks, "move to the back of the library, darling. We'll have more space for our... endeavors."
He leans back in to kiss me as he leads me to the back of the library. In a second, my back hits a bookshelf and my hands are pinned down under his. Unable to move, I squirm and writhe under his gaze.
"So needy aren't we? Don't worry, my good girl will be rewarded," he says with a smirk.
Dropping to his knees, he pulls off my skirt, helping me step out of it before moving onto my panties. He peppers gentle kisses up my thighs, but, sensing my need, he pulls down my panties as well.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," he assures.
I throw my head back as his mouth latches onto my clit, his tongue moving in fast circles on my pussy. He brings his hand up to rub my clit, stimulating me in the best way possible.
"Please, Tom, it feels so good," I say through a moan.
"You'll get your chance to cum, be patient. My dirty girl," he smirks, loving the effect he has on me.
He continues to rub and lick my clit, and I'm seconds away from an orgasm when he suddenly pulls away from my pussy.
I groan as his mouth leaves of pussy, tugging onto his hair to get him back where I want him.
"Be patient, my little whore," he says as he unzips his pants and pulls out his hardened cock.
He palms himself a few times, getting himself ready, though he's already dripping wet from the foreplay.
"Please Tom," I moan, desperate for some relief.
He lines himself up and slowly pushes himself into me, groaning as my pussy walls tighten around his cock.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans as he speeds up his thrusts.
He continues to slam into me, thrusting into me at a much faster pace now that I've adjusted. He pulls my legs up, so my legs are wrapped around his waist whilst my back rests against the bookshelf. His fingers dig into my hips as he continues to thrust deep into me. From this angle, he's able to go deeper, causing me to moan loudly.
"Shut your fucking mouth," he says, removing a hand from my waist and shoving two fingers down my throat. "Suck," he tells me.
I wrap my lips around his fingers, grateful that he's making sure I stay quiet. He removes his fingers from my mouth and brings his hand down to my clit, rubbing fast circles which make me throw my head back and cry out from the stimulation.
"Stop screaming like a whore," he tells me. "That's only for me to hear."
He continues to overstimulate me as I try my best to stay quiet, desperate for a release.
"Please Tom, I need to cum," I moan out.
"Hold on for me, baby," he replies. "Such a dirty girl taking me here like this."
I throw my head back, unable to contain myself anymore as his hand rubbing my clit speeds up.
"Cum for me, doll," Tom says.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, my legs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He continues to rub my clit and thrust into my pussy, causing wet tears to roll down my cheeks at the overstimulation.
"You did so well, sweetheart," he assures me as he pulls out of me. "Let's go get you cleaned up," he says, helping me back into my skirt.
"Well that was a productive study session," I laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm. As I try to stand up from the bookshelf, my legs begin to shake.
Tom laughs, scooping me up bridal-style into his arms.
"You deserved a break," he tells me. "You've been working way too hard all night. Let's go get some rest."
