Library Fun
"Oh, fuck!"
Finally, I had him where I wanted him. Head under skirt. I had his hair fisted in my hand and his name passing my lips but Jacob was nothing more than a toy at that point. A means to an end. It was all about me and Blondie.
I felt Jake's lips massaging mine but all I could think was what hers would feel like. She was looking right at me. Eye contact unwavering. We had been dancing around each other for weeks, but this is the first time we'd gone this far. Shy touches and lingering looks are all that have passed between us and I couldn't take it anymore.
She had been following me, I know. How else would she have found me in this dark corner of the library where we keep the textbooks? She's not in school, but I want this lesson to be clear. Don't poke the bear, she might like it. A lot.
Even though we have maintained eye contact, her body isn't facing me. It's facing the shelf in a frozen state of her looking at a book. She doesn't need that book, she needs me.
"Shit"
Jake bites my inner thigh, and it almost breaks our showdown. Instead we both gasp for air and her eyes darken. Is that jealousy? Perhaps she's as turned on as I am. Maybe she wants to be in Jake's position. Maybe mine.
I open my legs wider now, draping one over the arm of the leather seat. It's a dare. Blondie takes the bait and turns toward me. The book is completely forgotten now. I see her nipples through her shirt. I lick my lips, wishing I could get just a taste to satisfy my hunger for her.
I'm close and she knows it. She takes a half step towards me unbuttoning the top few buttons on her shirt. A breath leaves my body as I catch a glimpse of the deep purple lace holding her so sweetly. I sit up in my leather throne as I grind into Jake's face with abandon. I need her closer.
"More"
When I look back up to her face, I realize this battle is over. I thought I had won, that she was going to finally come to me. With a raise of her brow, I lost. I lost harder and louder than I ever had before. My eyes roll back and I lose feeling in my legs. Jacob is trying to keep up and takes the loss just as well as I do. His kisses are getting softer and my body still quakes from the aftermath.
"Oh, fuck"
I look down at Jacob and stroke his hair as I remember he was an active participant in this game. He participated unknowingly, but he was there. Wanting one more glance, so I could save it until next time, I look up into the bookshelves.
She's gone. So much for that game I guess
