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“You know, I think I have figured it out.”

He looks over at you, raising his eyebrows. “Figured out what?”

“You remember when we were kids and we’d take mom’s mason jars outside to catch fireflies?”

“Hell yeah! I remember that one time that we dropped the entire box of canning jars down the front stairs. Every. Single. Jar–”

“Fucked, completely shattered,” You chuckled, elbowing Josh in the side. Today, you find yourself sitting on that same set of stairs, feeling the coolness of the painted wood underneath you. 

“She spanked my ass real good that day after you went home, just so you know.” You offered a thin smile, looking down at the overgrown grass and the worn gravel pathway in front of you. 

“Well, she loved me. She couldn’t bear to punish me.” Josh sat with his elbows on his knees, hands laced together. He leaned over, bumping you lightly with a shoulder. 

You eyed him with a gentle smile, yet he could see the tears forming in your eyes. 

The sunset lazily illuminated the hoards of swarming insects flitting to and fro, humming in a settled drone. As the vestiges of light dwindled behind the oak trees, incognito cicadas overpowered the evening, belting above the rustle of the wind, the chirping birds flying overhead…it was very much like the invasion of grief that you felt today. It had been two months and thirteen days exactly since your mother had died. 

“What did you figure out?” Josh asks, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” You ask, turning your focus back to him. 

“You said you figured something out.” He readjusts, turning to face you. 

“Oh, well it wasn’t important I don’t think. I can’t remember anymore.” You knew that he wouldn’t be convinced, but you also knew that he wouldn’t push you, either. You sit in contented silence for a few moments, watching darkness take over. 

“Hey, Y/n?” Josh broke the silence. 

“Hmm?” You turned your head to look at him. 

“You’ll be okay, you know.” He scooted closer to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Well, maybe. But the one thing I do know is that you’ll be there with me.” You smiled, rocking your body left and right in natural rhythm. 

“Damn right, I will. Plus, I always bring snacks.” Josh dug into his pocket and retrieved a small bag of pistachios. 

“You are one of the weirdest people I know, Joshua.” You opened your hand to take some.

“Ew they’re warm!” You said as you scrunched up your nose. 

“More for me,” He grinned, scooping up the snack and throwing them into his mouth. 

“Come on inside. I think the oven is going off,” Josh said, rising and dusting off the back of his pants before walking inside, leaving you on the front porch. You took a few more moments to look out into the front yard. This place was full of so many good memories, many of which were good enough to be folk stories, sent down to your children. Mom, I love you. These fireflies are for you. You watched as the swarms of invisible bugs began to flash, creating the illusion of string lights just below the limbs of the gigantic oak trees, whose branches hung low, weighed down by thick strands of spanish moss. If you could have, you would have bottled those little bugs up in one of your mom’s jars just to keep the light alive, but the rational part of you knew that all things glow the brightest when they are truly free, much like your mother, who was no longer in pain. Instead, you let the bugs flit about, sparkling the front yard with their luminescence.

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Daniel Wagner entra pela porta com um barulho de risada atrás dele, provavelmente de um dos amigos com que ele saiu para beber, um dos poucos amigos que ele tinha que não carregava o sobrenome Kiszka, e os cabelos volumosos quase tão bagunçados quanto você já tinha visto assim que ele desce do palco em um dos shows que ele faz com o Greta.

“Ei, quer ajuda para tirar a porta do lugar?” Você falou em um tom de zombaria. Era leve namorar Daniel, quase como se vocês estivessem sempre tentando fazer as coisas serem diferentes do pesado mundo que rodeava vocês. Daniel olhou para você, sorrindo, mas algo estava esquisito no rosto dele, algo que você, e somente você sabia ler. “Dan?”

“Não sabia que você estaria acordada, querida.” Ele cambaleou até você, o corpo grande e quente parando assim que você levantou as mãos para colocar no estômago dele. Daniel era mais alto que você, então sua cabeça pendeu para trás para olhar nos olhos dele. O cheiro de maconha não deixava a desejar, assim como os olhos vermelhos que olharam em sua direção. Mas, havia algo mais neles.

“Daniel?” Sua voz questionou novamente, e seus braços se transformaram em uma proteção na frente de seu peito, cruzados. Ele olhou para vocês, e o sorriso que antes estava no rosto do baterista havia se transformando em um pesar, em um suspiro que atravessou tanto o corpo dele quanto o seu. Como uma pessoa assexual, você conhecia aquele suspiro. Você conhecia diversos tipos de suspiros e linguagens corporais.

Há um ano, quando você contou para Danny que era assexual, e que não estava esperando em uma rodovia para o sinal verde acender, ele lhe deu um suspiro muito parecido com esse agora. Como se dentro da cabeça dele um Universo particular estivesse sendo desmontando e remontado de um jeito rápido demais.

“Eu preciso te contar uma coisa.” Ele continuava olhando para você, toda a calmaria que atravessou a porta com ele se dissipando pelos ombros grandes, se transformando em um uma defesa. Como se ele estivesse se preparando para uma briga que você não sabia que estava vindo, uma batalha que ele entraria com todas as estratégias preparadas, e você, apenas um soldado sem experiência, pronto para morrer assim que subisse as escadas da sua trincheira. “Mas não quero fazer isso assim.” Danny apontou para si mesmo, e o cheiro de bebida invadiu o ambiente pela primeira vez na sua percepção.

A camiseta costumeira da Church of Rock in Roll estava amassada, e havia uma parte mais escura na barra do tecido, provavelmente a mancha sendo oriunda de alguma bebida que havia sido derramada nele, ou por ele mesmo. As calças escuras com os joelhos rasgados também tinham uma mancha de bebida. Mas o cheiro foi o que inundou todos os seus sentidos. O cheiro de bebida forte que você estava acostumado a sentir em Jake, até mesmo em Sam, mas não em Daniel.

“Vá para o chuveiro. Eu vou passar um café, e você vai me contar o que quer que seja, Daniel.” Sua voz saiu cortada, como se você não estivesse tão consciente assim do que estava pedindo, ou ordenando que ele fizesse. Daniel olhou pra você com os olhos vermelhos e sem o brilho que ele tinha sempre dentro deles. Seu coração pesou dentro do seu peito.

Você empurrou ele com os ombros antes de caminhar até a pequena cozinha que fazia divisão por um balcão com a sala, o barulho do relógio de parede acompanhando os seus passos enquanto você caminhava devagar até a cozinha, o coração batendo rápido através do seu corpo.

“Amor…” A voz de Danny corta o silêncio onde vocês estão, e seu corpo todo reage como sempre faz a voz dele. Como se estivesse pronta para entrar em curto em qualquer momento, deixando a eletricidade conduzir o que quer que ele fizesse com você. “Eu não quero fazer isso as duas da madrugada.”

“Mas eu quero.” O relâmpago que se tornou a sua voz atravessa Danny, e você pode sentir quando os olhos dele se arregalam um pouco. Seu pulso acelerado em seu corpo não deixando dúvidas de que você não poderia esquecer essa história, ou tão pouco, deixá-la para outro dia. “Chuveiro gelado para você. Café para nós dois, e então, você vai me contar o que fez.”

“Por favor, vamos deixar para depois.” Os ombros dele caem enquanto você se vira para frente, continuando a sua caminhada até a cozinha. Seu coração ameaçando esmagar todos os outros órgãos, e seus joelhos a ponto de desmoronarem naquele instante. Você confia no amor de vocês. E quer confiar em Daniel, mesmo que a cada segundo pensamentos atravessem sua cabeça, dizendo que você não era suficiente para ele, que o tipo de amor de vocês não era suficiente.

“Eu não vou conseguir deixar para depois.” Suas mãos tremendo pousam sobre o balcão, e você sabe que ele percebeu porque o corpo grande de Daniel se flexionou em preocupação, como se ele estivesse alerta, mesmo com a bebida circulando o organismo dele, se você ameaça-se cair. “Não me faça repetir.” Você não consegue encarar ele. Na sua cabeça, todos os cenários passam a ser construídos de uma forma ruim. Como se sua mente e a sua criatividade fossem as suas maiores inimigas agora.

Os passos dele passando por você invadem a cozinha, e você se lembra de despertar para o que estava fazendo. Seus passos também começam a fazer barulho, e o bater das portas dos armários o acompanha quando ele entra no banheiro, ligando o chuveiro barulhento da pequena casa que vocês dividem em Michigan.

Você enche o bule com a água da torneira e liga o fogão, sem realmente prestar a atenção no que está fazendo por um segundo inteiro. O seu coração tentando se acalmar em meio a uma cozinha vazia, em uma cidade que parece estranha para você. Seus cabelos caem em seu rosto quando você olha para baixo no fogão, encarando as chamas, e a água ferver de maneira devagar.

Na primeira vez que você beija Daniel, você se lembra enquanto observa as pequenas bolhas sendo criadas no líquido transparente, ele te pergunta se um dia você estará pronta, se um dia você também seria como aquela água, em estado de fervura e ebulição. É uma coisa que você se pega pensando as vezes, se você simplesmente desse para ele o que ele quer, as coisas entre vocês seriam melhores naquele quesito. Ele não te beijaria com tanto medo nos lábios nas raras vezes que vocês fazem isso.

Você se lembra quando a água começa a ferver da primeira vez que segurou a mão dele, decorando cada linha da sua palma como se fosse um mapa de fuga. Como se os dedos que ele entrelaça nos seus fossem pequenas lembranças de que você poderia ser deixada na estrada, assim que ele se cansasse de segurar mãos, e de beijos raros entre os feriados e as vindas para casa.

Seu corpo se vira para pegar o coador de café, e o pó escuro. Os dedos que seguram os objetos tremendo. Os seus instintos gritando coisas em seu ouvido que você tinha medo de escutar vindo da voz dele, saindo da boca que você acha incrivelmente bonita, mas que não sente vontade de beijar. Não porque você não o amava, mas talvez, por que você o amava demais para isso.

“Você tem certeza que quer fazer isso agora?” A voz dele faz com que a sua pele salte. Você não havia escutado os passos dele pela casa. Seus ombros se viram para que seus olhos possam observar Daniel mais sóbrio, não completamente, mas no caminho. Os cabelos molhados caindo pelos ombros, sendo sempre uma lembrança do quando você gosta de enlaçar seus dedos pequenos nos pequenos cachos que ele tem no cabelo longo quando ele deita a cabeça na sua barriga, e diz como foi o show mais recente. “Eu não sei mais se eu quero te contar o que aconteceu no bar.”

“Sim.” Você se vira novamente para a água fervente, desligando o fogão antes de pegar o bule pela alça, levando até onde tinha colocado o pó escuro. O líquido entrando em contado com ele, transformando todo o cheiro da pequena cozinha em um cheiro de café que você ama. “Além disso, somos criaturas noturnas, Daniel, nada melhor do que ter essa discussão de madrugada.” Seus lábios tentam um sorriso, mas você sente que eles saem mais como uma careta em seu rosto cansado.

O corpo dele se aproxima do seu, deixando um rastro do cheiro de sabão e shampoo por onde passa. Ele está vestindo uma camiseta de banda antiga, que havia se tornado pijama, e calças de moletom cinzas. Era esquisito vê-lo tão vestido, dado que você era acostumada a vê-lo apenas de calças desfilando pela casa, ou pelos bastidores dos shows. Daniel pegou duas xícaras do armário, colocando na sua frente, assim que o café estava pronto. Você enche ambas as xícaras com o conteúdo e espera. Espera a voz dele te invadir com o que ele tem a dizer, espera a raiva tomar fervura dentro de si com o que ele tenha a dizer também, espera pelos próximos passos do homem que você deseja passar o restante dos seus dias.

Para alguém que diz que os outros não precisam esperar, você é sempre aquela esperando.

“Uma menina me beijou no bar.” Ele diz em um fio de voz, olhando para os pés descalços. Pequenas gotas deslizam das pontas dos cabelos deles para o chão. “Foi apenas dois segundos. Não significou nada.”

“Uau, você chega em casa rindo, e apenas quando vê o meu rosto sente culpa.” Você fala em um sopro de voz também, pegando a sua xícara, sentindo a quentura na palma da sua mão quando a segura com um pouco de força. “Se eu não estivesse na sala no momento que você passou pela porta, você me contaria isso?”

“Querida, foi apenas um beijo. Dois segundos. Uma fã.” Ele coloca as mãos nos olhos cansados. Você costumava a ser mais empática para quando Daniel balançava os cílios escuros para você, com os ares de cansado. Mas não hoje. “E foi entre uma bebida e outra.”

“Não culpe a bebida.” Sua voz salta, e ele olha para você, arrumando a postura. Era Daniel em toda a sua grandeza te encarando de cima. Sem meios olhares, ou desculpas.

“Você não entende.” E então você quebra. No instante que as palavras saem da boca de Daniel, você consegue enxergar que ele quer as puxar de volta, o rosto se transformando em uma carranca, como se ele mesmo não soubesse o motivo das suas palavras. Cada uma das letras que ele cuspiu causando um tipo de dor na sua pele.

“Não, Daniel, eu não entendo.” Suas mãos tremem ao redor da sua xícara. “Se eu não fosse assexual, Danny, você ainda beijaria meninas por aí?” Seus olhos se concentram no rosto dele, como se nem mesmo você estivesse usando escudo para o que estava por vir.

“Isso não tem a ver com você sendo assexual ou não.” Ele fala baixo, todo o corpo dele entrando na discussão. Daniel também não está se escondendo. Essa é a primeira grande briga de vocês, do relacionamento calmo e sereno que vocês tem. Do relacionamento que você se esforça para ser uma bolha ao redor dele. “Isso tem a ver com uma menina me beijando por dois segundos, e eu não sentindo nada. Eu estou te contando por que eu te amo, e você tem que saber.”

Você bate com a xícara no balcão. Sua cabeça nem ao menos se lembra de quando vocês caminharam em direção ao lugar, mas ali está você, de pé em seus pijamas – uma camiseta surrada do Led Zeppelin, e shorts de oncinha – com os cabelos bagunçados, olhando para o rosto do seu namorado que acabou de contar que beijou alguém. Ou foi beijado.

“Voê sentiu alguma coisa?” Sua boca é mais rápida que a sua mente, e você não consegue se controlar. Você entende porque as pessoas se beijam, o sentir que elas necessitam e que tem quando fazem isso, mas não consegue sentir o que é tão necessário naquilo. “E não minta para mim.”

“Não!” A voz dele bate mais alto dentro da própria casa, como se fosse um estrondo e um raio ao mesmo tempo, fazendo até mesmo o barulho reverberar dentro de você. Seus olhos piscam para ele, olhando intensamente para o homem a sua frente que está tentando com todo o corpo te fazer entender o ponto dele. “Não senti. Eu não sinto nada por alguém que não seja você.”

“Eu te disse para não mentir para mim.” Suas mãos batem no balcão, e você dá a volta no corpo dele, indo para a sala, precisando de ar. Você sente os seus pulmões se corrompendo dentro de você, e sabe que isso indica a cachoeira de choro que está por vir, consumindo todos os seus sentimentos. Seus joelhos cedem no momento que toca o estofado do sofá. “Eu sei que você sente algo pelas outras pessoas.”

Daniel suspira, enrolando o cabelo úmido antes de se ajoelhar na sua frente, ficando perto das suas pernas. Ele coloca ambas as mãos em seu joelho, e você sente a quentura da pele dele sendo transferida para você, como se Danny fosse o seu Sol particular, inundando tudo de calor por onde ele passa, transformando até mesmo os dias mais gelados em dias ensolarados.

“Não, não mais. As outras pessoas não são você.” Ele olha para você com os olhos retomando o brilho, como se ele tivesse encontrado as palavras dentro de si pela primeira vez. “Quando ela me beijou tudo que eu consegui pensar era que eram os lábios errados. Eu estava rindo quando entrei porque lembrei de algo que Jake tinha feito em turnê e que eu queria te contar. Mas quando eu te vi, deitada com os olhos cansados e cheios de sono, eu só consegui pensar que eu nunca queria guardar mais nada de você.”

“Você é inacreditável, Daniel.” Você sorri, olhando pra ele em dúvida. “Você chega aqui, e acha que com as palavras bonitas você pode fazer com que eu te perdoe, e você está completamente certo.” Ele ri, olhando para você mais calmo agora.

É como se o gelo que tivesse se transformado em toda a casa estivesse se quebrando, e lentamente o calor inundasse tudo novamente.

“Mas, isso não faz com que esse assunto termine.” Você arrasta o corpo do sofá, e vai para o chão, Daniel abrindo caminho para que você se sentasse na frente dele. As pernas dele também se abaixam, e ele se senta, reproduzindo os seus movimentos. “Se eu não fosse assexual…”

“Para com isso, não termina a frase.” Ele te interrompe, olhando para você. Daniel segura ambas as suas mãos na dele, contrastando com a força e o tamanho. “Não tem problema algum em você ser assexual. Isso não é um problema, e não deve ser chamado assim. É o que você é. Mas você também é a mulher que eu amo.” O sorriso dele inunda tudo dentro de você, e você se sente aquecer, não se lembrando do sentimento de pesar que estava sentindo há minutos.

Ele leva ambas as suas mãos aos lábios dele, e deposita um beijo em cada uma das palmas, fechando os próprios olhos quando faz isso.

“Quando começamos a namorar eu achava que você só precisava de tempo, que você era um sinal vermelho esperando para ir pra o verde. Mas não, não é. E eu me sinto ridículo de ter pensado isso.” A voz dele é mais baixo, muito mais soando como uma confissão do que anteriormente, quando ele te conta do beijo já esquecido e perdoado. “Eu te amo do jeito que você é, com tas as suas características, e eu me sinto culpado que você ache que eu vou te deixar em algum momento, ou que eu sinto alguma coisa por alguém que não seja você.”

“Você ama todas as minhas características? Até mesmo o meu gosto ruim para filmes?” Você perguntando, sentindo as lágrimas caírem pelo seu rosto. Daniel preenche tudo dentro de você, te transbordando. Você não é uma metade, e nem ele, mas vocês transbordam juntos em um tipo de amor que é puro, e que assim como a água fervendo no bule, é construído devagar.

“Sim, até isso.” Ele ri alto, beijando novamente suas mãos. “Tudo em você. Lide com isso.” Você sorri para ele, se esquecendo do beijo, do café, e do cheiro fraco de álcool que ainda rodeia a casa. É vocês dois novamente, a bolha de suavidade e leveza ao redor de dois corpos que se amam.

You place your hand in Danny’s lap and he gently grasps it while smiling over at you with kind eyes. He’s slumped back in a lawn chair, amused by Sam frantically working on lighting an elaborate grid of fuses for his firework display. You also chuckle at the sight. While the anticipation builds, you glance over at Danny once more. He’s been wearing his hat backwards lately, and something about that drives your mind to wild places. His chestnut curls are tucked behind his ears, pronouncing his stunning profile. While kids in school made fun of his prominent nose, you couldn’t complain… as it always feels so good nudging against your clit. His biceps glisten with a thin layer of sweat in the faint porch light; the humidity is unbearable most days, but it did leave Danny shimmering like a God… which you rather enjoy. A smirk spreads across his face as he continues to watch Sam.

 “What a fool,” he chuckles before taking a drink of his seltzer and turning his attention to you.

 You’re beaming as your cheeks flush over. He totally caught you checking him out. How did that slightly embarrass you after all this time? He slightly squeezes your hand, getting you out of your head.

 “What’s up?” He questions non assumingly.

 You raise your eyebrows and grin behind your lips. “Nothing. I can’t check you out?” You respond with a tinge of tease in your voice.

 “By all means,” he encourages. “It’ll even things out.”

 “What do you mean by that?” You ask with perplexation while lifting your eyebrow.  

 Danny leans into your ear. “I’ve been envisioning your body on top of me all fucking weekend,” he whispers while placing your hand over his shorts.

 You feel how hard he is for you. Looking down, he’s practically bulging out of his shorts; so noticeable you could see it from across the lake. As much as you yearned for him, you are in the midst all his family and friends! You withdraw your hand quickly and widen your eyes at him as a warning. He’s still… unsure of your next move. Without fail, a slight smirk spreads across your face. You can never hold your ground with him.

 “Ah! You pull away, but you like it,” he rasps toward you before sitting back in his chair, taking another swig.

 So many emotions are running through your head, culminating to feelings pooling in your cunt. You know you shouldn’t be turned on by his behavior, but it’s too tempting. He’s been so busy with touring, promoting, and rehearsals it’s left little time to satisfy each other. And here, of all places, is where your conscious decides to act on them. ‘Impeccable timing’ you think to yourself. Meanwhile, Sam successfully lights his fuses, sending the line sizzling. He saunters away, surely proud of his impending spectacular. Quicker than anticipated a beam of glowing red Strontium rockets into the sky behind his head. He ducks down, clutching his ears, and giggles while running to his seat. In the excitement, now that everyone is entertained, you pull Danny out of his chair, around the porch, and into the nearest entrance of the cabin. Rushing him to your weekend bedroom, he quickly catches onto your plan. Once in the room, you lock the door, drop to your knees and begin untying the draw string of his shorts.

 “Oh fuck,” he groans as you handle his cock.

 Wasting no time, you spit on it and begin sucking him hastily. You look up at his reaction. He drags his hand from his brow to his chin, moaning all the way. He peers down at you too. Oh, does he love seeing you so needy for him. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he revels in the sight of your lips wrapped around his length. His face furrows and his jaw hangs limp as you purse your lips around the tip, then take him so deep you can tend to his balls with your tongue. He lets out a deep growl. Normally you would place your hand over his mouth, – you’ve had too many experiences silencing him when his family is in the next room – but tonight there was no need. The pyrotechnics mask his vulgar sounds. His neck retches back. You know you have him close already. His hands cup your face, and he pulls you off his dick. He grips your forearms and pulls you to your feet; kissing you with intense passion and slipping his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. He guides you over to the bed and pushes you over it; the perfect height for him to slip himself inside of you. He scrambles to pull your shorts and panties off, massaging your voluptuous ass once he’s exposed you. As his dick plows into your tight cunt; you lurch forward. Deep within, a whiny moan travels up your throat and echoes out into the room. He chuckles.

 “Hmm. Did you miss my cock?” He questions already knowing your answer. He just needs to hear you say it.

 “Yes, Danny!” You coo back at him.

 “That’s right,” he grunts.

 He grips onto your hips and thrusts rhythmically into you. With every pulse you let out a choppy moan, which turns him on even more. He bears down and pushes harder. His groans are deeper than normal. More needy and chuffing. You bury your face into the quilt, sinking your teeth into the material to fight off a premature high. You want to ride it as long as you can. When you finally do raise your head for air, you have a perfect view of the fireworks out the window. You chuckle and lay your head back down.

 “What the fuck is so funny?” Danny groans.

 “Nothing. Just getting dicked down with a view here,” you chuckle once more.

 He pumps into you even harder, clearly not interested in anything outside of what his dick is in. He softly moans obscenities and remarks how tight your pussy is. You grip the sheets and coax him to climax with your sultry voice as colorful reflections adorn your skin in the dark room. The harder and deeper he goes inside of you, the closer your core comes to melting over him. His nails dig into your skin and trace down your back. You jump and wince, but the slight pain is invigorating. He knows how that jumpstarts you heart and races you to cum. Your legs begin to quiver. Your stomach knots up. Every muscle in your body tenses for a moment before your brain tells you to let go.

 “I’m ready to cum for you, Daniel!” You shout.

 You are met with encouraging noises. He pumps faster, attempting to match you with his release, but you are already edged. You take a deep breath and force yourself to give in. The knot in your stomach dissipates and all comes flooding through your pussy. You whimper and cry into the mattress as Danny fills you with his cum. The both of you pant over each other; strands of hair sticking to your faces, and bodies slick with sweat. He pumps slowly as he comes off his high, readjusting to his original size. When he finally pulls out, your body can unwind. You pick yourself up from the bed and greet him with a cheeky smile. He places his strong hands on each side of your head, combing down your disheveled hair.

 “You are such a slut,” he whispers with a chuckle.

 You stick your tongue out at him and smirk. He smiles and taps your cheek, letting you know he appreciates your sick humor. Jumping up from the bed, you pull your bottoms back on as if nothing happened, so does he. To avoid making a scene of the unholy acts you just committed, you sneak your way back out to your lawn chairs just in time as Sam’s display comes to an end. Everyone cheers and applauds the show, especially you and Danny. Sam stumbles over to Danny, nearly falling into his lap. He slaps his shoulder and takes a sloppy drink from his Topo Chico.

 “Where did you two run off to?! You missed the whole deal here!” He exclaims.

 “We didn’t miss a thing!” You reassure him while shooting a wink toward Daniel.

 “You two are something freaky,” Sam chuckles as he swaggers off into the night.

You hoof into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink; thinking the liquor will help you either produce some ideas or round your edges out. You stand there, rhythmically tapping your nails on the granite counter top while swallowing the whole glass. Once consumed, you pour another, but savor it for a bit longer. Out of frustration you abandon your drink and drape yourself on the counter, holding your self-critical mind in your hands. ‘How goddamn hard can it be! Or how hard do you have to make it y/n? And in your nature to get pissed off at the world when you can’t conquer it,’ you preach to yourself. You lift your head from your hands with a sour look. ‘Just like your dad,’ you mimic in your mothers tone. Those words followed you where ever you went. Sometimes that fueled you even more.

Just as you thought you might shed a tear, grave digging all your childhood trauma, you hear the lock on the door click and keys rattling. You wipe your eye quickly and take another drink, swallowing the cheap liquor and burning feelings. Danny marches through the door with a cold expression. Tossing his book bag on the floor and flinging his shoes off in frustration, but he can’t live without order so he puts them in their proper place.

“What’s wrong with you?” You force out to break the silence.

“Don’t give me a shit attitude, y/n. Not after today,” Danny snarks back.

You are taken back by such an abrasive response. Even when upset Danny never speaks so harshly, especially with you. You are used to him consoling you when you’re all ramped up. Instead, he walks past the kitchen and down the dark hall. Your not sure if you should follow or let him come to you. Before you make your mind up, he re-emerges with shorts and a cut off on. You raise your eyebrows and pucker your lips. You love when he gets into his ‘at home clothes’; he looks so tan and jacked. His curls tied back into a high bun. Fuck, you went nuts for him, but stubborn as you are, you don’t want to break your sullen facade. Without a word he opens the fridge, rummaging for food. He drops a container of left overs in the counter and yanks the drawer open to grab a spoon. Continuing to bang and slam things around, you clear your throat, hoping Danny would break the awkwardness. You didn’t even care if he was pissed and wouldn’t be so kind in his words.

“For the love of God, what?!” He groans.

You raise from your elbows and turn to meet his strict glare. He’s propping himself up with one hand, veins bulging down his forearm, and his other lands on his hip.

“What is going on with you tonight? Cool your jets, Danny.”

Oh, he hates it when you tell him to calm down. He hates it even more when you use his name like that. In that tone. So sordidly. You see him turning red. He grits his teeth behind closed lips, and clenches his fists. He is so enraged he can’t even come up with the words. You sigh and begin to walk away from the situation, but he grips your arm with force. You turn your head to him with a brazen look. As pissed as he was, he should know better than to fuck with you. You take his gripping hand and toss it away from your forearm.

“Don’t fucking touch me like that. I don’t give a shit if your mad… Never lay a hand on me,” you warn him as you raise a finger.

“How bold of you to say. That’s coming from someone whose response to every little inconvenience is to get pissed. You are just insulted that tonight I’m not babying you. Heaven forbid I have a bad day and I’m mad about it. Are you the only one in this house allowed to be angry, y/n?” He shouts at you.

“Fuck you,” you growl.

“No, fuck you,” he responds.

He grabs your arm again and pulls you into him. You squirm and try to resist. He holds you still with one hand on your shoulder, but tucks stray hairs behind your ear with the other. You suddenly feel his sincerity. He isn’t angry with you, just misplacing his feelings. He’s usually so level headed, never letting himself get this way, but even the best at keeping calm need to let out their frustrations at some point. He holds your burning cheeks between his large hands and pins you to the counter where you stood before. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, apologizing with his eyes.

“Can we—“ he begins.

“Yes. Yes we can,” you give permission.

Danny forces you the other direction and pushes your shoulder so your face down on the cool countertop. He doesn’t hesitate to pull at the waist of your leggings, quickly exposing your bare ass. You hear him groaning in excitement. At this point you are soaking wet for him. You find him so sexy when he’s mad. The whole time he was yelling at you and grabbing your arm, you secretly melted over it. He gets down on his knees, and caresses your legs up and down. Motioning for you to spread them, his fingers linger a little higher, brushing against your aching core. ‘What a tease’ you think. As if all the fighting and yelling wasn’t enough to turn you on— and you think he knew it. Waiting for him to touch or lick you felt like an eternity. Finally, he spread you open and pushed his tongue against you. Your mouth drops open, little sound escaping. He laps at you slowly; extracting every ounce of woman you so preciously protect at any other time. Vulnerability is your biggest fear, but that all melts away as soon as Danny touches you in the right places.

Those stupid thoughts filling your head instantaneously disappear as you feel Danny’s finger slide in you. All it took was one downward motion to hit your g-spot and send your body jolting from the counter. Moans flow out of your mouth like honey from a jar; incandescent, smooth, and thick. Danny places his calloused hand on your back, suggesting that this is only the beginning. He stands up without withdrawing his finger from you. He plays with you with one hand, and combs your hair to the side with the other. After clearing his way, his lips fall onto your neck.

“God, it feels so good,” you breathe out.

“I know,” he replies between kisses.

His free hand snakes under your shirt and around your belly to massage your tits. He pinches at your stiff nipples sending a little prick of pain through your chest. Oh how you love that. Danny knows exactly how to do it all without overstimulating you; fingering your throbbing pussy, sucking on your neck, and squeezing your chest. It all worked your body over so perfectly you wish you never had to move from his embrace. His lips trailed up your neck and brushed along your ear. He exhales slightly with a barely audible sigh. You smile as this further ignites your lust for him.

“Mmm,” he lets out with a breath. “Can I be a little rough with you now?” He continues to ask.

You turn your head to meet his gaze. “Please daddy,” you plead with a smirk.

Danny flashes that devilish smile he always sports when you give him permission to what he wants. Immediately he clutches a fist full of your hair and cranks your head back. You wince in slight discomfort, but as he inches you back even further that discomfort fades to desire. You bite your bottom lip; silently telling him that you can take it. What a challenge you presented. Danny ups you by taking his finger out of your pussy and brings it to your lips. He advances it as your invitation includes your tongue wrapping around his digit and your teeth gently clamping down on him.

“Such a naughty girl,” he prods while towering over you.

You giggle partly due to the fact your looking at him upside down and partly because it makes your blush when he gives you those dirty little names. Once you’ve cleaned his finger of your own cum, he pulls it out with a pop! He smiles and releases you. You rub the back of your neck, realizing how sore it is. Danny doesn’t let you rest for a second. He then clutches the back of your neck. His fingertips tightening on each side below your ears. He guides your body to face him.

“On your knees,” he commands while massaging your neck momentarily.

It drives you wild when he treats you like his toy, but subtly reminds you that your the love of his life. You abide by his words and descend to your knees. As much as you wanted to put your hands on him and jerk his shorts down, you had to let Danny be dominant tonight; get his frustrations out. He slides them off along with his briefs. His half erect cock hangs right in front of you. You look up at him with pure eyes… yeah right! He knows you too well to buy into that. Danny takes his own girth in his hand and begins to stroke. You lick your lips thinking about the last time you had his cock in your mouth. Knowing damn well he will fold two seconds in and start fucking the back of your throat.

He places his thumb on your bottom lip. “Open that pretty mouth,” he asserts.

When you comply he moves his hand from your lip to the back of your head. He guides himself into you and lets you take over as your lips seal around him. Immediately his head falls back and jaw drops. You start slowly sucking him. Your tongue forms against his size; following his length as you rhythmically pull it in and out. Beginning to feel saliva pool in your mouth, you pull the tip to your lips, letting it drip down his shaft before jerking him yourself. He moans softly. Rotating between letting his head fall back, gazing down at you, and squeezing his eyes shut to ward off his release.

Although he could easily get off in your mouth, you know he wants to bust inside you— he cannot wait for it! With his grip still on the back of your neck, he starts pushing you back on his dick. As soon as he enters you, he thrusts himself to the back of your mouth…. Just as you predicted. Placing his other hand on your neck, he stabilizes you while he takes over. Deeper and faster he pushes into you. Your gagging, gargling and gasping for air, but Danny doesn’t stop. He won’t stop until he’s ready. Finally, he withdraws. Your huffing and flushed. Danny’s cock stiff and dripping with saliva. You both catch your breaths momentarily. Your eyes are heavy and you feel almost disoriented from how oxygen starved and worked over you are. Danny wipes your chin and reaches for your hand. You climb to your feet once more where you’re met with his strong embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asks in a heartfelt tone.

“Yeah,” you respond between little gasps.

“Are you sure?” He continues.

“Yes, let’s keep going,” you insist while sliding his shirt off over his head.

His hands dance at your sides before he lifts you onto the counter. You suction to the granite with your weeping core. Danny looks you over with sinful intentions.

“You had your moment of fun. It’s my turn again,” he states.

He forcibly spreads your thighs and dives right in. His nose rubs against your urning clit which draws a breathy moan from you. His tongue is all over you; lapping, wondering up to circle around your clit, and darting inside you. He reaches over to dip his fingers into the abandoned whiskey glass next to you. Not knowing how you’d react, he pushes his liquor soaked fingers in your cunt. It burns a little, but like most pain or discomfort, it turned you on. His arms hook around your legs to keep you from jolting away in pleasure. Every time Danny eats you out you cannot keep your composure. You squirm and whine and jump and plead with him— nothing compares. While working so hard to make you cum, he shoots quick glances up at you. When you open your eyes you catch him furrowing his eyebrows.

“What’s that look for?” You question with hesitation.

Danny continues to eat you up. Groaning behind his occupied lips.

“Excuse me. Your making me feel self-conscious here,” you whine.

“Shut up! The only thing wrong is you still have your shirt on,” he admits while rising to take it off.

Once you are completely naked he returns to his position to continue devouring your core. His tongue flicks vigorously against your clit as he puts three fingers inside your cunt. You squeal and unapologetically moan his name for all to hear. Your slamming your palms down on the counter in attempt to fight off your climax, but you know you’ll get there. You know you’ll get there many times for him. Picking up on your cues, he executes all the right movements to push you over. He continues to suck and flick your clit while fidgeting inside you. Over and over you warn him your going to cum. Faster and faster he goes. Your eyes are shut so tight your seeing stars, and your womanhood feels like a swelling balloon ready to burst all over his face. One last suck and your core bursts!!! Your body tenses then softly releases. As it does, your whole body lays flush with the kitchen island.

Danny stands, wiping his chin. He runs his hands over your pulsating body. He massages your boobs quick before grasping your shoulders to sit you upright. You help yourself so your face to face with him. He places his forehead against yours while looking deep into your eyes.

“I love you and I know you’re tired, but I have to fuck you,” Danny quietly admits.

You shake your head in agreement and lean back onto your arms. Danny slaps your thighs and motions for you to follow him. You briskly hop off the island and follow him into the bedroom. His back is so strong and tan. His muscles spasm as he adjusts himself. And you can’t help but admire his little butt. God, you felt like a dog! The old cliche of letting the woman walk up the stairs first so the ‘gentleman’ can check out her ass. Except it was you drooling over your tall, dark, and perfectly hung man.

He waits for you to enter the room then shuts the door. You drape yourself across the bed, waiting for Danny to pounce on you. Instead, he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. You giggle with enthusiasm as you love how rough he’s being tonight. He gives his cock a couple more strokes then spits on your pussy. He drags his dick through it before thrusting inside of you.

You both express intense pleasure as he introduces himself to your entrance for the first time tonight. Deeper he goes— filling you up— stretching you out. How could you be so tight around him when he just had three fingers inside of you? You could feel him pulsating inside of you. Through all the shit he has done to you tonight—looking up at him, fucking you, puts you on something else. It seems like your paralyzed; mesmerized by his facial expressions and echoes of sex. A piece of hair falls out of his bun and dangles in front of his face, but it doesn’t break his concentration on you. There’s nothing in this world that could distract him from you right now. You run your hands up and down his arms. He’s deep inside of you but it isn’t enough. You grind up against him, arching your back, and squeezing your thighs around his hips.

Danny opens his eyes and catches your gaze. With a stern stare he dips down and locks lips with you. They are so soft and rosey. He inserts his tongue and entangles it with yours. They dance around inside your mouth for a moment before he pulls back. He gives you another dark stare. Honestly, after how dominant he has been tonight, you are not sure what he’s going to do next. He grips at your chin, demanding you open your mouth for something other than his tongue and dick. He spits in your mouth. You shrink back into the bed, caught off guard. Danny releases his hold, unsure if you liked that. He’s never done it before, and at first tour not quite sure how you feel. Ultimately you shed a smile and in response he smirks.

“Danny—,” you begin.

Smack! Danny lays a slap across your cheek. The side of your face stays flush with the blanket for a second. You snap back with an erotic smile. You think he is shocked by how much you reacted.

“Come here you fucker,” you exclaim, pulling Danny down into another kiss.

He laughs, letting down his masculine wall. He pecks kisses all over your chest. You push his hair back and tuck the lock back into his bun. From your chest he peers up at you like a lost puppy. His chocolate eyes batting innocently. ‘What’s next?’ You think. His tongue hangs out, dragging across your skin— all the way up to your collar bone where he nurtures you further. As sweet and amazing as it feels, you are ready to get back to the hot, nasty sex. After the day you both had, it was needed. To prod him along, you sink your nails into his shoulders. He lets out an audible wince, but grins.

“Jesus! If you want my dick back in you that bad, just ask,” he jokes.

“Get to it, Daniel,” you snap back.

He chuckles and manipulates you onto your stomach. He massages your back and down to your ass then smacks it. Oh the sting! He pops his thumb in his mouth then circles it around your ass before shoving it in slowly. You whine as you are not used to him playing with your ass. With his other hand he rubs the head of his cock against your core— in and out— but only slightly. He getting off by edging the fuck out of you.

“You like that?” He asks, knowing what the answer will be.

“Like what?” You play along.

“Me fingering your ass,” he spits out while pushing it in further.

You gasp, but bite your lip. “Fuck yes, daddy,” you plead.

“That’s what I thought, nasty girl,” he groans.

He withdraws his thumb, grabbing onto your hips, and thrusting into you fast and hard. Your moans grow louder, almost screaming. If his hips smacking into your backside wasn’t enough he lays a few more slaps across your ass. They don’t hurt anymore, it just feels warm where he makes contact. While thinking about the welting handprints on your cheeks, Danny’s hand wraps around your throat and chokes you like a king cobra around its prey. You gasp and swallow hard.

“You want me to cum, you little slut?” He asks harshly.

Behind his rugged hold you manage to tell him yes. He lets go to work on his release. You bare down, squeezing his cock with your pussy. He always folds for that. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Danny’s grunts and moans grow deeper and more frequent. He’s close.

“Cum for me. Fill up my sweet, little cunt daddy! I know you need this so bad, so do it! Burst so fucking deep inside me.”

“Keep talking to me like that you bitch,” he forces back out.

“Oh yeah. Cream my tight pussy, baby. I’ve came for you so much tonight, I want you to cum for me ,” you continue.

“I’m right there, y/n! I’m gonna cum for you,” he whines.

Five more deep, long thrusts brings him to his climax, and you feel his warm load coat your core. He pumps slowly while finishing off. He takes a drawn out minute to collect his breath and wait for the sensation to come back in his legs.

He pulls out of you and watches a couple drips of cum flow out of you. He smirks and slightly slaps between your legs. You chuckle. You roll over so you can watch him clean up. Even that is sexy. He grabs a shirt laying on the floor to wipe his semi hard cock off. Knowing you prefer a more hygienic way to clean up, he leans into the bathroom to wet a washcloth for you. He comes back to gently clean your thighs and ‘vag’. You smile down at him as he enjoys the whole experience, even wiping everything up. He tosses it in the laundry basket, and reaches out for your hand. You stand up with his pull. He smacks your ass playfully and smirks before giving you another kiss.

“Let’s hop in the shower,” he suggests.

“Only if it’s together,” you joke.

“That’s the only way,” he chuckles.

Your last exam of the semester is approaching, and you are no where near prepared. In the comfort of your cozy, little dorm you know you will never accomplish anything. There are too many distractions; including Jake. He has been messaging back and forth with you all evening. The boys have a couple days off, so he's free to periodically reply to your longing texts. You acknowledge your reserved roommate and let her know that you are going to the library to study. You don't bother notifying Jake, you know this will only distract you further. You flip your phone over on your bed and grab your bookbag before heading out. You step outside the glass doors; standing underneath the metal overhang the pissing rain cools your skin. You pull your hood up, and scamper out into the mist.

The library is across campus, and you question why you didn't grab your umbrella on the way out. Who are you kidding? You have all these things, probably just to prove to everyone you're a responsible adult, but you almost never you use them. You are too stubborn for it. Just like you are too stubborn to get your ass in gear and study! You fling the library door open and step into the entryway. You shake yourself of the unabsorbed raindrops. The hair framing your face is damp and clings to your cheeks. You brush them away as you remove the hood. You pull back on the second set of doors. These are wooden; heavy and oaky in scent. After stepping inside they seal with a baritone echo.

You never use the library. Your professors rave about it along with it's contents, but you figure looking up your research is a more prudent use of your time. Most likely you will always feel this way, but you must admit the building is lovely. The floor is a tanish marble pattern. You can't decide if that's its original color or its age, but you assume it's original due to the pristine care it's received. You know this just by admiring its shine. You imagine some white-haired janitor in a frumpy grey jumpsuit polishing the floor late at night after everyone has retreated home. The front desk and tables lining the wide open room are all matching; a molasses colored wood with deep grain. To your left, rows of small cubicles occupied with computers sit empty. To your right, an older thin woman quietly stacks books onto a cart behind the counter. Straight ahead, a grand staircase ascends upward, slightly curving toward the top. You long to investigate further. As you climb the stairs, you gaze out the magnificent windows. They stretch from the ground floor to the next level, and expose the lush woods behind the building. The leaves and ferns are a vibrant green, and weep with the evenings rain.

You arrive at the top step and are met with the heart of the library. Thick wooden shelves design a maze across the floor, and a rainbow of books adorn them. From what you can see, the same wooden tables as downstairs nestle in private corners. There are bird of paradise plants in cream colored pots placed at the ends of a few shelves. Little reading nooks are set up at random; with stained glass lamps illuminating the areas. Advancing, you notice two students penciling away at papers, thumbing through open textbooks, and punching buttons on calculators. Both plugged into their earbuds, they didn't even notice you.

You wander around curiously before finding a small table hidden in the stacks. You make yourself at home for the next few hours. Pleased with the amount of work achieved here, you wonder why you never gave this a chance before. You successfully guided yourself through the material and made a mess doing so. School supplies littered the table. Notebooks, textbooks, pens, a calculator, a ruler, highlighters, eraser shavings, your coffee cup, and a protractor. You laugh at yourself thinking, "do I even need a protractor for this?" College is funny like that. You find yourself questioning almost everything, and most of your days feel like a blur. You curl up in the chair and peer out the window coated with raindrops. You can faintly make out the shape of another building down the path from the library. While preoccupied with arbitrary thoughts, you shut out the world around you. This is peace. This is what you need.

You are brought back to reality by the feeling of two cold hands weighing down your shoulders. Jolting away in shock, you realize it's Jake.

"Jake- hey. What are you doing here? How'd you find me?" You question.

"You weren't answering my texts, so I came over to check on you. I thought I'd take you out. I know you've been stressed over your exam. When I got to your dorm, your roommate said you came down here to study," he explains while handing you your phone.

You scroll through the unanswered messages Jake sent you while you were buried in your work.

"I'm sorry hun- I should have told you I was studying, but I just needed to focus," you disclose.

"You don't have to apologize for being a responsible student," Jake expresses with a grin.

You gently smile back at him, and motion for him to sit down next to you. His grin slightly fades and his eyes drift to your chest. Your skin is yet glistening from your voyage here. The cool air of the library preserved the weather conditions on your body. He extends his hand to wipe away some moisture from your neck. Your eyes flash down to where he makes contact with you, but quickly return to his eyes.

"You know, I just really don't think I want to sit down right now," Jake says in a low voice.

Confused, you answer, "w-what's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing is wrong babe," he groans just before leaning down to place a hot kiss on your lips.

You immediately return his gesture, and place your hand on the back of his head. You feel how damp his hair is as well. His lips fuse into yours naturally. It's clear Jake came with an agenda. He steps closer to you, strengthening your embrace. His tongue doing dances with yours. He takes your face between his hands, and grips you tighter. You let out a large breath through your nose suggesting to him that you are pleased with how your interaction is going. You rise from your seat without breaking the kiss, fumbling at Jake's body.

Once your standing, he backs you against the table, your body tightly trapped between your work surface and Jake's strong torso. He parts your kiss gently and licks his lips. He intensely stares at you, which drives you crazy. You have such a hard time reading what's in his eyes. You aren't sure if he wants you to take control. You aren't sure if he wants you to obey his every command. You slide yourself on top of the table in a slight movement. Maintaining eye contact, you shrug your shoulders with a shit grin on your face. He grunts while flashing a crooked smile. He shakes his head, and palpates the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. Before you can articulate your next words, Jake impulsively pulls you off the table, twists you around, and forces you over it with a savage grip around your waist. You gasp with awe at his hasty actions. He latches onto your hair and the base of your head and cranks your neck back. You let out a clamor in response. Jake leans into your ear to preach to you.

"Ssshhh. We gotta stay quiet sexy," he whispers.

You shake your head in compliance. With your hair still in hand, he uses his other to tug down your jeans. He barely gets them low enough to expose your pussy. He lets go of your hair and you're relieved by this. You relax you head and peer back at him. He's undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He slaps it a few times on your smooth ass before taking your hair back in his grip. Your head jerks back at his strength once again. You groan to yourself. He brings his hand to his mouth and spits in it, then wipes it all over your pussy. Before removing his hand he slaps it lightly. He almost simultaneously shoves his yearning cock inside you. You lurch forward, grinding your hips further into the wood. You moan audibly.

"What did I say?" Jake warns quietly.

You rigidly shake your head, fighting his grip. He slowly begins thrusting inside of you. You bite your lip, restraining yourself from filling this library with the sound of his name. Any noise you make, Jake pulls back on your hair farther. He gradually fucks you faster, being careful the sound of your ass clapping against him isn't enough to alert others. Your face grimaces with gratification. Again, he leans down to your ear, continuing to pump inside of you.

"I've been thinking about fucking the shit out of you all day," he murmurs. "Your pussy is so wet for me, naughty girl. Do you like being treated like my little slut?"

You shake your head vigorously.

"Go ahead, tell me how much you like that," he asserts in a low tone.

"I fucking love this Jake!" You plead.

Jake releases your hair once more, and pushes your face into the tabletop. Your palms lay flush with the table on either side of your head. He penetrates you harder, deeper, and faster. He groans as he advances toward finishing. As much as you want him to burst inside of you, you want to play with him! You shove yourself from the table, backing Jake away and pulling out his cock. He groans with frustration. You shimmy your jeans back over your hips and swiftly tug Jake's briefs over his erection. You look back at him with a devilish grin as you move away from him. Once you reach the corner of a bookshelf, you drape yourself against it; teasing and tempting him. With one hand, you trace your curvature with your fingers tips, and the other arm extends above your head. You arch your back and flash your cruel eyes at him.

"Come get me," you whisper as you duck behind the shelf.

Jake is quick to follow after you. He rounds the corner and rapidly catches you. He places a tight grip around your wrist and pulls you further back into the stacks. He drives you into the large shelf by the back of your neck. He now has you both by wrist and neck; dictating your movements. He gets himself to your level again. You can sense the burning feelings fuming out of him. He breathes onto your skin before speaking.

"What was that about?" He begins to interrogate. "You think that your going to decide when's it's time for me to bust inside of you? Hm. That's cute," he spits in a condescending tone.

Yet again, Jake is pawing at your jeans to get them off while maintaining his latch at your neck. Your delicate skin is exposed once more, but this time you feel something different caressing your backside. Jake's hold doesn't allow for you to find out, you must use your other senses to decide.

"To be honest I didn't really care for you acting like that. You're being a snotty tease. I'm going to have to discipline you for that," he groans into your ear.

You can still feel the object scratching across your skin. Jake's arm cranks back and you tense in anticipation. A stinging crack is laid across your ass! You jump upon contact, letting out a whimper. Jake brings the object to your head, moving strands of hair out of your face with it. You realize it's the wooden ruler you had been using earlier. Your lips part and eyes widen when you see it.

"How'd that feel? Bet you didn't even see me grab it. You were too busy being a tease," he prods while eyeing you up and down.

He uses the edge of the ruler to trace down your spine, presumably to strike you again. You brace yourself, sinking your nails into the wooden shelves and gritting your teeth. You assumed right, Jake brings his hand up, clutching the ruler, and swats you again. You groan in reaction, and your toes curl inside your shoes. Again and again he brings the ruler down on your skin. You can tell he is working himself back up. You expect it again, but you hear Jake drop it to the floor and his belt jingling. He turns you around so your facing him. He has a stern look on his face. His eyes full of lust, not anger. That facade was all sexual; he would never have the urge to treat you this way outside of sex.

You let out an uneasy breath. He brings his hand up to caress your rosey cheeks.

"It's okay, I'm about done here," he states. "Take your pants off."

You do as your told. Sliding them down further and kicking off your shoes as well. Jake let's his pants fall to his knees. You see that he's fully erect again. He pulls you into him and grips the bottom of your ass so he can hold you. You wrap you legs around his body, and place your arms on his shoulders. For support he pins you against the stacks once more. Using one hand he snakes under your shirt. Lifting it up high enough to expose your bra. He clearly has no intention of taking anything off, he just wants to tease them just like everything else. He tugs down the lacey material enough to expose a nipple. The cool air hits it and coaxes it to grow. He smirks before placing his lips around it. Swirling his tongue and lightly biting it. Your mouth parts and your arms extend above your head. Your fingertips glide over the spines of the books, appreciating their textures. He pulls away, letting your shirt fall back into place.

Jake grabs his throbbing cock and massages the outside of your pussy with it. No need to lubricate it this time; you are dripping wet. He slowly guides you down on it. The tip stretching you out yet again. You both simultaneously give a moan of release. He bites his bottom lip while shaking his head in ecstasy. The farther he lets you down, the more his eyes tighten. You can tell he's needed this. You can tell he's wanted this badly. Once he's all the way inside of you, he grips underneath you so he's ready to fuck the soul out of you. You wrap your arms around him for extra support. He pulls away from the bookshelf and begins thrusting you up and down on him. You slide so easily on him. He's letting out soft moans and erotic facial expressions. That just turns you on even more! The wet sounds of your actions are certainly audible enough for someone to notice, but you don't care anymore! If it were one of those students you saw earlier, they wouldn't give a shit either. Probably just as sexual deprived and carefree as you are. If they were in your position, they'd be getting pounded in the library too. You're sure they have thought about it.

Jake's grunts and curses grow more intense. You can tell he's getting close and running out of energy. You are too. You wanna help him get there. You lean into his ear and begin luring him to climax.

"This is what you wanted all night, huh? You wanted to come fill my pussy. So tight, isn't it? It feels so fucking good around your dick," you murmur in a seductive tone.

"Uh-fuck! Keep talking like that and I will shoot my fucking load in you," he grumbles between gasps.

"Oh, that's what I want alright. I wanna cream all over your cock and make you bust inside of me. And when you done, I'll wipe the cum from the inside of my thigh and suck it off my fingers," you moan to him.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna cum!" He grunts.

He thrusts hard into you and you feel a warm rush of liquid fill you up. You both let out exhausted breaths and let your heads collapse on each others shoulders. He staggers forward so your resting against the shelves again. He holds one hand on your lower back and the other extends out to brace the both of you against the books. He picks his head up, hair hanging in his face, and looks you in the eyes. His jaw is slack, letting out labored breaths. You peer back at him, exchanging a message. You want him to know that was fucking hot and you loved every minute of it. He shakes his head as if he understands your silent admission. You untangle your legs from behind his back and let yourself down. Jake's cum beads down your thigh as you stand up. You look down, and Jake's eyes follow. You look back up at him remembering what you had said in the heat of your climax.

"Go ahead," he says while smiling and gesturing toward your leg.

You smirk and wipe it up with your fingertips. You bring them to your lips and wrap your tongue around them. You salivate at the thought of how hot Jake finds this. You swallow and smile.

"Good girl," he chuckles while stroking your chin a couple times.

You both replace your clothing and Jake retrieves the abandoned ruler from the floor. As your walking back to the table, you slaps your ass from the outside of your jeans with it once more. You shuffle forward while looking back at him with a grin.

"That was a nice surprise," you admit.

"I thought you might like that," he replies.

"Oh yes I did," you giggle as you turn yourself to meet him.

He presses against you and kisses your forehead.

"C'mon. Pack your shit up and let's go get some dinner," he jokes.

"Yes sir," you respond while shoving all your belongings back into your bag.