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CHAPTER TWO

The summer heat was crazy this year. Too freaking hot, so, naturally, I had to dress the part to beat the heat. A simple tank top with a neckline that allowed the swells of my breasts to show, but not enough to have them falling out, and then jean shorts that were short enough to pass off as underwear.

But I wasn’t the only one trying to beat the heat though. The only piece of clothing Kyl had on his body right now was the shorts that hung loosely from his slim waist.

“You’re delusional. Why would I be thinking about you on a hot Thursday afternoon?” I huffed, my tone dripping with that arrogance that always ticked him off.

“Come on, princess, you know you can’t lie to me, right?” he tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ear, then traced a finger down the side of my face before stopping at my bottom lip. I could practically hear my heart thumping with anticipation in my ear, but I managed to remain calm for the most part.

I hated how I loved when he teased me like this. When he silently dared me to lie that I didn’t want him as much as he wanted me right now.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like some ice cream, but we can keep that for later.” his grip on my chin tightened. “What are you trying to do Princess, tempt me with that outfit?…”

His red eyes were clouded over with desire, the all-consuming kind. I put my book down and grabbed his hand, guiding the tip of his finger to my lips before leaving a teasing kiss on it.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try having library sex…” I don’t know that many people who have ever fantasized about sex in a library, but for me, it was number three on my fantasy wish list, right after car sex, which was number two, then a threesome with my hot best friend, taking the number one spot.

Kyler grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet into his hungry embrace. His strong arms wrapped around my small waist as if to make his intentions clear.

He wanted me.

“We’ve got about thirty minutes until Silas comes back home…” was all he said as he began to trail steamy kisses down my exposed neck and I threw my head back with a sigh. The aching between my legs became unbearable as the moment became intense. I had to hold onto his shoulder for some support.

“I thought Silas got off work early on Thursdays?” I asked between each breathless sigh that left my lips. His fingers were impatiently tugging at the button on my jean shorts.

“Yeah, but he’s running errands for dad.” This was all the explanation he gave me before capturing my lips in a kiss. A kiss I met with equal hunger.

Kyler pushed me back against the shelf and dropped to his knees, positioning himself between my legs as he began to pull down my jeans and lace underwear.

I’m so glad I decided to wear the red underwear rather than the white ones. And judging from the cocky grin on Kyler’s lips, I knew he was very pleased. Seeing as red was his favourite colour.

“Did you wear this for me, Princess?” I rolled my eyes at his question. But I neither denied nor confirmed his cocky statement. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

A warm, airy chuckle left his lips, and it tickled my already wet center, making him look up at me with a fox-like grin. “You’re already so wet, baby. What were you reading this time? Haunting Adeline?”

“No I wasn’t!” I snapped, feeling my cheeks heat up at the accusation. “I-I haven’t read that one in a while.” My lips folded into a little pout as I looked away. I hated when he snooped through my things.

“You’re such a little slut, Lisa.” Kyler chuckled as his fingers pressed my thighs down. “You know I’m just a call away, right?”

“Shut up, Kyler. If you don’t hurry up and do something about it, I’ll have to finish myself.” I tried to play off his words, but the ache between my legs was becoming unbearable, and it took everything in me not to touch myself in front of him right now. But I bet he would have enjoyed watching that. “Keep up that attitude, and I’ll just have to punish you for it, Princess,” he warned me, his cherry-red eyes turning darker. Even from this angle, I could see the evil that flashed in them, and I gulped softly. It wasn’t enough to shut the brat in me though.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time-ah~~fuck.”

Whatever it was that I was about to say went out the window like yesterday's paper. The taste of anticipation was already flooding my tongue and I was practically drooling at the sensation of my pussy being devoured by Kyler’s mouth. My hips buckled, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of his tongue gliding in and out of my entrance. And with his head buried between my thighs, his tongue working me like a wound-up toy, my breath came out sharper, almost erratic, and I almost lost my balance. But he was there to keep me steady.

I loved what Silas could do, but the undeniable fact was that Kyler gave the best head. It was even better with the tiny metal piercing at the tip of his tongue that brushed and pressed down on my clit every now and then. The hot then cold sensation brought me to the edge of something so dangerous and delicious that my whole body couldn't help but tremble with the weight of it.

My mind went to Alec Kostantino, if he found out how his beloved library was being defiled right now, he would surely revoke my library privileges! But having Kyler's head buried between my thighs, his tongue working me like I was his favorite toy, wound up and pushed past the breaking point, was definitely worth any kind of punishment.

“Fuck—Kyl,” my voice cracked with need as his mouth pressed harder against me. And with each flick of his tongue against my most sensitive spot my hand tangled in his messy hair that looked like soft snow in my grasp. I was fucking on cloud nine right now. I don’t know how he gets better at this every time.

My fingers moved with a mind of their own as they curled around the thick strands of his hair then tugged. I didn’t mean to pull it as hard as I did, but for Kyler, the pain was more of an encouragement which was good for him and even better for me.

My hips also moved with a mind of their own, riding his mouth as he tongue fucked me. At some point the feeling got so intense that I tried to close my legs around his head, to squeeze them around his face and keep him in place until he gave me the release I was so close to reaching. Kyler had other plans.

“Don’t be greedy, Princess.” I heard him chuckle as his hands pressed against my thighs, spreading me wide open like a fucking book. And while his left hand held me open, the right one joined his mouth in a merciless attack. Coaxing more lewd sounds and fluid from me.

“You taste better and better each time we do this, Lisa…” he praised me. As his fingers fucked my hole, stretching me wider, his tongue wasn’t far behind, lapping up every drop of sweet nectar I had to offer. The only sounds in the entire library were from our heavy breathing and the wet sounds—every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers made my body jolt and shudder. My head fell back against the shelf and I had to hold onto it for some support as he continued to push back, forcing the books to rattle above me, but I didn’t care. Nothing existed outside the slick heat of his mouth and the rough strength of his hands dominating my body.

“Kyler,” I moaned his name like a prayer. Singing it louder than the verse of my favourite song. Begging for him to give me my release, but something told me that no matter how hard I wanted it right now, he was going to make me work for that orgasm until he was well satisfied.

“Oh God, don’t stop—please—” I begged him.

Kyler’s tongue flicked even harder, his fingers curling just right, hitting that sweet, wicked spot inside me. And just when I was moments away from the best orgasm of my life? This asshole pulled back and my eyes snapped open with annoyance.

“What the Hell, Kyl?!” I sobbed at the sudden emptiness I felt. At the cool air against my wet, swollen clit and at the absence of his mouth.

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed as he stood upright again. His body towering over mine as his grip on my waist turned possessive. “You’re in capable hands,” he purred into my ear before flipping me around like a panini and pressing my body flush against the shelves. My cheek smacked the wooden spine of some old book, my palms splayed out against the shelf as I tried to steady myself.

“Ow. You jerk-”

“You’re such a bad brat, Lisa,” he drawled, his breath hot against my neck. “Seems like I need to teach you how to respect your elders,” he brought down an open palm right on my right ass cheek, and I yelped. I’m sure it’ll bruise by tomorrow, and I was looking forward to it.