“Been five days,” I groan into her kiss. “Fucking dying.”
“You’ve been counting?” she breathes, disbelief flooding her raspy voice.
“Addicted to your tight cunt, Siren.”
Leaving her suspended against the wall by my hips, I reach up, tuck my fingers under the straps of her bra and tug them down.
The cups give way, allowing her breasts to spill out.
“Look at you,” I murmur, staring down at the flushed skin of her chest and the tight buds of her nipples. “Such a seductive little whore.”
“Nico,” she moans, arching her back, offering herself up to me and grinding against my length, forcing me to grit my teeth.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” I groan. “Anyone could walk in here right now and discover the truth about who Miss Andrews really is.”
“Oh God,” she moans as reality hits her and she starts shoving at my shoulders. “Nico, stop. We can’t—”
“We can. And we will.”
“Nico,” she cries.
“What’s wrong, Siren? You can’t tell me that you haven’t been craving my cock. I know you have. I can feel your cunt burning through my trousers. You’re fucking desperate for it.”
“N-not here.”
“Oh yes. Right fucking here.”
She squeals as I peel her from the wall in favour of the table. Holding her with one arm, I sweep her folder and the work she was going to give me to do from it and let it fall to the floor with a thud.
“Nico.”
“Fucking love it when you scream my name, Siren.”
Lowering her to the cool wood, I immediately dip my head, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, once again making her arch for me.
I lap at her, teasing her hard peak with my teeth as my hand cups the other one, pinching her and making her moan and mewl for me.
My cock aches against the confines of my trousers, desperate to be set free and sink inside her tight heat.
He’s never been in a pussy as spectacular as Brianna’s before, and the fussy fucker doesn’t seem to be all that interested in a mediocre replacement.
“Oh God, please,” she begs, making me even harder, if that’s at all possible.
“Never fucked anyone in the library before,” I confess.
“Oh shit. We can’t— NICO,” she screams, entirely too loudly given where we are when I drag her knickers aside and plunge two fingers into her burning heat.
“It’s almost like you want to get caught, you filthy whore.”
“N-no. P-please,” she begs almost incoherently, fidgeting on the table as if she’s going to attempt to roll off it.
“I don’t think so.”
The rip of her lace knickers is loud enough to fill the space around us as the flimsy fabric falls away from her body.
“Oh my God, you did jus—”
Balling her underwear up in my hand, I stuff it into her mouth mid-sentence to shut her the fuck up.