31. Van

31

Van

S chool has never been my thing, but I've got to admit that it feels pretty good when I hit the Submit button on my quiz and my score appears on the screen.

9/10

Hell fucking yes.

Josie and I read the chapters last night, and I recorded notes on my phone. I played them back while I was on the treadmill earlier, hoping like hell I'd remember everything. But Josie's right—my memory is solid. I've got the quiz score to prove it.

The library was short-staffed today, so Josie's busy with her closing tasks. Leaving my bag and jacket next to her stuff, I go in search of my girl. I find her in the stacks, reaching up to put a book onto the second-highest shelf.

"Need a hand?" I ask, taking the book and sliding it into place.

"Thanks," she says, smiling at me. I'll never get tired of it. Ever. For way too long, Josie looked the other way, or put her head down to avoid my gaze. But not anymore.

"Do I get a kiss?"

"Of course," she says, standing on her tiptoes and tilting upward to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

Catching her waist, I pull her close, deepening the kiss, but it's still not enough. I lift her into my arms. Part of me wants to go caveman and walk her right the hell out of here and back to my room. Or hers—it's closer. But she has some work to finish up, so I set her down on the almost-empty book cart.

She's still shorter than I am, but we're a little more evenly matched like this. I pull her in for another kiss and she spreads her thighs wide, so I'm standing in the vee, cradling her body into mine.

We break apart for a moment, each of us catching our breath.

"Are you done with your quiz?" she asks.

"Yeah. I got a 9/10," I say, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face.

Josie beams right back at me. "You definitely deserve more kisses."

"I do. I was thinking I could help you finish up here and then we could head back to your place."

"That's a perfect plan. And I'm almost finished. Dev and Brittney locked up for the night, so as soon as I'm done, we can get out of here," she tells me, hopping off the book cart.

"What's tonight's job? Are we pulling holds?" I ask, but Josie just shakes her head.

"No, those are done. I just have one last thing to do, and it's my favorite. You're going to laugh at me, but I like to do it sometimes, right before I leave. It's so satisfying. All I have left is some edging."

Thank Christ I'm not holding Josie right now, or I'd have dropped her. "Uh, say that again?"

Josie looks up at me, her eyes bright behind her glasses. "I just have to do some edging, and then we can go."

"Edging?" I repeat. I'm a little shocked, but maybe I shouldn't be? I mean, my girl's got a drawer full of vibrators (which is fucking awesome). And she's as horny as I am (which is saying something). I'm just a little surprised she wants to get this party started while we're still at the library. But if Josie wants me to bring her to the brink of orgasm on a library book cart or a nearby shelf, and then leave her hanging until we get back to her place, that's what I'll do. I'm nice like that.

"Do you want to help?" she asks, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan, only for them to slide back down again.

"Yeah, Jos. I'm more than happy to start edging. But um…are you sure you wanna start here?"

She pushes the book cart out into an open area, then stands in front of a row of bookshelves. "Yeah, this is where I left off yesterday."

"You…edged…yesterday? Here?" I ask, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

Her cheeks turn pink. "Well, I try to edge every day, but I don't always have enough time."

Damn . I have seriously been missing out the past three years.

"Ok," I say, my stupid voice cracking like I'm thirteen again. "Well, I'm here to help today, and I promise to take my time."

"Good," she says with a sigh of relief. "Some people try to rush and then it's just messy and unsatisfying. It's not hard to do, but you have to take your time and do it right. I can show you if you want."

I skim my hand down her body until it hits the band of her leggings. Tracing my finger along the edge, I lean in close. "I'm dying to get started, Jos. But if you want to show me how you do it, I'm happy to watch."

"Okay, good," she says, as I bury my face in her neck and give her a kiss.

"But, Van?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"You've got to give me some space and let me work."

"That's no fun," I complain, hugging her close. "I want to be right here holding you, Jos. I want to hear the sounds you make, feel the way your body reacts as you bring it to the edge again and again. Fuck. I'm already hard, just thinking about it. God damn ."

Josie looks over her shoulder at me, blushing. "We need to do the edging before we can get to the good stuff."

"I know what edging means, Jos."

"Ok," she says, pulling away from my embrace and rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "So you take that shelf across the aisle and I'll get this one. When we get to the end of the row, we're done. Oh, maybe you should take the top row and I'll get the bottom row. That makes more sense," she says, bending down.

"What are you doing?" I ask, standing in a library with a raging hard-on, watching my girlfriend crouch down next to a shelf and trail her fingers over a row of books.

"Edging," she says before getting back to it. "You know, pulling each book to the edge of the shelf so they're all lined up evenly."

"That is not what edging means," I tell her, adjusting myself.

"Yes, it is," she says, getting down on all fours in front of the lowest shelf and pulling each book forward an inch or two. God, her ass is perfect, all heart-shaped and round. I want to reach for it, to squeeze it. Hell, to smack it. I want to peel her leggings down and slip my hand in between her thighs. I want to feel how wet she gets when I tell her all the things I want to do with her and to her and for her. I want to kiss the back of her neck and the tips of her breasts. The dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. I want to run my hands up and down her body. I want to explore every inch, every angle, every curve. I want to put my mouth on her pretty pink lips. I want to lick and suck until I'm driving her crazy. Until her legs shake and she scratches at my skin because she's so damn desperate for relief.

I press the heel of my hand against the base of my dick, willing it to settle down.

"Uh…that might be what it means in Library Land, but in the rest of the world, it means bringing you right to the edge of orgasm and then holding back again and again until you're begging for me to let you come."

Josie turns toward me, her jaw dropping. Her cheeks are the prettiest pink. Her eyes are wide and I think her glasses might be fogging up. Her nipples are hard under her pale blue sweater and I swear to God her legs are trembling.

Reaching my arm down, I take her hand in mine and pull her up.

"Looks like I taught you a new word, Jos," I say, dropping a kiss on her lips. "Want to go back to your room so I can show you exactly what it means? You know, to make sure you understand it?"

I expect Josie to nod or take my hand or, hell, jump into my arms, but she doesn't.

She takes half a step back and looks up at me.

"I want you to show me now," she says, her voice soft.

"I'm fucking dying to take you to the edge and pull you right back, Jos. Let's get out of here. The uh…book edging? Can it wait until tomorrow?"

She bites her bottom lip, then nods. "Everybody's gone," she tells me. "The doors are locked. We just have to set the alarm as we leave. So, yeah, the books can wait. But I'm not sure I can."

Her meaning doesn't fully register in my brain, but that's probably because I'm distracted by the sway of her ass as she walks away from me.

We're three rows down from where we started. Josie leads me to the end of the aisle.

"There's no camera on this section," she says, turning to face me. "It looks like there is, but it's just an empty receptacle. It broke a few years ago and it's never been fixed. Ask me how I know this."

I don't want to know. I don't want to think about Josie with anybody else, which is hypocritical as hell, but it's the truth. Before I can say anything, she answers her own question.

"I've busted more than a few couples up here over the years. And one throuple last spring."

"Damn," I say, letting out a low whistle. "Who knew the library was the place to get it on?" I laugh, but the joke's on me since I'm so hard I can feel my zipper imprinting onto my dick.

"You'd be surprised," Josie says, and I'm sure there's a story there. Probably a dozen. And that's hot, I can't lie. But nothing is as hot as the thought of Josie with her hands braced on the shelves, her feet spread apart, her ass tilted up in the air. Fuck. It's a hell of an image. One I'd surely save for later if I were just having dirty daydreams like I usually do.

But I'm not dreaming. I'm not zoned out.

I am fully present in this moment and I'm about to make one of Josie's forbidden fantasies come true.

Lucky me.

Putting my hands on her waist, I pull her in for a kiss. "This is what you want, Jos?" I ask, needing to be sure. "You want my hands on you, here in the library? You want me to bring you close to the edge then let you drift away, just to pull you back in and start again?"

"Yes," she says, her eyes on mine. The trust she puts in me isn't something I take lightly. I know just how dirty Josie's mind is, but I also know the way her brilliant brain works. She's always on alert, always cautious. It's like her head thinks that if it can sense the danger, she can avoid it. Josie never lets her guard down.

Except when she's with me.

And that's the best gift I've ever gotten, so I'm going to take good care of it.

My hands still on her waist, I spin her so that her back is to my front.

"Put your hands on the shelf, Jos," I instruct, carefully placing each one where I want it. I step in close and she spreads her feet a little, just enough to accommodate my frame. "That's my good girl," I say, breathing her in, closing my eyes and kissing her neck. That quickly, her body melts into mine. It would feel so good to take her now. I know she's ready for me, but a quick fuck is not what I promised.

And I'm not about to let her down.

I take my time, skimming my hands down her shoulders and her back before letting them rest at her waist.

"Is this what other people do, Jos?" My voice is quiet, but she hears every word. I can feel her reaction in the slight arch of her back, the tremble in her hips. We're pressed close together, but both fully clothed. As frustrating as that is, it's part of the game. I can't wait to see how needy she gets. Will she beg me? Will she make some noise? Will she notice that I'm just as close as she is?

"Do they fuck?" The word is dirty, and she loves when I use it. "Or do they just tease?"

"I don't know…I?—"

"Because teasing you isn't enough, Josie," I say, my hand trailing over her hip. "When we get to your room, I want to take you just like this, from behind. You'll get on your knees for me, Jos. Think about it. My hand on your back, pressing your belly and tits into the mattress, this perfect ass up nice and high."

Her fingers grip the edge of the shelf, her breath comes in stutters.

"I'm so hard for you." My hand reaches around to her front, the tips of my fingers grazing over the apex of her thighs.

"Van—" she's breathless, and I love it.

"I'm gonna put my fingers inside you. I want to feel how wet you are. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she cries, the word too loud in this quiet space.

"I think about it all the time. How wet you get. How good you taste. How fucking phenomenal it feels to sink inside you." My words are rapid, but my hand stays just out of reach, hovering over her center.

"Touch me," she commands, rubbing her body into mine. She's hungry for more contact, and Jesus , so am I. But I need to slow things down if I want to keep my promise.

My hands settle on her waist. She lets out a frustrated sound as I pull her close, my body brushing against hers. I know she can feel just how much I want her.

"I need you to touch me, Van. You said…you said you were going to touch me."

Coming from Josie's lips, they're the best words I've ever heard. But I can't obey her, at least not in the way she wants. Not yet.

"I love touching you," I tell her, my hands roaming over her body, cupping her ass, gripping her thighs. "I love hearing the sounds you make."

"Van—"

"What?" I ask, pulling away from her. The loss of contact sucks, and I see my own desperation reflected in her eyes as she turns back to look at me.

"I need you to touch me," she repeats.

I say nothing, just do as I'm told…sort of. My hand skims over her belly, the tips of my fingers flirting with the band of her leggings. She widens her stance and I'm powerless to resist her invitation. Her skin is soft, smooth and I take my time caressing every inch. It's driving Josie crazy. She loosens her grip on the shelf and I can tell she's about to redirect my hand and put it exactly where she needs it to go. As hot as that is, and as much as I'm all for my girl taking what she needs, we're playing a different game tonight. And I'm calling the shots. "Hands on the shelf, Jos," I remind her, my voice low but clear. "I'll give you what you need, baby, but you gotta follow the rules, okay?"

"Yes," she breathes, her hands back in place. My girl loves a plan. She aces every assignment. And sex is no different. I'm beginning to learn that Josie blooms when she feels safe and taken care of. She's not a risk-taker, not my girl. But if she knows the safety net is there, if she knows I'll catch her when she falls, she's going to give me everything she has. And it's fucking beautiful to watch.

"That's my good girl," I praise, and I don't have to look at her to know she's smiling. To reward her (and myself), I dip my hand low and breach the edge of her cotton underwear. Who the fuck knew cotton could be so damn sexy? The soft fabric molds to her body and I'm all too happy to peel it away. Her pussy is fucking throbbing for me, and I sink my lips into the crook of her neck as my fingers part her folds. She's wet and ready for me, but I'm not done playing. I make lazy figure eights with my middle finger, dragging it just shy of where she needs it most.

"You're perfect, Josie. Damn, you're so ready for me. You're gonna take me so good, aren't you?"

"Yes," she pants, clinging to the shelf like it holds the answers to her pleasure.

It doesn't.

But I do.

I push two fingers inside of her, crooking them and tapping the place that makes us both lose our minds.

She cries out my name and god, I love it. "That is not your library voice, Jos," I tease.

"It's not," she agrees. "It's my I want my boyfriend to make me come voice."

Damn . Josie might be new to some of this, but she's a quick study.

I keep my rhythm up, driving my girlfriend right to the edge before I slow down. She's arching her back, spreading her legs, chasing her pleasure and god, it turns me on. I almost hate to hold off. There's nothing better than watching Josie surrender and fall apart. But I've gotta admit, her white-knuckled grip on the bookshelf, the weight of her body against mine, and the fact that she's trusting me to call the shots? Well, those things are fucking awesome, too.

My left hand drifts over her hip, tracing a lazy pattern as Josie rides my right hand, searching for something that's just out of reach. I can't deny her for long, and she knows it. Soon, my fingers are thrusting inside, taking her right back to the edge.

"Do you want it, Jos?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "You want to come for me right here in the library? Shout my name, shake these shelves, let the books fall in a pile after this orgasm wrecks you?"

"Yes," she tells me. "Please."

It's not in my makeup to deny her anything. But her place is only a short walk away. And the waiting will make the reward so much sweeter.

I trail kisses along the curve of her neck, loving the sweet taste of her skin on my lips. My eyes look down and it's fucking hot to see my hand covering her mound. I slow my fingers down, easing them from her body. Josie's gasp lets me know she hates the loss of contact as much as I do.

I'm painfully hard, my mind is filled with filthy images, and my hand's soaked with Josie's arousal.

It's been a pretty good fucking night, and it's not over yet.

I do my best to help Josie pull her leggings up, then I hastily grab our stuff. Walking toward the stairwell, I turn back to see my girlfriend looking beautiful: turned on and a little pissed off.

After looking at her and licking my fingers clean, I can't resist teasing her a little. "You coming, Jos?" I ask.

She catches up to me and leans up to press a kiss to my lips. "I better be."