Chapter 12 - On My Knees For Him

Vera's POV

I walked into the library and I won't lie, it was grand. The ceiling stretched high above me, lined with shelves that almost touched the top.

An woman that probably will be in her 40's sat behind the front desk with her nose buried in a book, not even looking up when I passed. I turned and walked toward the left wing.

The library felt empty, there were no students in it at the moment, probably because it was lunch hour.

I walked all the way to the far end of the west wing, shelves rising on both sides of me like walls. I took out my phone to text Liam and ask where he was when a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me back.

I opened my mouth to shout, but a large palm held it before any sound left me. My back hit a warm chest, and when I turned my head…

I was face to face with Liam. With our noses almost touching.

I mumbled against his palm, telling him to let go. He leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear.

“Calm down. Don't talk too loud.”

He pulled his hand away slowly.

I pressed my palm to my chest, still catching my breath. “Why would you scare me like that?”

“I didn't mean to.” His mouth curved up on one side. “But it was fun.”

I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. “Fun for just you.”

The moment I finished the sentence, his lips were on mine. He pulled back just enough to look at me with his dark gaze.

“No more words. Just action. You know why we're here.”

“Hmm…” I let the sound hum against his mouth, tilting my chin up so my lips almost brushed his.

His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted back to my eyes, then dropped again. I grabbed the front of his tie and yanked him down to me, kissing him before he could decide for himself.

This kiss wasn't slow, it was hungry from the first second. My hand wrapped around his neck and then my fingers went to touch the skin beneath his hair, roughing his hair in the process.

His hand slid under the hem of my skirt, warm against my thigh, and before I could even react to that, my back was pressed flat against the shelf behind me. He lifted one of my legs, guiding it around his waist, and I felt my whole body answer him, a slow throb building low in my stomach.

His fingers slipped further under my skirt, palm pressing into the curve of my backside, and I couldn't hold back the moan that left my throat.

We kissed like we were starving, his tongue meeting mine again and again. Then suddenly, he pulled back.

“This is enough, Vera.” His voice came out rough, thick with want, but his words said stop.

His hands started to loosen around me, but I tightened my arms instead, holding him in place.

“Not enough. I want more.”

I didn't give him time to argue. I kissed him again, slower this time, dragging my teeth gently over his bottom lip, almost drawing blood before sucking on it.

I looked around carefully, we were in the far corner of the library surrounded by shelves, it looked like where students won't come to often. Then I went on my knees.

My fingers worked his belt loose, then pulled his trousers down, his briefs following after. He sprang free, already hard, long and thick, veins running along the length of him. My eyes widened at the size and then my core throbbed in want. He was hard because of me and it made me more wet than ever.

I looked up at him once before lowering my eyes and taking him into my mouth.

My lips stretched around him as I took him deeper, until he hit the back of my throat, then pulled back out. I kept that rhythm, in and out, while his hand came to rest on the back of my head. A low groan rumbled out of him.

“Such a bad girl, Vera.”

I let one hand drift down to cup his balls, rolling them gently while my tongue traced a slow line from the base of him all the way to the tip. Then I took him back into my mouth, picking up speed.

His grip on my hair tightened, and his hips began to move on their own, pushing deeper with every thrust. I gagged as he filled my throat, but I didn't pull away. His breathing turned ragged, but mine was worse.

Between my own legs, the ache had grown unbearable. I slid my fingers beneath my skirt and touched myself, matching his rhythm while my mouth kept working him.

Minutes later, he spilled into my mouth, and I swallowed every drop, refusing to let any of him go to waste. When I finally pulled back, I dragged my tongue slowly across my lips, watching his face the whole time, my fingers still moving lazily between my thighs.

I stood with eyes locked on him. He reached down to tuck himself back into his trousers when I caught his wrist.

“We're not done. I want you inside me.”

His jaw tightened. “You're making me hard again, Vera.”

I gave him a small, innocent smile, the kind I knew drove him crazy. He turned me around himself this time, bending me forward at the waist, my palms flat against the shelf, my legs spread just enough. My skirt was short enough that he only had to push my panties aside. I felt the tip of him brush against my entrance and my breath caught hard in my chest. My whole body had been aching for this for weeks after my breakup, and now my body wants this more ever since that night at the party with Liam.

‘I can't believe I will get fucked in the library.’

Then a voice cut through our world.

“Liam! Are you here?”

It was Sarah.

Liam froze behind me. With his manhood so close to my entrance, he just needed to push more and I could get what I want so badly.

He moved first before I did. I yanked my skirt back down, smoothed my hair and tucked my blouse back into place with shaking hands. I glanced at Liam, he looked composed again in seconds, except for his hair, still messy from what I did with my fingers.

“You didn't come for lunch, and you weren't on the field. I know you're here somewhere.”

Her footsteps grew louder and closer. Liam grabbed my hand and pulled me into a narrow reading corner just between two shelves.

The space barely fit the two of us, my back pressed against his chest. I could feel my butt touch his crotch area, but right now we were focused on not being seen by Sarah.

“Oh. Guess you're not here.” Her voice came from somewhere just outside our hiding spot.

I raised my face up look at Liam. His eyes was distracted, and his jaw tight. I leaned in to press a small kiss to his cheek, but his hand came up first, wrapping gently around my neck, holding me still instead. A smile pulled at my mouth.

Sarah's footsteps faded, further and further, until the library went quiet again.

“She's gone,” I whispered.

Liam's hand slid off my neck.

I stepped out of the corner first with my eyes on him as he followed behind me… but when he straightened, his eyes wouldn't meet mine.

He walked back and forth with his hair in his hands, then he stopped to look at me straight in the eyes, and said,

“Let's stop.”