13

Miles

A Great View From The Study Room

The view outside of the windows was fantastic. Cleo's lips parted as she walked up to the windows. The whole KYU campus and miles and miles of pure Oklahoma stretched beyond it. "Woah," she whispered. "That is a view."

"There's a better one right in front of me," I told her.

"Ha."

"I'm serious." I ran a hand over her waist, and she glanced up at me, finally relaxing once she was away from peering eyes. "It's a damn good view, but having you in front of me beats it, over and over again."

The smile that touched her lips made my chest squeeze, and she leaned up to kiss me.

But that's not what I snuck her away for.

I tipped her head back and deepened the kiss. "Do you know why this is called the ate floor?"

"The eighth floor?" She frowned, puzzled. "Because it's the…eighth floor?"

"No. The ate floor."

Keeping eye contact with those gorgeous caramel eyes, I sank to my knees.

Her hand flew to her mouth. " Miles. "

I wrapped my hand around her thigh and pulled her close. Her light green skirt was inches away from me, and I stared, transfixed. In a smooth motion, I inched up the fabric.

"Can you be quiet, vixen?" I murmured.

"Miles." She swallowed hard. "This is a public place."

"Old library," I replied, leaning in to kiss between her legs.

The way she breathed out was everything to me. The catch in her breath was music to my ears, and I grinned, kissing her panties again. Cleo tried to press her thighs together, but that was just cutting our time. She could stick to the rules as closely as she wanted. I knew what her body craved.

"Cameras," she tried to add.

"No cameras and we have thirty minutes," I said, bringing up the skirt again until I caught sight of the beautiful, lacy white panties. Angel white for my redheaded vixen. I drew out the torture, pressing my tongue against the fabric, and Cleo whimpered. A smirk crossed my face. "Vixen, I'm not going to ask you again. Can you be quiet?"

"I—I—"

"Silent. Not quiet."

Cleo didn't say anything but when I gazed up at her, her lips were parted, her eyes wide, and I knew she wanted it as badly as I did. Slowly, she nodded, and my cock throbbed in my pants.

I slipped up her skirt as far as I could, easing it over her thighs. Inhaling her scent was second nature, and damn, was it delicious. And no tights, no leggings, just her bare legs. I kissed her thigh, enjoying the sound of Cleo struggling above me, trying to adhere to my requisition.

"Grab the door frame," I told her. "Hold on. You're going to need it."

She did what she was told and that was a fucking turn-on too. I gently pulled her panties to the side, hard as fuck. I didn't take it slow anymore, I didn't press on the brakes, I buried my face in her sex and tongued her pussy in slow strokes, just enjoying myself.

Cleo must've put her fist in her mouth because I could only hear her muffled cries. But my sweet vixen kept moving away from me. I wasn't done yet.

"That's not nice," I growled. "I'm not done eating.'

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and locked her to me, running my tongue through her slit before I sucked gently on her clit. She choked out a groan and fisted my hair between her fingers. It was everything I ever wanted, everything I needed . I needed her like I needed air and food and water.

I couldn't get enough. And when she started grinding against my tongue, I lost it. I went wild, gripping her so tight, she couldn't move an inch, while I built up a rhythm with my tongue.

Her thighs shook against my jaw until she almost buckled under the weight, hitting her peak.

I kept her up for as long as she quivered against me, basically as long as she could stand. But that didn't last. Quickly, I slipped out from underneath her and grabbed her by the waist, hauling her up before she fell to the floor.

I kissed her. With a low groan, I held her to me so close and not close enough. "I need to be inside of you."

Dazed, Cleo held on to me and just whimpered in agreement.

Fuck, what a woman.

I turned her to face the desk. My cock was so hard, it hurt . I needed to be inside of her or I would lose my fucking mind.

"Every time I drive to you—wherever you are—I'm going to need you to tell me where you are." I muttered, rubbing my cock against her sex, dripping wet, "I need to fill this pussy with come. Fuck, Cleo. I'm going to lose myself in you, and whatever pieces I have left, you can have them."

" Miles ."

Her voice was the sweetest, sexiest sound in the world, but I clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Vixen, I love your voice. I love it, I fucking adore it, but we need to be silent."

I pushed inside of her.

Cleo made a sound I had never heard from anyone before, and I tightened my hand against her mouth.

But, fuck, was that pussy amazing. Tight, warm, wet, it squeezed me like a hug and clenched me so tight, I knew her pussy was in love with me. I shut my eyes, panting like an animal over her. I wanted her dripping with come. I wanted her dripping from me .

"You're so wet, vixen," I told her, an ache in my voice. "You drive me fucking crazy."

Pounding into her just felt so right and I dug into her blazer and cupped her breast, just to touch her even more. We rocked against each other. Cleo pushed against me, fucking me too, and I kissed her neck in appreciation. Loving her neck, sucking on her skin, letting her know in all the ways she was loved.

Loved.

I loved this woman. We'd only known each other for a bit but I held her tight against me, tight like I would always want to.

She moaned and pleasure radiated off me.

"The moment I drive down there," I whispered to her ear, "I'll need you dripping with my come. Need it, deserve it, have to have it. Isn't that right?"

She nodded.

"Isn't that right, vixen?"

Cleo moaned against my hand, and nodded even wilder. She arched her back in time with me and her pussy gripped me so tight, I couldn't stop if I tried. My spine tightened and my cock throbbed, coming into that perfect pussy.

I finished in her. Everything of me that I wanted to give to her.

This couldn't be wrong. It couldn't be. It felt too good to be wrong - it felt too right .

Chuckling from deep in my throat, I finally broke apart from her. Cleo gasped against the desk. It was a beautiful fucking sight but I helped her adjust and cleaned her up in the family bathroom.

We did the best we could, but Cleo took one long look into the mirror and looked over at me, breathless.

"I'm going to need my makeup kit."

"We'll sneak you in," I promised.

I meant it too, because there was no way anyone would look at Cleo and think she hadn't been fucked on her break. But, funny enough, I didn't think she cared that we had to take precious time to get her presentable again. When we passed the librarian's desk, I could've sworn Cleo was glowing.