Page 9 of The Band Geek

His hand falls on my thigh again, and this time, I don't do anything to move it right away. My mind is too fuzzy thinking about his words to register the fact that he's slowly moving his hands between my legs. My entire body tenses in my chair as he massages me through the crotch of my pants, forcing the seam of the shorts closer to my clit.

“I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist,” Sawyer jokes, watching me closely while he continues massaging me.

I bite my lips, but I don't say anything. I'm acutely aware of the fact we are not alone, and if I make a noise too loud, someone is bound to turn around and catch us like this. He unbuttons my pants and slides his hand inside, digging underneath my panties to make contact with my already wet pussy.

“I knew you were turned on,” Sawyer says with a cocky grin.

His thumb presses against my clit, forcing me to inhale sharply and hold my breath as intense pleasure forces all my nerves to stand at attention. I look around nervously, making sure nobody can see the two of us. Sawyer doesn't take his eyes off me as a finger slides inside, and I let out an uncontrollable moan.

Both Sawyer and I shift in our seats to hide what's going on as somebody looks over their shoulder with their eyebrows furrowed, wondering what could have sparked that noise in the library. I quickly lean over to look at his notebook as if I'm checking something on the page while his hand stays between my legs, his fingers slowly thrusting in and out of me.

“You better be quiet, Rowan. We're in a library after all,” he whispers in my ear as I lean in front of him.

I shove my face in the palm of my hand as I try to stifle another moan. His middle finger explores me while his thumb massages my clit perfectly, nearly sending me over the edge from the overwhelming sensations. I look down at his lap to see his cock straining against the front of his pants.

God, I want it so bad. I want to reach down and hold it, to feel it inside me instead of his finger. Just thinking about it is enough to send another thrill of anticipation through my body.

My breath quickens as my orgasm comes closer, and I do everything in my power to keep from crying out. He slides another finger inside me, completely overwhelming me as he moves it faster and faster.

“I had no idea a little band geek like you would be so naughty,” Sawyer says, his voice barely audible. “Make sure you keep your voice down when I make you come.”

My entire body shakes and trembles as I bite down on my fist, stifling the moans as best as I can. Someone in front of us looks over their shoulder, and I busy myself by trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Either they don't seem to care or they just turn a blind eye to it because they turn back around and look at their work.

Sawyer pulls me back while he continues pumping his finger in and out of me, watching my face as I struggle to keep my composure. He likes seeing me like this. In his own weird way, he's tormenting me, and I'm just letting him.

When I finally calm down, Sawyer slides his finger out of me and rests his hand in his lap, staring at me as I lean back in the chair, my legs feeling weak.

“So that means we have a date, then,” Sawyer says with a smug grin.

All I can do is shake my head for a moment, and he watches with satisfied amusement as I try to formulate words again. “I never agreed to that,” I say after a moment.

“I'll be here to pick you up at seven,” he says without even flinching at my comment. He stands and gathers his things, looking at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “If you don't show up, I'll just have to make a scene.”

I don't know what he means by that, but I'm honestly too afraid to find out. He gathers his things and waves at me before walking out of the library.

I guess this means I have a date with Sawyer Jackson.

SEVEN

As I make the drive to the dorms to pick Rowan up, I think about all the opportunities I have to embarrass her if she decides to leave me hanging. I'm not above throwing rocks at windows and lifting a boomboxSay Anythingstyle. I know most of the girls I've gone out with would be thrilled for me to do something like that, but something tells me Rowan would hate it. People would look at her, and her entire body would turn bright red from embarrassment.

Do Iwantto embarrass her? No. But I will if I have to.

She's not getting out of this date easily.

Luckily, I won't have to throw any pebbles or climb any windows because she's sitting on a bench outside of the dorm in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized band T-shirt. Her brown hair is thrown up in a messy bun, and she's not wearing any makeup. Compared to my khakis and button-up shirt, she definitely looks disheveled. But there's something adorable about it that I like.

I park my car and get out to walk to her like a gentleman. She doesn't trust me, and I don't fully understand why, so I will do everything I can to earn her trust tonight.

“Don't you look ravishing,” I say, walking over to her with my hands in my pockets. She looks at me and stands up, gesturing to her clothes. “I'm so glad you decided to dress up for this. I worried that you might think this wasn't a serious date.”

“It's laundry day. What can I say?” Rowan says, shrugging casually. “I guess we should probably reschedule or something.”

Of course she would dress like this just to get me to call this date off. That's not going to work on me, though.

“No, you're not getting off that easy.” I pause and laugh. “Unless you play your cards right.”

She blushes and nervously looks away from me, no doubt remembering what happened in the library earlier this afternoon. I've been thinking about it nonstop, and I've practically had a semi ever since. I want her more than I can describe, and I know she wants me too. I'm not going to stop until both of us are satisfied.

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