Library Lusts

[Kinks: Public setting, silence kink, teasing]

The library was quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a soft blanket. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scratching of pens on paper. It was late, almost closing time, and the place was nearly empty — just the way I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and my books.

I had been coming here every day for weeks, always sitting in the same spot near the big windows that let in the moonlight. That’s when I first noticed him.

He wasn’t like the other students. Dark hair that fell messily over his forehead, sharp jaw, and eyes so intense they felt like they could see right through me. The first time I caught him looking, my heart stuttered. But he didn’t look away, not even when I stared back. Instead, he smirked — like he was daring me to do something.

I didn’t know his name. Didn’t know anything about him. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Tonight, I wore a short plaid skirt, a little rebellious, a little daring. No tights, just bare legs and a pair of black lace panties that I knew were too sexy for a place like this. I wanted to see if he would notice. If he would finally make a move.

I sat down at my usual table and flipped open my textbook, pretending to study. But I could feel his eyes burning into me from across the room. My skin prickled, and I crossed my legs slowly, drawing his gaze down my thighs. I bit my lip, heart pounding in a way I couldn’t control.

After what felt like forever, I heard a soft scrape behind me. I didn’t look up, but I knew it was him moving closer. My breath hitched as his chair scraped the floor, sliding up next to mine. He was close—too close—and I could smell the sharp scent of his cologne mixed with something smoky and warm.

Without a word, he reached out and placed his hand on my bare thigh.

I froze.

His fingers were warm and firm, pressing lightly. I tried to focus on my book, but my heart was racing, and my breath felt too shallow.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.

I didn’t say anything.

He smiled, a slow, wicked grin that made my insides twist.

His hand slid higher, inch by inch, until his fingertips brushed against the lace edge of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from gasping, the shock of his touch setting a fire deep inside me.

He slipped his fingers under the thin fabric, skin meeting skin.

I wanted to pull away. I should have. But I didn’t.

Instead, I pressed my thighs together, wanting more even as my mind screamed to stop.

His fingers moved slowly, teasing me, circling the most sensitive spot just beneath the lace. I trembled in my seat, my breath catching as heat pooled between my legs. Every nerve felt alive, buzzing with pleasure and danger.

“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the noises threatening to escape my mouth.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed nearby. Someone was walking past the aisle. My heart jumped, but his hand didn’t stop.

He kept stroking, faster now, fingers gliding expertly over my slick skin.

“Don’t make a sound,” he breathed against my neck. “Or everyone will know what a dirty little slut you are.”

My body shook with need, hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan as his thumb pressed in slow, hard circles, finding exactly where I needed it most.

My world narrowed down to his touch — hot, firm, unstoppable.

And then, the most intense wave of pleasure I’d ever felt crashed through me. I came silently, trembling against his grip, my breath ragged and fast. I bit my cheek until it hurt to stop myself from crying out loud.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close, his fingers still moving gently as I rode out the waves.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with that same wicked grin, licking his fingers slowly like they were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“Same time next week?” he asked, voice rough and teasing as he stood up and zipped his jacket.

I nodded, legs still weak.

He walked away, disappearing into the shadows, leaving me sitting there, heart pounding and panties soaked.

I glanced down at my open book, but the words had lost all meaning.

I knew I’d never get any studying done again.