"Smoak hung so thick in the library's rafters that she could read words in it."

I should probably put a disclaimer on this one. For both the cringy aspects of it and the mature aspects of it.

This was super awkward for me to write. I didn't like any second of it except for when I put the last period and it was over.

So not experienced in this type of writing. Sorry.

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I could feel his hand sliding up the length of my leg. So soft and casual that one might have overlooked the want in his touch. He squeezed the innermost part of my thigh, and I could begin to feel myself wanting him back just as much.

I tried to keep my composure and focus on the notes I was writing for my AP Lit class. About Joseph Steinbeck and his Nobel Prize in Literature. It was a group assignment, and my partner just couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not that I minded, though.

Perhaps this was the worst time for my partner to be teasing at my hormones. Literature always had a way of exciting me. The way people could just jot down their thoughts onto paper and to make it look like art. To me, it was sexy. Another thing I thought was sexy: my partner.

I could see his face as the sharp ridges of the book cover. His lips looked like the fine scribbles on the cover of a book. And, oh god, his eyes. His eyes, a hazel that looked so deep they reminded me of the hidden messages in a book. And his hand, the one on the upper part of my thigh, the one that keeps distracting me from my notes, that same hand that kept bringing a fluttery feeling to my core.

I don't tell him to stop, I don't make a movement to move his hand. I let him go on as if he has no effect on me. His hand rises at such a slow place, kneading his fingertips into my thigh. I knew the truth, though. He did have an effect on me. If we weren't in a public library, I would let his fingers do more than rub the inside of my thigh.

He looked so casual in his seat on my right. He was squinting his eyes at something written in his notes. His nose scrunching up in confusion. He was definitely a great multitasker. I on the other hand, was terrible. I couldn't concentrate on my paper and ignore his touching at the same time.

I let out a quiet sigh of frustration, thinking I was the only one who could hear it. Obviously not, because I heard a chuckle come from the boy next to me.

I shook my head and dived back into my work. That was until I felt his fingers move from my thigh to the button on my pants. I widened my eyes as I realize he was unzipping my pants. Again, I didn't move to stop him. I was rather curious as to how far he would go. Or to how far I'd let him go.

I felt his warm hand cup my rather cold love tunnel. Instinctively, I pushed myself forward and swung a hand to cover his. A tiny squeak escaped my lips and I slammed my free hand over my mouth. I could hear his snickering over the drumming of my heartbeat.

He was resting on his right palm with his elbow sitting on the long wooden table. He wasn't even trying to cover his smile or the look in his eyes that twinkled with lust and amusement.

Of course he wasn't going to just sit there with his hand practically holding my pussy. I don't understand why it came to me as a shock when he started to move two of his fingers along my already wet folds. I had to bite down on my thumb to keep from making any sound.

I had closed my eyes with pure bliss. I hadn't been touched like this is a long time, so it was definitely a refreshing feeling.

I couldn't see him, but I felt when he moved his chair closer to me to whisper in my ear, "You like what you feel?" Ugh, his voice was deep and soft. I had always loved it. "I know I do," I could hear the smug smile in his voice. I could feel his fingers move with the beating of my heart, making me think that he could hear it too.

I opened my eyes and gave him a side eye. He's teasing me. He's teasing me good. I know this is payback for what I did in class the other day. I was feeling bold and horny. I could feel his boldness now, and I didn't have to look twice to see how horny he was in this moment.

He leaned into my shoulder and I felt his lips graze the crook of my neck. That was it for me. I didn't need him to say anything else, I didn't need him to make any more moves. I wrapped my fingers around his hand and pulled him out of my pants. I cringed as the legs of my chair scrapped the floor as I stood up.

I buttoned up my pants and grabbed his hand. I was leading us to one of the back shelves of books. I could feel the eyes of the people we passed. They knew where we were going, knew what we were going to do. I didn't care, though. Not at this point.

We got to the second to last shelves of books. With his hand still in mine, I pulled him against me as I leaned against the books. He dived into my neck as I ran my hands through his soft black hair.

I could feel the heat rising in between these two shelves. Everything started moving at a faster pace. His hands found my nipples under my bra, my nails dug into his back leaving red marks as a trail, our tongues were fighting for dominance.

Inevitably he took control of our movements. I found my pants on the floor with my legs wrapped around his waist. His right arm was holding my body against his, while his left arm was pushed against the shelves behind me. We were connected by his bulky member. Heavy pants left both of our mouths.

I attached my lips to his collarbone, I nibbled on his skin and I heard him grunt through his clenched jaw. He lowered his right arm and squeezed my arse. We were both close, right now it was just a battle to see who would get there first.

I could feel the tightness in my core building. I could feel it ring itself around his length, ready to let loose. Not wanting to lose this unspoken war, I lifted my face to his ear and whispered "I definitely like what I feel." He grunted and picked up his pace. I gasped out for breath, getting so much closer to a release.

He bit down on my shoulder at the same time I dug my nails into his. That was all we needed to stimulate our release. A low whine escaped my lips and slipped down his shoulder as I felt him panting heavily on by breast.

At the same time he set me down and leaned in to kiss me again, we heard the fire alarm sound from the building. We felt the water from the sprinklers drop down on us, and I couldn't help but laugh

I looked up to meet his eyes and I saw the same laughter there that I felt in my chest. "We should get out of here," he said with a chuckle. He leans down to pick up his shirt while placing light kisses on my legs.

I give a light giggle and shake him off my leg. I lean over and pick up my pants and as I lean up he gives me a light kiss. I'm sliding on my pants and as I look up I can see smoke coming out of the vents, almost forming words.

I pulled a smile to my face and buttoned my pants. "See ya later, partner," I say as I make my way out of the building.