Page 246 of Ominous: Part 1
I lift up her skirt and see the wetness along her white panties. I reach for it, running my thumb over her slit, and she whimpers, her eyes on me. I slip my thumb beneath the edge of her underwear, and I groan at how fucking wet she is as I push into her with ease.
I bring one hand down beside her head and my body is over hers. Dipping my head, I kiss her, and her lips part for me as she moans, grabbing my damp hair, holding my head to hers. I keep fingering her as her tongue swirls with mine and I taste me on her.
It makes me hard all over again, and I could fuck her right here.
I pull my thumb out, gliding it up to her swollen clit, circling her as she moans, bucking her hips.
Then I just can’t take it anymore, and I shove down my pants all over again, move aside her underwear, and fuck her there, on the floor of the goddamn library, her legs tangled around my waist, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
It takes me longer, and I enjoy her more, and when the second orgasm shatters through me, I pull out so I can watch my cum coat her pussy, her thighs spread wide as she snatches up her skirt, to give me a good view. Then I press the heel of my hand against her clit, over my own cum, and shift it in circles until she’s coming, too, calling out my name as she falls apart beneath me.
Afterward, I pull up her underwear without cleaning her up, and I help her to her feet.
She’s dizzy, leaning against my chest as I hold her, my back supported by the bookcase.
I kiss the top of her head, the smell of sex mingling with the scent of all these old books.
A little laugh escapes her lips.
I speak against her hair. “What is it, baby?”
“The librarian,” she says shyly. “What if she saw?”
“She probably watched and fingered herself while she did.”
Eden jerks back, a frown marring her swollen lips. “I’ll kill her,” she says viciously.
I laugh, pleased with her protectiveness. But I thread my fingers through hers, between us. “She can watch,” I tell her. “Just, no one can touch.”
It’s a warning, more than a joke.
Eden smiles, and I know she’s going to say something fucking smart. “Unless we agree.”
I try to imagine it. Someone else touching her, even with myagreement.“All right,” I say slowly, keeping my anger in check. “As long as I get to kill whoever touched you immediately afterward.”
She licks her lips, and I think about how they felt around my dick. I don’t want anyone else to feel that, ever again from her. “Deal,” she says, like she means it.
I don’t think she realizes though I actuallywouldmurder someone for touching her.
It’s like she didn’t pay attention to the story about the rabbit at all.
But I know she did, because later, as I’m walking her to my car, my arm around her shoulders, she looks at me in the darkness of the parking lot and asks, “So, no pets, then?”
I shove her against the side of my car, and it takes a lot of self-control to only kiss her instead of fuck her again.
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Eden
I reachfor the handle of Mom’s van, glancing at the cloudy day. Two have passed since the library, and I’ve been grounded both, because I was supposed to call Sebastian for a ride home, or Mom, but I didn’t, and she was waiting for me at the front door when Eli dropped me off.
She was polite enough to him, probably because of his ever-present charm towards her, but she snatched my phone from my hand as soon as Eli drove off. Reece had a long-winded lecture to deliver, and this time, I didn’t argue or talk back.
I was still buzzing from Eli’s high.
“You told Scott you’re away this weekend, right?”
I fix my eyes on a cloud, backpack over one shoulder, and I grip the door handle tighter. “Yes, Mom.”
