Page 59 of No One Else

I bite my lip again to contain a whimper, nodding. His eyes flare with heat, turning the notebook back toward him. I focus on his fingers as they curl around the pen, writing furiously. They’re dextrous, capable, like he knows how to use them. On me... in me.

Holy crap, I must be seriously hard up if just his fingers are turning me on like this.

He pushes the paper back my way, his gaze trained down on the words he’s written. His hand hovers over the page for a second, like he doesn’t want to let go, but then he slowly removes it, revealing his innermost thoughts.

I knew that would be your answer. Because that’s the same way I want it too. Fast and hot. I want to strip you, throw you on the bed, split your legs wide open, and feast on that sweet pussy of yours. Feel you dripping for me against my tongue. Lick you up and start again, discovering every secret part of you. Every spot that makes you scream, makes you shout for more, makes you squirm and clench and release for me. Until you’re begging me to stop because you can’t handle any more, bringing me up your body to your mouth, tasting yourself on my lips, eager for my cock inside you next.

The swarm inside me goes insane reading his words, and I stare at him in shock when I’m finished. If I hadn’t seen him write this with my own eyes, I never would have believed it came from him.

Evan’s capable of something this dirty?

The idea sends a wave of shivers over me. If he can turn me on this much by just writing it, how will it feel when he’s actually doing it?

He’s not smirking anymore. “Did I go too far?” His face is somber, anxious even. Like he’s afraid I might stomp out of here right now, disgusted with him, clutching my pearls and exclaiming, “Well, I never!”

It’s just the opposite, though. I find myself leaning in even closer, wanting to be that much nearer. I reach out and grab his hand, mine shaking a little, needing to reassure him. “No,” I tell him hoarsely. “I want that. All of that. Exactly.” The thought of doing what he described... oh God, I have to shift in my seat to contain myself.

His breaths come faster, gaze pinning me in place. He hands me the pen and in complete earnestness quietly asks, “If we were alone right now, what would you want me to do to you?”

What started as a fun game suddenly feels a lot more serious. I didn’t expect to be so incredibly turned on in the middle of the library, surrounded by other people going about their normal studying business. But at the same time, it’s safe. It’s not like we’d actually do any of the stuff he wrote here. I can tell him anything I want, the filthiest stuff I can imagine, and it’s not like we could actually do it. Use language I wouldn’t normally use. Describe things I would never dare speak aloud. The possibilities are endless as I turn to a fresh page.

You take my top off and suck on my tits.

Did I really write that? Am I actually going to show it to him?

I glance up at him, his expression encouraging. It makes me pause, considering. Why am I doubting this so much? It’s Evan. I want to do naughty stuff with him. And how will he know if I don’t tell him?

I turn the notebook toward him before I can change my mind, his face revealing no hint of any internal thoughts as he reads my sentence. “What else?” he asks in a low voice, something I haven’t heard from him before. It’s dark, hypnotic, making me want to reveal all my inner desires to him. Like I’m under his spell, I write more out, teasing both of us.

You slide your hand into my panties, curling your fingers into me, circling my clit, getting me off as you lick and kiss and nip my breasts.

I flip it back to him, his eyes darkening as they scan the page. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, sending a zing due south within me.

His reaction has me bringing the notebook back to me, the words flowing out of me and onto the sheet, coming from some primitive place. The side that ignores the reasonable explanations I give myself about how it’s totally not a big deal we don’t have apartments of our own. Nowhere we can go back to and do anything we want without worrying about roommates. The side that wants everything with him.

Right now.

You clear the table and lay me down, unzipping your jeans, taking out your hard cock, and guide yourself into me until I’m full. I can’t focus on anything but how you fill me up, how I want you so bad.

I pause, chewing on the end of the pen for a second. I underline the last phrase again, then turn it back to him.

His breathing picks up, eyes filled with desire as he takes the pen back from me, fingers caressing mine.

I want the real thing.

I lean further toward him. “I do too.”

“I can’t take this much longer,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair, his hands linked behind his head as he blows out a breath.

The clear image of Beth of all people, a Kappa Delta Phi girl I usually ended up hanging out with in group settings while dating Carter, comes to me then. Now, Beth was a bit of an exhibitionist, getting off on the thrill of having sex in public places and telling everyone about it afterward. One of her outlandish stories happened right here in this library, actually. Over in the history section in the back of the stacks where hardly anyone goes.

I’d laughed with the rest of the girls at the time, but the idea is intriguing now. What if Evan and I... no, we couldn’t. Right? I mean, that’d be crazy. That’s not something I would ever actually do.

But we haven’t had the chance to do anything. Between Morgan and Pete, we’ve been cockblocked at every turn.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Evan murmurs. I tilt my head questioningly and he smiles. “You’ve got that look on your face. Your planning face.”

God, he knows me too well.

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