Page 53 of Freckles

“That’s so good, baby.”

She pops off my head, glowering up at me. “Don’t call me that. I’m not one of the eager girls from your lineup, salivating over your cock.”

A statement she immediately undermines by going back to work, slobbering over me, her hands still rhythmically pumping.

“Take me deeper,” I order, my palm covering her head, fingers guiding her. My hips pump faster, and she speeds the bob of her head to match.

A boy clears his throat nearby and Francesca’s eyes widen. She attempts to withdraw, but I won’t let her.

The shelf judders as the unseen student takes out a book, and I cradle her head, thrusting deeper, senses alive with the sloppy wet sounds she’s making.

I see her kilt moving with the rhythmic clench of her thighs, and the thought she’s getting off on this, both of us on the verge of being discovered, makes me dizzy with pleasure until, with another pump, I explode into her mouth, seeing the jolt in her eyes when it hits her throat.

“Fuck,baby,” I say, just to tease her, my ears attuned to sounds from the adjoining stacks.

There’s no way whoever stands there doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“That was so good.”

She tries to pull back, but I hold her steady. “Suck me clean. I want you to swallow every drop.”

The long suction as her mouth pulls back has my eyes rolling back in my head. By the time I recover, she’s standing, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, eyes a vicious shade of green.

Our potential eavesdropper walks away.

“Anything else, or can I go?”

I tuck myself inside and do up my fly, movements disjointed and clumsy. “You’re lucky your tongue feels so good on my cock, Freckles. Otherwise, that big mouth might get you in trouble.”

She’s even more of a mess than before.

Shiny streaks of spit coat her face, lower lip swollen from her bite. I hold her chin so she can’t shrink away and bend to kiss her, savouring the sensuousness as I suck her lips between mine.

My head buzzes, incapable of thought. My nerves twist and turn, cold one moment, on fire the next. My spine creaks because she’s so goddamn short and I scoop my arm under her butt, lifting her until we’re level, my mouth never breaking its claim.

It’s not safe for a simple kiss to be this good.

“You should come with a warning sign,” I mutter, finding the strength to pull back, cock already stiff again, wanting to claim her again and again and who cares if we’re practically on display in the library where hundreds of students walk through the doors every day.

I still want to spread her legs and bury myself deep inside her. Make her scream when I mark her with every inch.

My arm grieves the loss when I return her feet to the ground.

“Your hair…” I croak and she pulls out the elastic and twists it back into shape.

She’s done everything I wanted when I sent the text.

I don’t want to let her go.

When she steps away, I say, “Stay. You’d usually study now, wouldn’t you?” Her faint nod is good enough and I sit, pulling out the chair next to mine. “Then we can study together. I need to work out what the last lesson was all about.”

Francesca hesitates, then takes the seat. I ignore that it’s probably fear of my uncle behind her capitulation and count it as a win.

With the textbooks in front of us, our arms occasionally brush together, and I enjoy the sparks of heat from her body. As I glance at our faint reflection in the window, I believe Francesca will warm to me in time. That one day, we’ll be a proper couple.

It’s just as hard to pay attention here as it was in class. I’ll have to dig out my textbooks later and attempt the homework again by myself.

But I don’t care.

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