Brax reached over, shoving his hand under my waistband and deftly pulling me out of my underwear and track pants.
I was already hard as a steel post, my dick leaking. I turned my head slightly so I was looking at him but could also see if anyone came up behind us. He licked his hand before wrapping it around my shaft for a long, lazy stroke. I groaned and almost shot my load right then and there.
Sex in public was fucking hot.
But then, anything with Brax was.
“Shh. You can’t be loud, Lacrosse,” he whispered, rubbing his palm over the head of my erection, then back down again.
“Easy for you to say.”
“If you’re loud, I stop.”
“Fuck you.”
“I told you I won’t make anything easy on you.”
He sped up his hand movements. Handjobs were a whole lot better with lube, but I was so horned up, my precum and Brax’s spit were doing the job.
“Fuck…Jesus God, that’s good,” I said breathlessly.
My eyes drifted closed, but then I heard, “Where do you want to sit?” and they jerked open. I would fucking die if the group of girls came close to us and we had to stop…or I’d throw Brax on the table and give them a show. I was so damn turned on, I didn’t think I could stop.
“Look how full your balls are already.”
“Can’t…look.” I eyed them, one of the girls gazing at me, but something in my expression must have said, Don’t even think about it, because she frowned and pointed in the other direction.
“Let’s go over there.” They left, but there were still people around the space behind us. The possibility that we’d get caught remained a constant worry, yet all it did was turn me on more.
“Such a pretty cock. I bet you want to fuck me with it, don’t you, Lacrosse? Wanna know what it’s like to have my ass hugging you tight? Should I give it to you before we end this?”
“Yesssss. Hell yes.”
My eyes rolled back, and I nearly melted into the seat, but I forced myself to chill the fuck out before I ruined this.
He took his hand away and spit in it again, then jerked me faster. My breathing picked up. I didn’t know how no one realized what we were doing, but I didn’t care.
I watched him while he pleasured me, took in the way he licked his lips, the cut of his jaw, the way he styled his hair so it was messy and sticking up, the flare of lust in his eyes when he turned to me, and said, “Tick-tock. You better come for me before it’s too late.”
I didn’t know what it was about those words, but the way he’d spoken them, coupled with his hand twisting around my crown and then down my shaft, had my whole body tensing, my balls letting loose, spewing my load all over Brax’s hand, my groin, and my pants. “Fuck…fuck.” I was a mess in the goddamned library, but I didn’t care. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
He smiled, used his clean hand to tug a hoodie out of his bag. He wiped his hand before giving it to me, when I heard, “What the fuck, Langley?” Watty basically shouted across the library.
“Shhh!” someone hissed.
I dropped the sweatshirt to my thighs, covering my softening cock, emptied balls, and the cum all over me.
Watty walked up with Ford. “We’ve been texting you.” Ford looked back and forth between me and Brax.
“I was…um…”
“Studying?” Watty finished for me.
Yeah, that. I was a fucking idiot. “Yep. Homework.” I nodded toward Braxton, unfairly angry with my friends for ruining this moment.
“I gotta bail.” Brax shoved his laptop into his bag, glanced at me, and winked. I was going to fucking kill him. I had my dick out and my friends there, and he was leaving? He stood and said, “See you at work tonight, Lacrosse, and just so you know, it’s your turn next time.” He walked away without a word to my friends.
“Your turn for what?” Ford asked.
“Nothing.”
“What’s going on with you and Asshole Bartender?” Watty questioned.
“Nothing. It’s school stuff,” I said, trying to figure out if I could discreetly clean the jizz from myself before it dried.
“Is he who you were with the other night?”
“Jesus, man. What is this, fifty questions?” I bit out, being more of a dick than the situation warranted.
“What the hell is your problem?” Watty crossed his arms while Ford gave me a penetrating stare.
“Nothing, sorry. Just shit for school that I hate. What are you guys doing here?”
Watty said, “I need this book for class, and then we’re out. Want us to wait for you?”
“Nah, I gotta finish something real quick. I’ll meet you guys back at the house, and we can go to practice together.”
They looked at each other. This whole thing was totally sus, and I got that, but they nodded and went on their way.