Out in Spring (Out in College 6)

He stroked me a few times, then obeyed. My nostrils flared as I watched him go to town, licking and sucking me like I was his favorite new toy. It didn’t take long for me to forget not to be too nasty. I couldn’t help it. He drove me wild with that talented mouth, sucking my balls one second, deep throating me the next. The tingle of awareness tickling my spine warned me to slow my pace.

“Baby, stop.” I pushed Ned’s forehead and let out a low groan at the sight of his sex-hazed eyes. “I’m too close.”

“Do it,” he whispered. “I want your cum.”

He twirled his tongue around the crown and shot a look of intense desire at me before swallowing me whole. The combination was much too powerful. I couldn’t hold back, and he didn’t want me to anyway. I held his head still and fucked him with abandon. I pumped my hips once, twice, and…bam! I came so hard, I swore I saw stars.

I braced my hand on the bookshelf in front of me and struggled to catch my breath. Then I helped Ned to his feet and crashed my mouth over his.

Oh, my God.

Fact…I’d never tasted myself on a lover’s tongue. This was sexy, hot new territory. My spent dick pulsed hopefully like there might be a glimmer of a chance for round two. There wasn’t, but Ned needed release. Bad. He writhed in my arms, grinding against my thigh as he kissed me breathless.

“Hold still. Let me take care of you.”

His wide, trusting gaze nearly undid me. He nodded, making quick work of his khakis. I angled my head and licked his lips as he pushed the fabric out of the way. I squeezed his ass through his boxer briefs and slipped my fingers underneath to trace his crack. Then I palmed his heavy cock and stroked him through the cotton a couple of times before he pushed them out of the way. I guess that was when things got a little crazy. I was all over him. My tongue in his mouth, my hand on his dick, my fingers probing his ass. In the middle of a library, no less.

Okay…in the middle of an abandoned corner of the basement of the library. There was something so decadent, dangerous, and forbidden about this and yet, it felt completely right too. My bed would have been nice, but this was hot. I pulled away for oxygen and rested my forehead against his. Ned moaned softly when I spit on my fingers and tapped his hole.

“Mmm…so good.”

“I wish I was inside you, baby. I want to fuck you so bad,” I whispered, pushing one digit into his entrance.

“Yes.” He took over jacking his cock while I teased his hole and finger-fucked him. “Oh. I’m…”

He buried his head in my shoulder to muffle his cry as he came apart in my arms.

I held him close for a minute or two, listening to the sound of his breathing. Sure, having his mouth on my dick was amazing, but this was nice too. I let the moment stretch until distant background noises crept in to remind us not to linger. Getting caught with our pants around our ankles and dried cum on our shirts wouldn’t be ideal.

I kissed his temple and his lips. “Got any tissue in your backpack?”

Ned gave me a spacey look as he nodded. He bent to open his bag, then handed over a few Kleenex and a mini bottle of Purell. We cleaned up as best we could and tossed the used tissue into an empty bin at the end of the aisle of books.

“I bet this trash won’t get taken out for months. Or longer,” he chuckled in a low voice.

“Nice. We’ll have proof of our first hand job and blowjob for a while. Hey, we can visit months from now and say, ‘’Member how fucking hot that was?’ We’ll add more tissue and maybe a condom or two. Have you ever had sex in the library before? ’Cause the idea of you holding on to the bookshelf while I fuck you from behind is making me twitch. Seriously, check it out.”

I held my boxer briefs under my balls and waggled my brows lasciviously.

Ned chuckled, then bit his bottom lip as he brushed his thumb over the head. “You have a beautiful dick. This wouldn’t be my first choice of places to have sex. I’ve done it before. It’s not comfortable and it’s hard to stay quiet. If we do it, I’d rather be in bed.”

I narrowed my gaze as I zipped my jeans and buckled my belt. “You just said two things I didn’t like. I might overlook one, but now my feelings are hurt.”

He pursed his lips to keep from laughing at my deadpan delivery. I took a lot of effort to make it sound like I was joking, because I wasn’t. I knew that having my finger in his ass didn’t give me the right to get territorial. But hey, he was mine.