“Thanks,” Jacob said kindly, then, without glancing in my direction, started up the stairs, toward the second story. This floor of the library was a ring of study and video rooms with broad windows overlooking the lower floor. In an attempt to keep students from using these rooms to have sex, keys were hard to come by. Unless you were Jacob Everett, I supposed.
Jacob opened the door to the room in the center of the circle and stepped inside. I was immediately behind him, sliding in and shutting the door behind me.
“Here?” I asked nervously. “Won’t people see?”
Jacob smiled knowingly and reached over, cutting the lights off. The room was still lit by filtered daylight from the first floor’s windows, but I suspected that without an interior light, seeing inside from down below would be difficult.
“But if someone walks by this room…” I said, looking at the walkway just outside the window. Anyone THAT close would easily see in.
Jacob didn’t answer; he walked to me, tugged my bag off my shoulder and kissed me, deep and long, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to him. I melted— I’d somehow forgotten how it felt to be held against his hard, strong body.
“No one’s going to see,” he said against my mouth. “Trust me.”
“But—“
“Sasha.”
I bit my lip, then nodded. Jacob smiled down at me, then in a single, sweeping motion, lifted me up onto the table in the center of the room. I noticed he favored my weight in his good arm, but kept silent on the matter.
He leaned in, kissed me again, then nudged me backward. He leaned over me and unbuttoned my pants, then slid them off my body and cast them aside. He pressed his fingers against my panties, smiling at how damp they were. Then, he lowered his mouth, and ran his tongue along the fabric, kissed hard enough that I was certain he could taste me. My hips lifted, eager to find his mouth again.
“You missed me?” Jacob asked as he ran a finger along my bikini line.
“Yes, yes,” I gasped.
“And now that you’ve had the week to decide what you want— and now that you know I feel stronger about you than I’ve felt about any of the other girls— tell me, Sasha. What do you want?”
“You,” I gasped, then raised myself up on my elbows. “Please, Jacob.”
Jacob smiled at me, then hooked a finger through the crotch of my panties, tugging them down to my knees. “Don’t you want to ask what I want?”
“What do you want?” I whispered, quivering with excitement.
Jacob grinned— he was so close to my pussy I could feel the expression on my skin. “I want to make you happy, Sasha Copeland. Starting right now.”
Then he leaned forward and took my clit into his mouth, sucking at it hungrily, until the frantic movement of my hips made him stop and chuckle before going back to work on me. I squirmed in pleasure as I felt an orgasm building— so fast, now that I’d gone without him for so long— and Jacob grabbed hold of my thighs, holding me down as he tasted me, let his tongue slip into me, licked me with long, hard strokes until I felt lightheaded. He knew what he was doing— bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm, then pulling back, letting me catch my breath.
“Please,” I begged.
“You want to come?” Jacob asked teasingly. I nodded, the action nearly throwing me off balance— the table was slick with my sweat. There was something torturous and incredibly sexy about how skilled Jacob was when it came to making me come— such a personal thing, and yet my orgasm was entirely in Jacob’s hands.
“Alright,” Jacob said. “Ready?”
“Please,” I gasped again.
Jacob licked my clit gently, then pulled it between his lips and massaged it with his tongue. I cried out in pleasure, and felt the rush, the heat as every molecule in my body seemed to charge toward my clit, toward Jacob’s mouth. The orgasm hit me hard, and I was certain I was being far too loud— but equally certain that no amount of decorum could quiet the noises I was making.
Jacob kept going until I’d gone limp and panting, then stood over me. He admired my quivering body for a moment, then tugged my panties back up, followed by my pants. I finally caught my breath just as he was buttoning me back into my clothes.
“What about you?” I asked weakly.
“Tonight,” he said, grinning. “It’s not all about me, Sasha, no matter what this school tells you. I mean it— I want to make you happy. I want to do more than I’ve done until now.”
“Oh?” I said, and accepted his offer to help me sit up. My hair was a disaster, and my eyes had gone watery somewhere in the middle of that orgasm.