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ANNA’S POV
Someone was watching me. I could feel it. That weird tingling feeling crawled up my neck, making it impossible to focus. Sasha and I were in the main library, buried in textbooks for our exams, but I couldn’t shake it. Someone was definitely staring at me.
“Earth to Anna,” Sasha said, waving her hand in front of my face. “You okay? You look totally spaced out.”
“Huh?”
“You’re totally spaced out. What’s going on?”
“What were you saying?”
“Your phone’s been vibrating non–stop. The love of your life is calling,” Sasha teased, her eyes lighting up with that playful glint.
We were in the library, so my phone was on vibrate. I hadn’t noticed it at first, too caught up in that weird, crawling feeling under my skin, like someone was watching me. When I finally pulled it out, my heart jumped seeing Ryan’s name light up the screen. I looked up, and there he was, half–hidden between the bookshelves, watching me with that smirk, the one that always made my stomach twist and my pulse race. He leaned casually against the shelf, completely at ease, like he owned the place.
A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. So it had been Ryan all along. I shook my head, smiling as I texted him.
Me: Why are you here?
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just smirked wider, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like he knew exactly what he was doing.
My phone buzzed a moment later.
Ryan: To see you, baby.
My stomach did a little flip.
Me: To see me? In the library?
“How I wish Chris would surprise me like this…” Sasha swooned beside me, leaning over to peek at my screen like we were watching some cheesy rom–com.
But I barely registered her words. My gaze was fixed on Ryan as he crooked his finger ever so subtly, beckoning me toward the back of the stacks. My heart started pounding in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up.
I stood slowly, ignoring Sasha’s knowing side–eye, and slipped down the aisle. I passed rows of dusty, forgotten encyclopedias, my pulse thundering louder with every step as I turned the corner to where he waited.
His back was pressed against the shelf, arms crossed tight over his chest, eyes locked on me like he could already read every dirty thought racing through my mind.
“Ryan… what are you doing here?” I whispered, my voice coming out way too breathless, too needy.
Ryan’s lips curved into a dangerous grin that made my thighs clench.
“Shhhh, baby, I missed you so fucking much.”
His hand shot out, grabbed me by the waist, and yanked me against him. Then he slammed his lips onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch of my mouth in a kiss that left me dizzy.
“Ryan… what if someone catches us?” I gasped when he finally pulled back just enough for air, my hands fisting in his shirt.
“Then follow me. Trust me.”
He took my hand, his grip firm, and led me deeper into the stacks, toward a secluded off–limits area tucked away in the restricted section. The air grew thicker here, dust motes swirling in the faint light filtering through high windows.
“Off limits, Ryan,” I told him, my voice shaky with a thrill I couldn’t hide.
“Shhh, baby, I’ll be quick. I’ve really missed you, couldn’t focus for shit at the office, all I could think about was burying myself inside you.”
Ryan kissed me hungrily again, his mouth devouring mine as his hands roamed all over my body, squeezing my ass, tracing up my sides. He grabbed the hem of my top and yanked it up over my breasts, then hooked his fingers into my white bra and pulled it down roughly. My full tits spilled out, nipples already hardening in the cool air, begging for his touch. He squeezed them hard, his palms rough against my soft skin, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks.
“Fuck, perfect,” he growled low, before leaning down and replacing his hands with his mouth. He latched onto one pink nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive tip as he grazed it with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.
“Oh, Ryan… yes…” I moaned softly, arching my back to push my breast deeper into his mouth, heat pooling between my legs.
While his mouth worked my nipple, relentless and wet, his free hand slid under my skirt, shoving my panties aside without a second thought. He dipped two thick fingers into my pussy, finding me drenched and ready.” Fuck, dripping wet already, baby, just the way I fucking like it.”
He pumped his fingers deep inside me
“Bend over for me, baby,”
He unbuckled his belt in a flash, and pulled out his rock–hard cock, thick and veined, throbbing with need. Precum beaded at the tip, and I licked my lips at the sight.
“Ryan, do you think this is safe? No one will catch us back here?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperate want.
“Baby, it’s 100% fucking safe. No one comes this far. Now bend for me, show me that ass.‘
I leaned my hands against the shelf, bracing myself as he hastily tugged my panties down to my ankles, then flipped my skirt up over my hips, exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy. He gripped my hips tight, his fingers digging in, and plunged his cock inside me in one brutal thrust, stretching my walls wide around his girth.
I let out a sharp gasp, the sudden fullness making my eyes water. “Shhh, baby, quiet now,” he whispered hot against my ear, one hand clamping over my mouth to muffle any more sounds while the other held my waist steady.
He started thrusting in and out slowly at first, his cock dragging along my slick inner walls, building that delicious friction. But then he ramped up the pace, his hips snapping forward harder, deeper, the shelf rattling faintly with each impact. I moaned into his palm, the vibrations humming against his skin as he pounded into me relentlessly.
“Fuck, fuck…” I cried out muffled, my body jolting forward with every slam of his hips, my boobs bouncing freely under my hiked–up top.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so fucking sweet,” Ryan groaned, his voice rough with lust. His free hand slid up to squeeze my breast again, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers as he kept thrusting, his balls slapping against my clit with wet smacks.
“I’m cumming, Ryan! I’m cumming!” I begged through his fingers, the pressure building unbearably inside me.
“Hold it, baby. We’ll cum together–milk my cock when I say.”
He drove even deeper, his thick shaft hitting that perfect spot over and over, making stars burst behind my eyelids. “Ryan, I can’t!” I moaned desperately, my pussy clenching around him.
“Baby, hold it for me. Be my good girl.”
I tried so hard, biting down on his fingers, but the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. My pussy spasmed wildly, soaking his cock as I came hard, my juices dripping down my thighs.
Ryan squeezed my breast roughly, pinching the nipple until it stung. “I told you to wait,” he growled, delivering a soft slap to my ass that made me yelp into his hand. The cheek stung warmly, heightening everything.
But he didn’t stop. He kept going, faster now, rougher, his thrusts deeper and harder, brutal enough to shake my whole body against the shelf. His cock pistoned in and out, claiming me completely, the obscene sounds of our fucking filling the hidden space,
“Ryan… oh god, I’m close again,” I whimpered, tears of overstimulation pricking my eyes.
“Hold it now, baby. I’ll tell you when you can cum, don’t you dare let go without my word.”
“Ryan… I can’t hold it!”
“You have to, for me.”
“Ryan–please!”
“Now!”
His command shattered me. We both came together in a rush, his cock pulsing deep inside as he shot thick ropes of hot cum straight into my pussy, flooding me while I clenched around him, milking every drop. Waves of ecstasy ripped through us, leaving me trembling, spent, my legs barely holding me up.
Ryan pulled out slowly, his cum starting to leak from my well–fucked hole. He turned me around gently, cupping my face as he kissed me hungrily, our tongues tangling in a messy, satisfied dance.
“Thank you, baby. I love you so fucking much,” he murmured against my lips, his voice soft now, full of that raw emotion that always melted me.
“I love you too, Ryan,” I whispered back.
He brushed his thumb along my jaw. “Just… be careful, okay?”
My brows knit together. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just–be careful,” he said again, eyes flicking away for a second.
I sighed. “Alright. So, are you going back to work? Or heading home?” noveldrama
“Back to work, baby.”
I smiled, warmth spreading through my chest at his words.
“So when should I pick you up?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“Seven.”
He nodded, then grabbed me one last time, pulling me close for a deep kiss that lingered, his hands gentle on my waist. “See you then, baby.”
After a quick cleanup, we straightened our clothes and slipped out of the secluded spot like nothing had happened, even though my body still tingled from the memory of him.
Still… I felt it again.
That prickling feeling that someone was watching me.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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