Chapter Eight

Noah A few weeks went by. Sara and I only got closer and closer. Even though they hadn’t met her, because I didn’t let them meet her, my roommates knew I was seeing someone. I didn’t deny it when they teased me about it, and even my friends noticed.

It didn’t hurt that I was going around smiling more, all the stress from my money problems gone.

The tuition problem didn’t magically go away, but after going to the office and making my case, I had enough time to pay it all up. I’d managed some of it by myself, and I was waiting on Dad, the worry that he wouldn’t come through for me, in the end, was still there, but I did my best not to let it get to me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket as I left a class with my friends, and I pulled it out, grinning when I saw Sara’s name.

“Oh, there it is. It’s the new girlfriend.”

I looked up at Mark, one of my friends, with a frown. The others snickered at his words, but I didn’t bother correcting him.

“You guys go on ahead, I have somewhere to be.”

“Dude, we were going to go and watch the game, remember? You sure you want to give it up for a girl?”

I walked away without looking back.

“I’ll watch the replay,” I called distractedly over my shoulder.

They grumbled at me behind my back, but I could still hear them laughing. I did feel a little bad, because yeah, I’d been blowing my friends off a lot lately whenever I got the chance to spend time with Sara, but I wasn’t all that sorry.

If I had to pick between having Sara in my bed, or following her to her room and having sex on her bed, and hanging out with my friends, it wasn’t a competition. Sex with Sara was addicting, so it was lucky for me that she felt the same way.

Of course, it was more than just sex. In the past few weeks, we’d gotten to know each other, and like each other, and I liked spending time with her.

This time, we were meeting up in a library. I was a little skeptical about it since we usually couldn’t keep our hands off each other when we met, but I was more than willing to go, anyway. She’d given me directions to find her, and I followed them to find a tucked away corner in the library. There was a table in that little corner, and Sara was sitting down, her bag and books spread on the desk, but she wasn’t paying the least attention to them. When she saw me, she grinned.

“Hey,” she said excitedly, voice hushed.

I crossed over quickly and sat across from her, reaching for her hand as I smiled back.

“Hey,” I replied.

“You just got out of class, right? I’ve been waiting here for a while, you know.”

I chuckled, playing with her fingers. “Sorry, sorry. The professor took a bit longer than expected.”

She grinned. “So, are we studying, or…?”

Even though I wasn’t really surprised, I was a little shocked that she would be so bold in the library.

“Weren’t you studying before I came here?” I asked, changing the subject.

She shrugged. “I was a little excited, I already finished what I was doing, and I’ve been waiting for you to show up for more than thirty minutes.”

I winced. “Wow, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long…”

“So, make it up to me,” she suggested.

My eyebrows jumped up. “How?”

A slow grin spread over her face. “Stay still.”

I blinked but didn’t move. She fidgeted a little but didn’t move her gaze from mine, either. When I felt something nudge me under the table I jumped, eyes growing wide.

“Sara!” I hissed.

She giggled. “Don’t move or you’ll hurt yourself,” she whispered.

I gritted my teeth, holding back a groan when she gently rubbed me through my jeans with her foot. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. My legs spread a little further to give her more room as I leaned back and glanced down. A groan almost slipped out, and I bit my bottom lip.

Her foot didn’t stop moving, it massaged my growing erection, before moving lower to rub my balls underneath. I clenched my hands around the edges of the seat and sent a heated look her way. Sara had on a smug expression like she was happy with herself, but her cheeks were a little pink.

“Sara,” I growled. “You should stop.”

She made a particularly hard nudge, and I did groan that time, a tiny little thing as I closed my eyes, leaning forward, trying to relieve the pressure. I was fully hard in my jeans now, and it was so fucking uncomfortable.

“I can't walk out of here if you keep doing that,” I muttered.

“So, do something about it,” she challenged again.

I frowned at her, panting a little, and found her breath was coming a bit fast, too. The look she aimed at me made me want to jump her.

Shit.

We were in the fucking library, though.

She rubbed me with her toes, and I gasped, hands clenched hard as my body spasmed. I leaned so far forward that my forehead touched the table. When the need to come eased, I looked up at Sara with a scowl.

“If you don’t stop that,” I said my voice low. “I am going to fuck you right on this table.”

I was only partly joking. I was so close, I thought I’d come in my pants with the slightest shift, and it would be so damn embarrassing to have to walk around with come in my pants. It never happened to me even when I was a teenager.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Sara said, surprising me.

She pulled her foot away, and I released a sigh of part relief and disappointment. She squirmed around in her seat, then stood up. She glanced around, before she came over to me and pulled on my arm.

“What?” I asked, frowning up at her.

She smiled secretively. “Just follow.”

I looked around and noticed no one would see us from here. I followed her, my erect cock making a very obvious bulge in my jeans. Sara pulled me around into another quiet corner in the library, even more hidden than the other one, and darker, so it wasn’t a surprise to find the space virtually empty of furniture. A lot of the books on the shelves we passed looked dusty, and I wondered if people even came by here.

“This spot is usually empty,” she promised. “I’ve sat here for hours sometimes, and no one found me.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and plastered her body against mine. “You can fuck me here.”

For a moment, I just watched her without moving. I couldn’t believe this was the same Sara who’d sexted me and was so nervous she couldn’t even look straight at me when we first met. Before I could think too much, she shifted onto the tips of her toes and kissed me, hard. I groaned as her body moved against mine. I was hard already, and the way she rocked her hips against mine didn’t help.

“Come on,” she moaned, tugging at the short hairs at my nape. “I’m wearing a thong today, so I don’t have to take anything off.”

“Sara,” I whispered. “You’re killing me here.”

She just giggled and held me tighter. With her back pressed against a free patch of wall, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around my hip, and I caught her thigh automatically. When she rocked her hips again, I cursed under my breath and moved my hand to her hip.

I was nowhere near innocent, but I’d never done something like this. I hesitated a little, but I couldn’t help feeling excited, too. Quickly, I undid my belt and fly, and pulled the hem of her dress up around her hips. I circled my hands around to her ass, and grabbed both globes with my palms. She moaned with anticipation, and teased me further with a roll of her hips against mine.

“Sara,” I said warningly.

She smirked. “Then hurry up.”

Feeling a little impatient myself, I pulled aside the crotch of her thong. I spread her with my fingers before I pulled my hand back. I held my cock, and nudged against her sex until I could slip into her. When I was fully inside of her, I moved my hands to her waist and held her still as I fucked her against the wall.

“Ah!”

She gave a loud gasp, and I growled as I pressed our lips together to muffle her noises. She whimpered, while her nails dug into my shoulders as she held on. The kiss was sloppy, and our faces were slick with our own saliva. I didn’t bother to wipe it off; I didn’t think I could stop right then even if someone did find us.

“Noah,” Sara moaned my name in between kisses. “Noah! Faster!”

Her voice was in a whisper, and yet, it sounded so loud. The school’s library was really big, but because of the silence rule, even the slightest noises seemed to echo. It didn’t seem to be the same in that little corner, but I couldn’t help thinking someone would hear us.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “This is so crazy, Sara.”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, and held me tighter as if she feared I would stop. As if I could, I’d die if I had to pull my cock out of her right now.

Her walls tightened around me with a vice grip, and my breath hitched. I paused, and shushed her when she made a sound of protest. I gripped her other thigh and her arms wrapped around my neck as I lifted her other leg up.

“Hold on tight,” I murmured, my face close to hers.

She nodded, buried her face in my neck, and her panted breaths washed over my neck to tickle me.

With her braced against the wall, I started to move again, and my thrusts were faster and harder. The slap of my skin against hers was not quiet, but I didn’t care as I held her tight by the hips and slammed her into the wall. She didn’t protest at all, she seemed to love it in fact, and I think that made me even more hard. Painfully hard for this sweet little vixen I’d found and kept all to myself.

We both came a little faster than usual. I wondered if I was turning into a sex maniac as we came down and pulled apart, to dare to do something like this in public…

Feeling conscious of where we were, we separated and cleaned up quickly. Then, we held hands as we went back to our table. Sara couldn’t stop giggling with her head ducked down, and I chuckled a bit myself.

“Next time, I’ll just come over to your room.”

She looked up at me with a bright smile, packing her books because she didn’t plan to continue studying.

“I won't complain,” she teased. “So why don’t we head over there now?”

I shook my head, mostly at myself, but when she stood to leave, I followed like a well-trained mutt.