Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

"I'm a fan of hands-on learning too," he told me, head dipping down a bit more, his breath warm on my ear as he spoke.

And, well, I didn't need more than that.

My hand slid down his solid chest and abs, easily finding the button and zip to his fly, undoing them, then sliding my hand inside, yanking down the front of his boxer briefs, and sliding my hand around his straining cock.

The hiss of his breath from between his lips might have been the hottest sound I had ever heard.

"Fuck me," I demanded quietly, rubbing my thumb over the wet tip of his cock.

He made that growling noise again as my free hand moved behind his back, squeezing his ass before slipping into the pocket to fetch his wallet, finding a condom, taking it out, then slipping the wallet back into place as his lips finally crashed down on mine as his fingers got more and more insistent.

"Fuck me," I repeated. This time, there was no mistaking that my tone was pleading against his lips.

"Guess you can't have a proper anatomy lesson without a... thorough sex education, right?" he asked, fingers sliding out of me, slipping up to tap on my clit before his hand grabbed the small swatch of my panties and pulled.

"Right," I agreed, feeling a thrill low in my belly at the sound of my panties ripping. I didn't even care that it was one of my favorite pairs - pastel tie-dyed with 'I donut care' on them, a giant sprinkle-covered donut as the O in the word. What can I say? I was a fan of cutesy things. But I could buy another pair; I wouldn't trade the primal way he got rid of the last barrier between us for anything.

He snagged the condom, ripping it open, and slipping it on before grabbing me at my hips, whipping me around, and bending me forward, making my ass stick out toward him. His hands went down, snagging my wrists, then placing them at the edge of a shelf as he moved behind me, his cock pressing into the cheek of my ass until I wiggled it, getting him where I needed it, sure I heard a small chuckle at my utter desperation.

There was no more talking as he grabbed his cock, slid it between my lips, tapped my clit, then slammed deep inside me.

I just barely remembered to bite into my lip as the sound rose up my throat, feeling his cock settle even deeper than it had the last time - something that didn't even seem possible.

"Fuck," I whispered when he paused for a second before his hands sank into my hips, and he started fucking me. This time, not hard, just fast.

Screw moaning, anyone within fifty feet wouldn't need that to know what was happening; the sound of our bodies slamming together floated across the air, our breathing ragged and mingled.

The lip biting became all but a show as I got closer, as my walls tightened around him, as my body threatened another shattering orgasm. Jaw tight, I managed to keep things to low whimpers.

But as his hand shifted, one slipping forward and between my thighs, working my clit with expert precision, I knew there was no way I could keep my orgasm to myself.

Seeming to sense this, his other hand left my hip, going up, and clamping over my mouth hard, muffling the cry as the orgasm finally broke through my body, making my hands shoot out, knocking half a shelf of books to the floor.

Sugar came on the end of my orgasm, slamming deep, jerking upward, and hissing out his breath.

The second my body stopped spasming, reality seemed to come rushing back in a blink.

There was no way everyone missed the slamming of books hitting the ground.

I jerked my hips forward, losing his cock, and yanking my skirt back down. Sugar, seeming on the same page as me, turned, tucked himself away, having to deal with the condom as soon as he could get himself to the bathroom.

Almost as if on cue, a head poked around the corner.

"Everything okay here?" a middle-aged woman asked, small-eyeing Sugar, likely knowing exactly who he belonged to - and their reputations - and seeming to conclude that he was attempting to assault me or something between the rows.

"Ugh, yeah," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "He threw a fit because we don't have Sexual Behavior in the Human Female by Dr. Kinsey," I said, stooping to collect the books on sexuality we had ironically knocked down. "He does not seem to grasp that female sexuality has changed since the 1950s." I shot her a smirk that she gave back. "Men," I added with an eye roll.

"Got that right. Not with both hands and a map," she added. "I am right over there at the tables if you need me," she added before turning away.