What do you do when someone is in your library spot?

‘Every fucking time’ he grumbled, pushing past the heavy wooden door, water running down his face, ‘every time the same’. He wiped his forehead with the back of hand, and shook rain onto the floor. The librarian waved hello, and he pulled the corners of his mouth into the semblance of a smile as he shuffled past.

Still beating himself up for leaving another essay until the very last minute he headed for his usual spot, a group of desks tucked away in a dark, pokey corner where there was usually space to spread books and notes all over.

The library was busier than usual, with groups of students stood chatting in the aisles. Probably hiding away from the sudden deluge, he thought, more than slightly annoyed that he was there to work and they were in his way. Frustration bubbling over, he rounded the corner to his spot and felt the last drop of his goodwill fall out the bottom of his shoes.

Sodden and stressed, he stood and looked at his usually private collection of tables, now entirely covered in papers and overturned books. ‘For fu-‘

‘You alright?’

He spun around, startled, showering her a little as rain flew off his coat. ‘I, yeah, what?’ he heard himself say.

‘… Are you alright?’ She repeated, looking at him with a look halfway between concern and amusement. ‘You stopped so quickly I almost walked into the back of you’

Looking down at his feet he mumbled ‘oh, sorry, it’s just normally, well, normally I do that’ tilting his head to point over his shoulder at the mess on the desk.

‘Oh! We can share!’ she exclaimed, taking a second to flash him a smile before stepping around him, placing the books she was carrying down next to her laptop and starting to sweep up the clutter around her.

‘I’ll have these two, you have those two?’ she said, pointing at the desks.

Nodding his agreement he sat down, rummaging through his rucksack. He couldn’t help but look up through his eyebrows at her, aware that he wasn’t being subtle but seemingly incapable of stopping.

She was sat, already engrossed in the book in front of her, fiddling with a pencil. He watched as she placed the rubber between her teeth, chewing on it lightly. She really is beautiful, he thought, taking her in.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, and his eyes couldn’t help but follow the shape of her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone as it disappeared into her top.

‘Y’alright?’

His eyes snapped back up to find hers looking directly at him, the same half smile playing across her lips again.

‘Enjoying the view?’

He chewed air trying to get words out, anything to justify himself, and couldn’t. Shoulders slumped he looked down at the table and gently shook his head. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself, and raised his gaze to meet hers only to find her leaning back in her chair, smiling at him.

‘I – what, what’s funny?’ he got out, feeling his cheeks get warm.

‘You’ she said, leaning forwards to rest her head on her hands, ‘you look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar’.

His eyes dropped back down to the table in front of him. ‘Yeah, I-‘

‘Don’t worry’ she said, cutting him off and making his head snap back up. Leaning further forwards, and through a smile she said ‘everyone loves cookies, and, you know what?’

‘Hm?’ he croaked, trying to ignore the way her top was falling as she leant even further forward.

‘They’re meant to be eaten’

She sat back with a laugh, the slam of her chair reverberating around the library. ‘Your face, priceless’.

Face burning, he cleared his throat and opened a book, determined to not embarrass himself further. Just, look like you’re reading, he said to himself, drawing his fingers across pages that may as well have been in Latin.

2,500 words. 2,500 words. 2,500 words. 2,500 words due at 9am tomorrow morning, and today of all days she’s in my spot. Great, and now she’s yawning, and that’s going to make me yawn. Why didn’t I get a coffee? Another yawn. Really?

Frustrated he looked up from his book, only for his anger to melt immediately. She was sat, mid-yawn, arms stretched above her head pulling her top tight across her chest.

Getting caught out again was not an option, so he forced his eyes back to his book, brain swimming with images of her nipples straining against the fabric of her top.

Out of nowhere, his book went flying across the desk and slid across the floor as his body jerked rigid.

She giggled, pulling her foot back down his shin and out from under his side of the desk. ‘Someone’s tense…’

Speechless, he watched as she stood up and walked over to where his book had come to rest. She looked back over her shoulder at him, smirking as his eyes darted up to her face, before bending at the waist.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he wondered what on Earth was happening as she made her way around the desks until she was stood directly in front of him, forcing him to tilt his head all the way back to look her in the face.

She placed the book gently on the table in front of him, before lowering herself down onto his lap. Her eyes were directly in front of his, and he could feel her breath on his face.

She sat, motionless, for what felt like an eternity. Any shift in their bodies magnified by the tension of the moment, sending electric sparks running through him.

Throwing caution to the wind he closed his eyes and kissed her, leaning his head slightly to one side. Her lips were warm and soft against his, and after a second he felt the wetness of her tongue slide over his bottom lip as she opened her mouth to him.

He groaned into her mouth, feeling her nails digging into the skin on the back of his neck, and the curves of her body pressing against him.

Just as the chair started to topple, and just as quickly as it had started, she stood. Leaving him panting in his chair, watching as she sauntered off down an aisle.

‘You not coming?’

He stood in a hurry, chair legs screeching on the floor.

‘Shh!’ someone admonished. Fuck off, he thought.

He followed her between two shelves, into the real gloom of the library. She kept walking, further and further away from the desks, until he started to wonder if he was being played.

‘Whe-‘

‘Sh! Didn’t you hear? We have to be quiet’ she whispered, spinning around to face him. Standing her eyes only reached his mouth, and even standing on the very tips of her toes she couldn’t reach his mouth with her own.

Enjoying this he let out a light chuckle, feeling that maybe the shoe was finally on the other foot.

She pulled back ever so slightly, looked him in the eye and asked: so that’s how it’s going to be, is it? And smiling, he nodded.

‘Alright then’

She pushed herself at him, making him stumble backwards and land on the shelf behind him. Before he had time to react her right hand was behind his head, pulling his mouth down to hers, all the gentleness of their first kiss gone. Her teeth tugged at his lips, and the tip of her tongue glided over his.

His hands moved to hold her by the waist, feeling her small and warm underneath him, and he pulled her tight, letting the shelf take their weight.

He moaned into her mouth as she slid her hand between their bodies, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his trousers. Lips still touching, he heard her whisper something.

‘What?’

‘I want…’ he heard before losing her voice again

He stood up straighter, out of her reach.

‘What?’

‘I want you to eat my pussy, now’

He felt himself do a double take. ‘Right here‽’

‘Right. Here.’

Holding him by the shirt she backed away, pulling him with her until her back was against the shelf opposite. She reached up with both hands, thumbs either side of his face and pulled him down towards her.

‘Right. Here. Now’ she said, their lips just touching.

Straightening up he took a deep breath, and looked down the way they’d come.

Chuckling to himself he placed his hands back on her waist, looked her in the face and said ‘as you want’.

Leaning in, he tightened his grip on her waist and as lightly as he could kissed her on the jaw right beneath her ear, nuzzling her face to the side.

He heard her gasp as his teeth closed around her ear lobe, and felt her weight sag against his hands as he drew a line along the outside of her ear with his tongue.

He started to bend his knees, and kissed his way down her jaw, feeling her fingers digging into his back as he gently closed his teeth around the skin of her neck.

Going down onto his knees he felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer to her body as he kissed his way down her tummy, over her top, his nails scraping down over her ribs and waist, following his descent.

On his knees, he looked up at her as his fingers worked the button of her jeans. He could see her chest heaving as she breathed, and could feel her hips rocking in anticipation.

The sound of the zip undoing seemed unfathomably loud in the quiet of the library, making them both laugh as he tucked his fingers into the waist of her trousers and shimmied them down over her bum, leaving them crumpled on the floor around her ankles.

She bit her lip, and leant her head back against the shelves behind her as his fingertips slid back up her legs, tickling the backs of her knees and thighs, until eventually his hands were cupping her ass.

Looking down, she could see him smiling up at her, slowly leaning forwards and kissing around the hem of her underwear. She could feel his finger tips hooking the thin fabric of her pants, and teasing them down over her, his lips kissing the skin revealed.

Once her panties were also crumpled around her ankles, he slid a hand up between her legs and gently prised them apart.

Sliding his hands around to dig his fingers into her ass, he pulled her hips towards his face, and looking her right in the eyes drew the very tip of his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the very top, leaving it hovering above her clit.

Her knees buckled a bit, needing his hands to hold her up as his tongue moved over her again, pushing slightly further between her lips, tasting her.

She reached down, scratching the back of his head with her nails, and pulling his mouth harder against her.

He heard her starting to pant as his tongue moved faster, flicking lightly over her clit before gliding back down to lick the whole length of her, pushing as deep as possible, drawing a deep moan from the back of her throat.

Her hips rocked back and forth in time with his tongue, and he clasped her by the ass in an effort to not let her throw him off.

He heard her starting to whisper ‘yes, yes, yes’ louder and faster.

Her legs started to shake, as she gripped his head and fucked his mouth, gasping as his tongue pushed against and around her clit. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming out.

‘Don’t stop, don’t stop’ she gasped as she felt waves of pleasure starting to pulsate through her body.

With a groan she shoved his head away and collapsed onto the floor, laying on her back, legs quivering, the occasional shudder rocking her body.

He sat down, knelt over her and whilst she was panting kissed her on the mouth. Her hands reached up to hold his face, and groaned into his mouth: god, I taste good.

She pulled him down next to her, rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She reached down and traced the outline of his dick through his jeans again, making him breathe out heavily through his nose and push his hips up against her.

Her fingers worked on his belt buckle as his hands slid down her back and over her ass, spreading her cheeks wide for anyone behind to see.

Undoing the zip she told him ‘pull them down’, and he did, freeing his cock for her hand to grasp, stroking it as she traced the tip of her tongue over his lips.

Without warning, she angled his cock up, pressing the tip of him just against her before pausing.

‘Do you want it?’

‘Yes’ he rasped, eyes moving all over her

‘How much?’

‘More than anything’

‘Tell me’ she demanded ‘tell me how much you want to fuck me’

Her hand continued to stroke him, moving slowly up and down the length of him, with his his head nestled between the warm wetness of her lips.

He twisted his hand in the hair at the base of her skull and pulled her face close to his. ‘All I want is to be in you, to feel you gripping me, your pussy sliding up and down me. I want to feel you cum on my dick, and hear you gasp as I fill you with my cum. I wa-‘

With a short grunt she pushed her mouth down, cutting him off and pushed her hips down, burying him deep in her.

He pushed up to meet her, both of them gasping, mouth to mouth, lips touching but not kissing.

As he started to thrust into her, slowly and deeply, she buried her face in his neck to muffle her cries. He was holding her by the ass, keeping her just above him so he could push all the way into her in one smooth movement.

She let out one loud cry and giggling they lay prone for a second, waiting to see if they’d been caught before he started moving again, ever so slightly, just sliding the very tip of him in and out of her, then slightly deeper, and deeper.

When he was all the way in, he held her by the waist, pulling her down hard, and lifted his hips, tensing everything to fill her as much as he could.

Grabbing her hand he sucked on her finger tips, and told her ‘touch yourself for me’ and with a whimper she reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as he filled her.

As pressure started to build, she couldn’t help herself but rock back and forth, tiny movements which sent shudders through her, slowly building as her fingers moved faster and her hips rocked more.

‘Cum with me’ she moaned into his mouth ‘fuck me, cum with me’

Holding her close to him with one hand across her back, holding her by the base of her neck, the other under her ass he started to move again. Sliding the whole length of him out as slowly as he could, before pushing back deep in one quick movement.

Then, getting faster, and faster. Leaving less time between filling her, until he was matching the speed of her fingers. His head was thrown back, her back was arched, both open mouthed trying to hold it together, oblivious to the noise their bodies were making as they hit and smacked into each other.

He slipped the hand on her neck around, so he was holding her by the throat, squeezed and made her look at him.

‘Cum for me’ he said, feeling his own orgasm start to grow in the base of his cock.

‘Cum on my dick like the good girl you are’

She whimpered and moaned and collapsed her weight onto his chest, her hand still between them, and between breaths told him in his ear ‘I’m gonna cum’

With a groan he felt himself go over the edge, his orgasm rocking through his body and pumping his cum deep inside her.

Feeling him pulsating inside her, filling her, stretching her, drove her past the point of release and she bit down onto his shoulder, hearing herself groaning through her teeth, pressing her pussy hard down onto him, taking all of him, until they were left laying, twitching, writhing and sweaty, him still buried in her.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o9lyu5/what_do_you_do_when_someone_is_in_your_library