Micah scoots me to the edge of the table and kisses me deeply. In no time flat, he has me on my back. As he sits down in a seat at the end of the table, he throws my legs over his shoulders. He slides me to the edge of the table and mumbles, “God, you’re gorgeous, Daph,” right before leaning in and using his talented tongue to circle my opening, withdraw, and then plunge in again. He moans, “You taste so good.”
I almost fly out of my skin when he sucks on my clit, then flicks his tongue against it. This might be it. I’m going to die right here on this table. I’ll perish from insane lust and Micah’s wicked, wicked tongue. He’s making the most animalistic sounds, growling and grunting as he uses his mouth to drive me higher until I’m shaking with the need to come.
And, oh my God, what if someone were to see me laid out on the table like this with Micah’s tongue furiously licking my pussy? That thought does something to me and my arousal peaks so hard I wonder if I’m going to pass out. The instinctual need to chase this feeling of euphoria is indescribable.
Micah jerks up out of the seat, immediately bringing me back from the teetering edge. He stands and unfastens his dress pants, shoving his boxer briefs far enough down so that his cock is freed. His hand dives into his pocket, out of which he pulls a condom. He has the package open and is rolling it on before I even blink. Raggedly, he demands, “Come here, baby. I need to be inside you when you come.”
I slide off the table, and his hands cup my face, tilting it to his. He kisses me like he’s burning up. Like he’s at the center of a fiery inferno, and I’m the only one who can put it out. His tongue explores. It takes. It plunders. Until the only thing that exists is him. Until all I want is him.
Sitting down, he holds out his hands, and I sit astride him, his dick hard and thick between us. His mouth finds mine once more and his tongue sweeps inside. The heady taste of me on his tongue has my core pulsing again. So. Damn. Close. “I want you to ride my cock, baby. Ride me.” He helps me rise up over him, then slides his fingers through my arousal. I’m slick and ready for him. “Fuck. I need inside you now.” He lines his cock up with my opening and guides me down on top of him.
“Oh.” My breath jerks out of me. “Oh, God.” I’d forgotten what this feeling of fullness was like. A fresh wave of lust bursts through my veins and flows through my body, and I begin to move. I slide up and down, watching Micah’s face. His jaw is rigid, and his eyes burn into mine. “Is this okay?”
“Oh my fucking God. Your pussy is so— It’s squeezing the hell out of my dick.”
Micah’s strong hands grip my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he helps me find a rhythm. I grind my clit on his pubic bone with each downward stroke. I’m so turned on, there could be twenty people standing at the window, looking in, and I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t.
My legs begin to quake and I whimper, knowing I’m right there again. Micah slips his hand between us, running his fingers over my clit.
The pleasure coils within me so tightly and feels so good, I could cry. “Please don’t stop.”
Micah groans. “I can’t stop. Fuck, baby, this is so good.”
A shimmering sensation ignites and rolls through my body, my pussy clenching around his cock. As I lose it, he grips both of my hips and surges upward into me several times before he groans then stills below me. He blows out a breath, clasps his hand behind my neck, and pulls my face to his, delivering a series of heart-stopping kisses.
I can’t think. I’m in a daze. My entire world in this moment is Micah.
That is, until the telltale squeaking of a cart coming our way is like a bucket of ice water dumped over both of us.
“Fuck, that’s probably Traiger.” Micah pulls out and helps me off his lap before removing and tossing the condom into the trash can at the side of the room.
Making a mental note to make sure I dispose of the trash before I leave, I glance out the window. “She’s probably bringing me more books to reshelve.” I hurriedly look one way and then the other. “Where are my panties?”
Micah finishes tucking himself back into his pants and stands, fishing into his pocket and producing them with a wink. “For safe keeping.”
My cheeks redden as I take them from him. “I found my bra behind the couch, by the way.”
He snickers, pulling his blazer back on. “I figured, but we didn’t have time to look.”
The door opens and Mrs. Traiger pokes her head in. “Oh. Hi, Micah. I didn’t know you were here.” She gives him a quizzical look.
“I thought you saw me when I came in. Daph was just helping me with the Spanish assignment due tomorrow. I’m on my way back to class now.” Micah smiles at her, then shoots me a private wink.
“Oh, okay. Daphne, honey, I have more books that need reshelving. Do you think you’ll have time to get to them today?”
“Yep.” My face burns with heat as I shift my hand behind me. I hadn’t had a chance to put my panties back on. My thoroughly pleasured lady bits are blowing in the breeze.
From the amused smirk on Micah’s face, he’s well-aware of my predicament.
Jerk.
Hot, sexy jerk.
“I’ll leave them right outside, then.” With a quick grin, she scurries away, presumably back to whatever she’d been reading.
“Thought that was funny, did you?” I bring my panties out from behind my back and step into them quickly, smoothing my skirt.
“I was mildly entertained.”
I catch the corner of my lip with my teeth, gazing up at him. “I should get back to work.”
He nods, then out of nowhere, yanks me to him, holding me tightly. “Thank you.”
I look up and open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t have to thank me when he gently places his finger to my mouth. “You are my calm.” He replaces his finger with his lips, kissing me soundly. “I appreciate it.”
As I watch him leave the library, my heart skips a little in my chest. I might be his calm, but he’s my healing. My rock.