You look up from your book as someone takes a seat nearby yours in the reading area. Engrossed in your book as you had been you hadnt noticed the library had accumulated a handful of hangers on, browsing quietly.
Looking around quickly before going back to your book, you lock eyes with a bearded gentleman browsing the fiction sections; his eyes locking on your own for just a second. A flash of a smile. Then he turns away and you bury your head back into your book.
But that smile. You think about it, more of a sideways smirk honestly. The more you let your mind think about it the more you remember those piercing blue eyes, almost knowingly looking back into yours.
The butterflies start dancing in your tummy as you consider it. You realize you’ve read the same line at least a handful of times, those eyes still on your mind, butterflies intensifying into a swarm as you think about that smile. That damned smile.
Blood rushing in your ears, you squirm as you realize that’s not butterflies; you’re litterally buzzing thinking about him.
You stop trying to read and slowly look up, hoping not to alert anyone but feeling your skin burn with a dozen pairs of eyes. As soon as your eyes move they’re on his, just over the shelves. Tasting blood as you bite your tongue to stay quiet, your thighs clench as you squirm, trying no to reveal the puddle you’re creating, feeling warmth spread through to your finger tips as you restrain yourself.
You glance around the room again, blood pulsing in your veins. Meeting no other eyes, your gaze involuntarily returns to the piercing blues behind the shelves as you feel the pressure inside you increase;your nails gouging into the fabric of the chair.
With a wink, the man disappears behind the taller rows and you feel the weight lessen enough to move. Quickly you get up and slink off, hoping to find a more private space to cool off. Unfortunately the butterflies were persistent, the buzzing within you intensifying with each step until you’re sure others must be able to hear it.
Knees weak, you duck into the back corner of the upper level; typically abandoned. Safe.
So you thought.
You feel a strong grip on your wrist, yelp softly as you’re spun around and tugged into a soft but solid figure that stands over you.
“Uh uh. You know the rules.” You hear his soft growl in your ears, feeling him spin you around and press himself into your back. You close your eyes and focus. The gentle pressure as his hands guide your path by the hips, the burn of your skin under his touch, the heat of his breath in your ear.
You dig your nails into his forearms, cutting deep. Gritting your teeth you manage to squeak out a reply.
“Can’t. Holdit.”
“Nobody said you had to. Just can’t hide when you do,” comes the gentle voice in your ear.
You open your eyes, and realize you’re standing over the balcony looking at the entire ground floor. Just as your knees give out and the vibrating dam inside you breaks. You catch no faces looking back at you but your own burns as if everyone was watching.
“You’re safe. I have you,” his lips brushing against your ear.
You fall an inch before the strong arms catch you to hold you up. Wrapped around you, engulfing you in a familiar smell as you desperately fight for something to stifle the moans you so desperately want to cry; settling for a shoulder as you turn to bury your face in his chest.
The butterflies vanish in an instant as the electricity cycles through your body, your muscles slowly unclenching from their ridged position as the fire inside you slowly burns away from your fingertips.
A hand cups your face and points it up to lock your eyes with theirs.
“I said, are you good babydoll?” You hear him almost whisper to you, eyes looking into yours both excited and concerned.
Biting your lip you nod slowly, heart still racing. Hands slowly trailing down his chest as you gently push him away from the slight railing.
“Take me,” you whisper back.
This seems to take him by surprise as you see a glimmer in his eyes. He straightens up looking around slowly, ensuring whatever privacy there might be had.
Suddenly you’re airborn; instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling your long skirt flow around you and his fingers pressing into your skin. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking up and locking your lips on his desperately, slowly.
Opening your eyes you find yourself pressed into a side corner bookshelf; an armchair, table, and lamp nearby signaling a more private reading nook.
A sharp stinging in your cheek startles you and you immediately look up into his eyes, on your tiptoes, nose to nose before locking lips again slowly as the butterflies return with the intensity of a stampede. You feel his hands all across your body, desperately tugging at clothing only just short of stripping you.
“The chair?” You pant desperately, your hands flying across a belt then zipper before either of you could think of what you were doing or the audience that was accumulating.
“Smart little fuckdoll aren’t you today?” Comes the reply as you stroke his cock, relishing in the pulse of desire you can feel running through it. Strong hands grip you by the throat, guiding you and rotating you until you’re seated in his lap, skirt over you both.
You feel under you, guiding the dick to your soaking entrance and biting your lip as you feel it slide in deep; pressing the vibrator even deeper. You feel him panting against the back of your neck, eyes shut tight as you desperately grind. You feel yourself thrust foreward and down as he grabs your biceps and pulls the behind you, almost lifting and bouncing you clear out of his lap with the viciousness of his thrusts.
“I never imagined I’d breed you in front of an audience.” You hear him say softly, and you try and bolt up in shock. Ice in your veins as you realize what desperation led you to do you try and look up to make sure you’re still hidden but before you manage to, a hand runs its way through your hair forcing you back down almost horizontal. This had the intended side effect of slamming the butterflies practically through your stomach causing you to twitch and desperately scrabble for something, anything to dig your nails into before sinking them into his forearms to keep yourself from screaming.
“Breed me!” You softly call, certain youre being overheard. “Please Daddy fucking breed me I need it so bad! I want everyone to-” a hand clamps over your mouth as you straighten up, eyes screwed tight, back arching and body on fire.
“Dont be too loud; next I’ll have to shut that pretty mouth up” Comes an angry growl as your hips stop at the deepest point either of you can manage, quickly grinding deeper as you pant together; feeling his body stiffen and a swelling from him inside you.
Reaching back to caress his head as his tongue runs softly over your ear, you feel a slight swelling then burst inside you as he explodes as deep within you as possible
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