Another rated R. I was just thinking the other day, "What if Angeline's and Trey's makeout session wasn't as innocent as we thought". Which gave me this idea. Hope you like it. (:

I was trying my hardest not to kill Trey. It was proving to be difficult. He was just so... difficult. He was sarcastic, intentionally arrogant and worst of all, he was attractive.

He had jet black hair and piercing dark eyes. His eyes... God, someone this sinfully hot should have some flaw in their features. But no, the bastard was perfect.

" Why are you scowling at me?" he asks with his head tilted to the side. He made that gesture look good. I feel my scowl deepen.

"No reason. I just don't understand the question." This was partially true. The question was giving me a headache.

"Well, I've been explaining it to you for the past five minutes while you were daydreaming." Had he? I immediately feel guilty. He was just trying to help and here I was thinking of ways to maul him. And of the fastest way to rid him of his clothes. My brows furrow as I contemplate this sudden predicament I find myself in. Am I attracted to him because he's an ass?

"Hey," he says gently drawing me out of my thoughts. "I know that none of this is easy but I promise it'll get better. And I'll be here to help."

I can't help it; I melt at his words. And I know that this is what draws me to him. His incredibly sweet side that no one knows about, except for me. Doesn't make him less of an arrogant prick, but I know that it's just a font. It's to protect himself. Just like I use my brash attitude to protect myself. I don't know what makes me do it, but I lean across the table and kiss him. On the lips.

And it's shocking. His lips taste like peppermint, cool and refreshing. I've always hated mint, of any kind, but on him... I never wanted to stop tasting it.

His surprise only lasts a minute before he's kissing me back. I'm practically on top of the table now, but I need to be closer.

As if hearing my thoughts, Trey pulls back and drags me to a secluded corner in the library. He pushes me up against the bookcase and the books rattle a bit.

I laugh. "Someones's a bit eager."

He looks at me and says seriously, "You have no idea how right you are."

My breath gets caught in my throat at his words. I don't have any time to dwell on them because Trey grabs my hips and tugs me closer so I'm flush against his chest. He smirks down at me and brings his lips crashing down onto mine.

It's rough and I love it. I wound my fingers in his dark hair and pull none too gently. He groans and I feel it all the way down to my toes.

"God, what you do to me," he whispers near my ear. He nips at my earlobe and I let loose a moan.

"Trey," I say but can't finish what I want to say because his hands are up my shirt. He kneads my breast through the fabric of my bra and I bite down on my bottom lip, suddenly remembering that we're in the library.

"Trey," I say more urgently.

"Mmhh."

"We're in a library," I say.

"I've noticed," he drawls. Then he looks at me seriously. "Do you want to stop?"

Did I? I didn't know and that scared me. I always knew what I wanted but around Trey all that went out the window. I looked down and noticed his... excitement.

Hell, I was excited too and I knew that he wouldn't be the only one disappointed if we stopped now.

"We have to be quiet," I say and he gives me a huge, goofy grin that has me smiling back. He resumes his kneading and I bite down the moan that's threatning to come out. It was going to be hard, being quiet. Damn, I should have asked to go back to his dorm room. Before I can voice my thoughts, he drops down to his knees. I give a little surprised gasp. Does he plan on doing that here?

"I'm really glad you're wearing a skirt," he says pushing the material up. "Put your legs around me."

I comply wrapping my legs around his neck and he steadies me until I'm comfortable. I bite my lip hardly believing we were doing this in the library, of all places. The librarian could come any moment and catch us. Then again, she was about a hundred years old and never left her seat unless absolutely necessary. And the library was empty except for us.

Trey brought me out of my thoughts when he pushed my underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside me. I was grateful I had chosen to wear my sexiest underwear I had; it was a silky, red color.

He eased his finger in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and bit down harder on my lip to keep in the moan. He slipped in another finger causing me to groan.

"Shh," he chastised me gently.

"Trey," I groaned. This was torture; pure, sweet torture. He eased his long fingers in and out of me, which had me panting in no time. He slowly eased in a third finger and I felt like I was about to combust.

I groaned loudly not caring who heard. Trey then slid his tongue across my folds causing me to shiver. He repeated the motion with his fingers still going at a leisurely pace. I felt myself start to tense; I knew what was coming.

"I'm going..." My voice was a breathless whisper. I tired again to warn him but he started stroking his tongue faster against my folds.

"Come," he whispers in a sensual voice. And come I do. I shatter around his expert tongue and he laps up my juices. I'm too far gone to admonish him. I smile happily as he takes my legs from around his neck and sets me gently on the ground. My legs feel like jello.

He kisses me sweetly and I taste myself on him. Suddenly I'm embarrassed but I squash it down. He just had his face on me and quite literally ate me out. If anything, he should be the embarrassed one. So I draw myself up and give him a flirtatious smile.

"Thank you. Now, I think I should repay the favor, don't you?"

He looks astonished but grins. As we walk out the library, we pass the librarian. I give her a huge grin and then burst into giggles with Trey laughing by my side.

That was fun and I definitely wanted to have some library fun again with him. Soon hopefully.

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