Filthy Boss

It was a Friday night on campus. There was always a party to go to. “Sure, I don’t have any other plans.”

He moved closer to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. He bent down to whisper into my ear. “I'll give you the address if you want to join me. It's been a while since we've had any time together.”

I rolled my eyes, and pushed him back. We had agreed to not talk about that night. He hadn’t said anything about it since. “Whatever.”

When I first got the job at the library, it had maybe been in October, I had met Shane at a party. Alexis and I were just getting to know each other and she invited me out with some frat boys. Not really my scene as I was more the intellectual type of partier: coffeehouses and wine tastings. But I didn't want to ruin a potentially great friendship, so I went out with her.

Shane recognized me from my new position at the library, and offered me a little bit more to drink than I should have. It had only been one night, but every time I saw him since, I couldn't help thinking about it. Shane was dynamite in bed. He had the perfect just-past-college physique; he was lean, but with strong shoulders and a six-pack. As much as I had pushed him away the past couple months, I couldn't help that his offer sounded tantalizing. I hadn’t been seeing anyone, and really hadn't had any really good sex since him. Against my better judgment, I told him I was going upstairs.

“I've got some reference books to go through on the third floor. I'm not in the mood to go to your party, but I'll be up there probably for the next hour by myself. I might need some help with the heavier books.”

I took off my scarf and sweatshirt and left them on the chair at the circulation desk. Underneath that, all I had on was a little cami and a sports bra. I knew I was teasing him, and it probably wasn't fair, except that a small part of me wanted him to act on it. Shane made me feel dangerous. I walked up the stairs to the third floor, and made a sharp left to go into the darkest corner of the stacks. There wasn't a single person on the entire floor. I checked a couple of the study rooms just to be sure, but I was completely alone. I pushed the cart down to the last aisle, and started stacking some of the books about Art History in the Middle Ag

es. I had moved into the second row, which still wasn't very well lit at this time of night, when I felt a hand around my waist. I almost screamed, but I knew it was him. He had figured out my little game. He put his hand across my mouth, and spun me around towards him. When I turned around, I was looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes, almost hidden underneath shaggy blonde hair. They were reeling me in with every breath. “I get that you're not a party girl. You would prefer to be here.”

He removed his hand from my mouth, and I nodded. “It's quiet here. Nobody knows your secrets. The books can’t tell my secrets. People can.”

He had a smug half smile on his face. “Should we go to a study room?”

I took him by the hand, and led him across the aisle from where I was working into a secluded study room that was connected to the back of the elevator. No one ever used it, and it had its own light switch. I pulled him in by the front of the shirt, and he closed the door behind him. His back was against the door when I flicked off the light switch, so that we were plunged into almost darkness. There was just a glow coming from the lights outside in the Art History section. We could hardly see, but that just made it more interesting. He yanked off my top, and dragged his fingers along the back of my neck, and down my back until he reached my ass. He gave me a light slap before he started to kiss me.

I could feel his tongue breaching my lips, and I allowed him access to my mouth. We continued to kiss for only a minute more, before I broke free, and tossed my head back. He trailed kisses down my throat and collarbone. He slipped a finger under my sports bra, and began to pull it over my head just as he had with my shirt.

“We should do this every shift,” he murmured into my skin.

I could only nod; words were escaping me. I took a deep breath, and pushed my hands underneath his shirt. I pulled the tight shirt off easily, and threw it across the small room. I pushed him against the wall again, and pressed my body onto his. The warmth of his skin made my flesh tingle with excitement.

He ran his hands through my hair as we continued to kiss. But, as he released me, he moved his hands down to my waist, and then gently pulled down my pants. Shane wasn’t one to waste time on foreplay. He pulled them down to my knees, and then removed his own jeans. I stepped out of my shoes, and took my pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

I was completely naked, in the dark of the night. The only two people who may ever know about this were secluded in a small sweaty room on the third floor. It was everything.

He picked me up so that my legs swung around him, and he laid me on the wooden study table. My legs hung off the edge.

“I wish I could see you better,” I heard him whisper.

“Don’t you dare turn on that light.” I couldn’t let anyone know about this.

“So secretive.” Then he added, “Then you better be quiet. And if memory serves me right, you’re not.”

He spread my legs, and slipped his dick inside me. It was quick, and made my toes curl. He wrapped a hand loosely around my throat while he pumped in and out. He pulled on my shoulder for leverage, and I felt him push deeper into my folds. Suddenly, he pulled out and didn’t return. I pushed myself up on my elbows to see why.

He was bent down, and began kissing the inside of my thighs. Shit, now I was going to get loud.

“Grab me my pants,” I commanded.

“But I just started!”

“Just do it.”

He searched the floor until he found them, and then tossed them to me.

“Okay, now you can keep going.” I put the pants over my mouth so the whole library wouldn’t hear me scream.

He shook his head. “You’re nuts.”

“No, I’m smart.”

He went back down between my legs, but instead of using his mouth, he quickly switched to his fingers. He rubbed circles on my clit, and made my legs tremble. I moaned softly.