Baumgartner Generations: Henry

Chapter Seven

“Henry, you’re not concentrating.”

“Yes I am,” he lied. They were in her office, trying to work, but he was studying her skin, the pale expanse of it at her throat, where her pulse beat as fast as a bird’s. She wasn’t concentrating either.

She nudged him. “On the word.”

“Oh.” He glanced down at the page, scanning. He’d lost his place three times in the past three minutes, and he’d just lost it again.

“Henry,” she whispered, nudging him once more. “Do we have to make this any harder than it already is?”

He ignored her unintended pun, but his cock didn’t. Just sitting next to her, feeling the shift of her body, hearing the sound of her breath, made him want her. It was crazy. It was wrong. But he couldn’t help it.

“This is where you were stuck.” She put an index card over the page, covering the line above it, using her fingernail to point out the word. Just remembering the way she’d raked them over his crotch made him breathless.

“World,” he said.

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she leaned toward the page. “Does that make sense in context?”

“No.”

“Stand up.”

Henry reluctantly got out of his chair. He had an erection that just wouldn’t quit and he was putting it on her eye level. She was sure to see it. When he glanced down at her, he was sure she had, indeed, seen. Her face was flushed, her gaze moving from his zipper over to the page.

“Okay, now look again,” she breathed, tapping the word with her fingernail. She often instructed him to do strange things like this-standing up, turning around. She said it was to jar his brain. It usually worked.

“Wuh…” It wasn’t happening. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the hot bulge between his legs, and this vantage point only made it worse. Toni was wearing a button-down blouse and he could actually see the black lace edge of her bra from this angle.

“Okay, here.” Reaching behind her, she took down a white tray and a plastic container, putting them on the desk. She opened the container, spilling thousands of small, black grain-size particles into the sand-tray. “Write it out.”

He did as she asked, spelling the word in the black sand with his finger:

W-O-U-L-D

“Would.” He pronounced it correctly this time, effortlessly, as if he had always known it and hadn’t been stuck at all. It was like that a lot. Of course, he knew what the word meant, but as he said it, he heard the phonetic version and shifted from foot to foot.

God knows, I’ve got plenty of wood.

“Yes.” Toni was pleased and he loved pleasing her. There was something about it that made him want to wriggle around on the floor like a little puppy. “Go on.”

Henry sat, pondering the page, determined to concentrate. If his dick would just cooperate, everything would be fine…

“He would give them…huh…” Henry stopped, stuck again. He hated when his brain refused to work. His body insisted on doing what it wanted, out of his control. “I can’t do this today.”

“Yes you can.” She was admirably patient, shaking the sand tray gently free of the word would. “Try writing this one out.”

He did as she asked, but it meant nothing to him.

H-E-L–L

“Hole.” Now there was an image. If he could just get his mind off the subject…

“You’re guessing.” She sat back, crossing her legs, and it distracted him even further. “Stand up,” she commanded, and he did, seeing her gaze shift up from eye-level. He was still noticeably hard. “Write it in the air.”

His finger made the motions. H-E-L–L. She waited, expectant, but he had nothing.

“I think I’ve got too much blood being diverted from my brain,” he joked.

She stood, smiling. “Turn around.”

Henry gave her his back, sensing her behind him, the sway of her hips as she approached. He felt one of her hands resting on the side of his hip, her breath against the back of his neck. She might have devised this to help his word issue, but it wasn’t helping his other problem, not at all.

“Okay, let’s try this.” Her words were soft and he couldn’t help but believe that she was just as excited by their proximity as he was.

Using her fingernail, she traced the words in large letters across the hard planes of his back through his t-shirt. He shivered.

“Anything?” she murmured.

He made a noise, a denial, shaking his head. He got the message all right, but it traveled in the wrong direction, straight down to his cock. Nothing was making sense except sensation.

“You do it, then.” Toni turned around, putting her hands on the desk surface, slightly bent over, and he thought he would pass out at the sight of her like that. His head swam and his vision blurred. “Go ahead,” she urged, glancing back over her shoulder. “Do it.”

Do it.

He wanted to do it. He couldn’t even verbalize just how much he wanted it. Approaching her, he kept some distance, a foot maybe, between them, but her body radiated heat, the outline of her luscious perfection. He wanted to bend her over completely, shape himself around her, mold her into something he could put into his pocket and carry around with him everywhere.

Henry traced the word slowly between her shoulder blades, his breath not fast, but hard, as if breathing was a chore. H-E-L–L

“Hell.” He whispered the word as if in a trance, flattening his hand on her back, feeling her bra strap under his palm through the fabric.

“Yes.” She turned her face back to him, eyes bright, but she couldn’t move. He’d shifted his weight forward, his aching cock wedged between the crack of her ass through her skirt. They both felt it and Henry knew this was it. The tension that had been building since the first time he’d glanced behind him to see her walking up his row of desks-skirt hugging her swaying hips, heels clicking on the tile-was about to break.

“Oh hell…” she whispered, closing her eyes and shifting her weight too, so she was pressed fully back against him. It unbalanced them both and Henry’s arms went naturally around her, catching her around the waist. She put her arms over his, tilting her head back to search his face.

“Henry, if we do this…” Her eyelids fluttered closed. “I don’t know how we’ll ever live with it.”

“And if we don’t?” His voice was hoarse in her ear, his hands moving slowly up and down her sides. “Because I don’t know how I’m going to live with not doing this…” He grabbed the full, round globe of her ass in one hand. “And this…” She moaned when he cupped her breast roughly in his other. “And this…” The hand squeezing her ass moved around front, wedging between her legs, and she whimpered as he used that leverage to jam his cock with delicious precision again the crack of her behind.

“Oh no.” She arched and turned her face to his, eyes still closed, a denial. He felt it, too, but the urge to do what he was doing overpowered any sense of propriety that might have fleetingly crossed his mind. “Henry, I want you. Oh god help me, I do.”

He grunted as he lifted her by her crotch with one hand, taking all of her weight as she leaned back against him, her bare feet coming out of both of her heels as he kissed her, tongue probing. She snaked one arm back around his neck, pulling him in closer, squirming in his arms, her pussy hot even through her skirt.

Henry couldn’t hold her. He collapsed backward into the chair across from her desk, taking her with him, the jolt of her ass grinding against his crotch making him groan into her mouth as they kissed. She sucked eagerly at his tongue, turning in his arms so they were belly to belly, and Henry was frustrated with the amount of clothing they were still wearing. He wanted to feel her skin against his.

Toni cried out as Henry grabbed hold of her ass, rocking up, seeking the heat between her legs. His cock was trapped in his jeans and he moaned as she wiggled in his lap, feeling desperate for her. He ran his hands up her back, pulling her blouse free of her skirt, her bare skin a silky heaven. He undid her bra as Toni broke their kiss, panting and arching.

“Suck them,” she urged, not even unbuttoning her blouse, just pulling it and her bra down so her heavy breasts spilled over the V. Henry didn’t have to be asked twice, pressing them together with both hands, his tongue lashing at her nipples. He’d expected them to be dark, but they were a delightfully light pink and pursed, her areolas huge but so light they were barely there. He sucked first on one, then the other, lost in her soft cries of pleasure.

“Oh god,” Henry groaned when Toni wiggled her hand between them, rubbing the thick length of his dick through his jeans. He didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his life. “Easy. Easy.”

Her eyes brightened as she slid out of his arms, kneeling between his jean-clad thighs. She was quite a sight, her soft gray and white plaid skirt pulled up to her waist, revealing black panties underneath, her blouse gaping, buttons either popped or undone, her breasts swaying heavily.

“Oh Henry.” She pressed her cheek against his zipper. He was throbbing. “You’re so hard.”

“You have no idea.” He reached out to touch her hair, just as silky and soft as he’d imagined, as she worked his pants open and started pulling them down. He lifted his hips to help, gasping when she pulled his boxers down too, his cock springing free and bouncing against her cheek.

“Ohhhhh,” she breathed, her eyes lighting up as she took him in her hand. “Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.”

Henry blushed-he actually blushed-although part of the heat filling his cheeks and chest was also a strange sort of pride. He was really going to like pleasing her, in every way, and she clearly liked his cock. Her tongue snuck out to lick the tip-it was already wet with precum but that didn’t deter her at all. In fact, the taste of it seemed to compel her, forcing her to take the length of him into the hot cavern of her mouth.

His eyes began to close in pleasure, but he kept them at least half-open, wanting to see her stroking and sucking him. He couldn’t help reaching down for her breast and she arched, giving the weight of it over to him. Her nipples were perfection and the one against his thumb was so hard he could flick it back and forth, making her suck him even deeper.

“Easy,” he begged, pleading, but she wasn’t having any of it. Her mouth was latched on him now, sucking hard, hand working up and down his length. At this rate, he was going to fill her mouth with his cum and there wouldn’t be a damned thing he could do about it. “Oh please. Toni, please!”

She made a low growl in her throat, her tongue liquid velvet, and there was no holding back anymore. Her greedy mouth enveloped him, her breasts heaving, her hand pumping so fast he could only see the red blur of her nails.

He grunted and thrust up, squeezing the heavy flesh of her breast, twisting her nipple. She moaned but didn’t take her attention from between his legs, his balls drawing up even tighter as he felt the first hot spurt of his cum leaving his sac. Toni swallowed that blast, her throat working silently, her eyes never leaving his. Then she swallowed the next, and the next, letting it flood her mouth and bathing his cock in his own hot cum before downing it.

“Oh damn,” he groaned, his hand moving in her hair, still panting. “I wanted-”

“You will,” she assured him, moving to stand between his legs. She stepped toward the door, turning the lock, and then began to unbutton her blouse the rest of the way. It hadn’t even occurred to him that anyone could walk in on them.

Henry watched as she stripped, blouse and bra on the floor, skirt unzipped and left there too. She was wearing only panties and Henry found himself staring at the apex of her thighs. Approaching him slowly, her hands moved over the soft flesh of her belly, a smooth, pale expanse of skin, her navel shockingly pierced. It was that detail that made Henry almost instantly hard again as she stood in front of him, toying with the edges of her panties.

“Take them off,” he begged, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling at the light in her eyes when she saw him fully naked. “Let me see you.”

Toni hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, revealing a triangle of dark hair between her legs. Henry gave a moan, leaning forward to grab her hips. She let him, her hand moving in his hair as he began to explore her slit with his fingers, parting her swollen lips. She was so wet!

“Ohhh!” Toni rolled her hips as he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb riding against the hard edge of her clit. “Yes! Right there!”

“There?” he murmured, his cheek pressed against her belly, his lips even with the top edge of her pubic hair. She whimpered, her hand tightening into a fist as he fingered her slowly. Then he slipped his fingers out and sucked them. He had to taste her.

“Henry!” But it wasn’t really a protest as he shoved her back against the desk, lifting her onto it and kneeling between her legs to return the favor. He was already hard again, his cock aching, but he wanted to taste her, needed to feel her come in his mouth.

Toni leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs for his eager, probing tongue. Her juices were thick and elastic. Henry swallowed the taste of her and went back in for more, parting her thick swollen pussy lips with his thumbs and fucking her with his tongue.

“Here,” she whispered, putting her bare feet up on his shoulders and flicking her clit with one long red nail. “Right here.”

She gave a soft cry when he worked his tongue slowly upwards, taking her juices with him and spreading them all over her clit, lashing back and forth. Her clit was a hard little ridge of flesh in his mouth, her thighs beginning to tremble as he licked her. He couldn’t help reaching down and grabbing onto his cock, stroking it slowly as he tasted the hot flood of her in his mouth. It was going to be so good to slide into her wetness, feel her from the inside out.

But not yet. Not yet. Her nails raked over his shoulders, trying to pull him in closer, deeper. He explored the soft, pink folds of her flesh with one finger, his tongue never leaving the spot where she’d directed him. When he slid first one finger inside, then another, her hips began to move, fucking him back with the motion.

Her eyes closed, head going back. Her belly was quivering, the navel ring there silver and glinting in the light from the window. Thankfully, the blinds were closed, or someone walking by on their way to class might get quite an eyeful of Henry and his professor having sex on her desk. The thought made his cock swell, even if it was horribly wrong.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

He swore he could feel each of the soft cries of her orgasm deep in his belly, at the base of his cock, as if her voice was calling to the cum left in his balls. She whimpered and rolled and writhed on the desk, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she came, her clit practically disappearing so he had to suck it between his lips to hang onto her climax.

When she stopped trembling, her knees now hooked over his shoulders, Henry took the time to really examine her pussy, the inner lips a hot, glistening pink, her juices thick and white, almost like a man’s cum, slipping slowly down the crack of her ass. He wanted it. He wanted her.

“Come here,” she urged, still panting, holding her arms out to him, and he went, letting her pull him close, on top of her. She cradled his head against her breasts and he felt her chest rising and falling, her breathing still fast. When she slipped her hand between them, searching for his cock, he shifted his hips and let her have it, surprising her with his hardness.

“Oh that’s good,” she murmured, beginning to stroke him against her hip. “You’re so hard again! I want you in me. Come on.”

He wasn’t about to argue, feeling the hot give of her flesh as she rubbed him up and down her slit. Henry propped himself above her, his feet still on the floor, her legs dangling, letting her guide and aim him. Toni moaned when he shoved his hips forward, not waiting anymore, pushing in deep.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” she murmured, her hands running up the muscles of his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, exploring. “That’s how much I want you.”

There was no doubt. She was like butter, soft and open, and he began to fuck her, thankful that he’d come once already, because he wouldn’t have lasted two minutes otherwise.

“You feel too good.” He closed his eyes, his cock now poised at her entrance, her hands on him, moving over the hard planes of his chest.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, thumbing his nipples, making him squirm. “Come on, Henry. Give me that cock.”

His legs and calves were strong from years of playing hockey, and he had an incredible amount of leverage at this angle, allowing him to do exactly as she asked. He groaned and gave into her request, hips pumping, cock buried to the hilt. He wasn’t fucking her so much as rutting, sounding the depths of her cunt, and with every thrust, Toni’s bare heels dug into the tight, working muscles of his ass.

“Henry,” she whispered, wrapping herself around him, arms and legs now, her mouth right next to his ear. “Oh that’s good. You’re gonna make me come all over your cock.”

That drove him in deeper, if that was even possible, determined to feel her pussy around his cock as she climaxed. Toni whimpered and sucked at his shoulder, leaving dark purple marks there, her body tense, almost rigid, her softness turned to stone as she rode him to completion.

“Ohhhhh!” She muffled her orgasm against his shoulder, face buried, teeth sinking into his flesh. He would have marks and bruises there later, but he didn’t even notice as she began to come, her muscles taut, contracting, as if her whole body was reaching a delicious zenith, focused in her fiery, spasming cunt and spreading outward in ripples.

He couldn’t hold back another minute and he didn’t have time to ask her, hadn’t even thought once about protection, he’d wanted this so much. He groaned as he pulled himself out of her still-clenching cunt, his cum flooding the dark, curly mass of her pubic hair in white hot spurts. He stroked himself against the hot bud of her clit, feeling her quivering still, her breath hot in his ear as she moaned his name, begging him to come, come, come all over her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Toni panted, her face hot against his chest, hanging onto him. “That was so good…and so, so bad.”

He tilted her face up, kissing her deeply. He didn’t want to think about it, any of it. He just wanted to be with her, experience every part of her, without any thought at all. And they managed to do just that, twice more, before Toni insisted she had an appointment across campus-and even then, he sat her in her office chair and sucked on her clit until she came all over his tongue once more, just so he could keep the taste of her in his mouth on the long, cold walk back to his dorm.

“Hey Val.” Henry flipped open his phone, crooking it as he shouldered his bag on the way out from practice. “’Sup?”

“Can you come over?”

Henry walked, his feet crunching in the snow left on the sidewalk. “I’m at the rink. Where are you?”

She hesitated and then said, “At Marcus’s place.”

The frat house. He had pretty much stopped going over there as much as he could. There was stuff going on he didn’t like and he was regretting ever pledging in the first place. “I guess I can catch the bus. Is everything okay?”

“I just want to see you.”

Uh oh. He knew what that meant. Val had a tendency to want to drown her sorrows in sex. Not that he would have objected, at one time, but he’d turned her down again and again since that night in his room, only because it felt too complicated to say yes. “Did you have a fight?”

She sighed. “Something like that.”

“Need a big strong shoulder to cry on?” he offered.

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

As long as that was all she was hoping for, Henry thought. He decided it would be better to meet somewhere public and beg the question altogether. “You know what, I have to be at the library in an hour. Want to meet me there instead?”

“Sure,” she agreed, but didn’t sound happy about it.

“Basement of the UGLi,” he said, picking up his pace. It was a brisk walk, but a shorter one than the frat house. “I’ll be at the tables on the right, after you get off the elevator, okay?”

“Thanks, Henry.”

Val was already there when he showed up, sitting in the corner on one of the plastic chairs, her knees drawn up to her chin. There was no one else down there and they had some privacy, which was a good thing-and a bad thing, he supposed. It was the same place he’d met Libby in the stacks, and whenever he came down here, he always hoped he might run into her.

Of course, planning to meet Toni here, now, after what had happened, was going to be different than it had been before. No one could tell, just by observing them, he told himself, but he wondered if that was true. They’d found every opportunity to see each other, even on days they weren’t supposed to meet. Toni’s office was safe enough, it seemed, if they could be quiet. They’d also found refuge in her car, parked under a broken streetlamp. They both knew their actions were like a ticking time bomb, but it just felt too good to stop.

“Hey.” Henry sat, dropping his backpack. Val scrutinized him. The fluorescents were out back here, and he hadn’t seen that she’d been crying. Her mascara ran down her pale cheeks in black streaks. He noted she’d dyed her hair again too. It was black and blue streaks this time. Maybe it more fit her mood.

He sat beside her, held out his arms, and she was in them before he could even ask, “Aw damn. What happened?”

“I found this.” Val dug into her pocket, producing a folded piece of notebook paper. Henry took it, still hugging her, and read it over her shoulder as she sobbed.

“Wait a minute.” Henry got the gist-some girl had written Marcus a letter all about how she couldn’t wait to see him again. There was a lot of stuff he skimmed over in the middle, but it was signed, “I love you, xoxoxo Jen.” “You guys have an arrangement remember?”

Val sniffed. “The arrangement doesn’t involve I love yous.”

“Oh.” Chicks. She was fine with sleeping with other guys, and even with Marcus sleeping with other girls, but three little words made her crazy? Of course, he tried to imagine how he might justify his relationship-if you could call it that-with Toni, to Libby, and couldn’t come up with anything that might placate her.

“Do you know if he feels the same way?”

Val howled, burying her wet face in his neck. “He’s never even told me ‘I love you.’”

“Why in the hell do you stay with this guy?” Henry asked incredulously, shaking his head. “Val, you’re better than this.”

She sniffed. “This from the guy who was perfectly willing to fuck me in front of his sixty closest frat brothers?”

“I didn’t know you then,” Henry countered.

“What good does that do me?” She laughed at the irony in his statement. “You don’t even want me anymore now that you ‘know’ me.”

“I do want you.” Henry slapped her hip playfully, but still hard. She yelped. “As a friend.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Look, I may not be the guy for you…” Henry tilted her chin up so he could meet her raccoon-rimmed eyes. “But I personally think you could do a hell of a lot better than Marcus.”

Her lower lip trembled. “He’s such a dick.”

“You said it.” Henry looked pointedly into her eyes.

She pouted. “But I love him.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulled her head back down to his chest, feeling her relax.

“I am, too.”

Henry stroked her black and blue hair. It was incredibly soft. “Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

She laughed at the thought. Marcus was more than twice Henry’s size-and Henry was no lightweight.

He didn’t take offense to her mirth. “How about chocolate? Would that make things better?”

He felt her sniff against his shirt. She was probably leaving streaks of mascara there. “Chocolate always makes things better.”

“That’s it. It’s you and me, then. We’ve got a date with Baskin Robbins and some Rocky Road.” He kissed the top of her head. “Think brain freeze will make you come to your senses?”

“Something should.” Val wiggled in his lap quite intentionally and the soft squirming of her bottom was getting just the reaction she was looking for. “You’re helping.”

“I can’t help too much,” he warned her.

“She’s forgotten all about you, you know,” Val blurted. He’d confessed his feelings for Libby to her, and considering he was here to console her about her own love life, her comment was rather mean, but he forgave her.

“Maybe.” Henry shrugged. “But I haven’t forgotten about her.”

“Whoever you end up with is one lucky girl.” She went to kiss him and he turned his head so it landed squarely on the cheek.

“Henry.” The sound of his name, spoken sharply, made him stand almost immediately, nearly spilling Val out of his lap onto the floor. She caught herself, standing too, glancing up.

“Professor Franklin?” Val gazed first at her and then at Henry.

“She’s tutoring me,” Henry said quickly, adding, “In English.”

Val nodded and then moved in to kiss Henry’s cheek again. “Call me later?”

“Sure.” He wiped the lipstick from his face, ignoring the look Toni gave him, but feeling it anyway, in his gut. “I’m not kidding-Baskin Robbins. Tonight. They don’t close until nine.”

“Kerwins is better,” Val countered, heading toward the elevators. She waggled her fingers at Toni as she passed. “Bye!”

Toni waited for the elevator doors to close before she took a seat next to Henry. “So, who was that?”

“Val.” Why did he feel so damned guilty? “A friend.”

Toni opened her satchel without saying anything else about it, but it was there, the whole time. They’d decided to meet in the library for a reason-it wouldn’t afford them any opportunity to do anything but work. But now Henry couldn’t concentrate again, not because he was thinking about sex-although just the smell of Toni’s perfume got him hard now-but because he was worried about what Toni had seen.

“She’s really just a friend,” Henry blurted the fifth time he’d blanked on the same word. “I swear.”

Toni sat back, her arms folded across her breasts. “Well, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

He blinked at her. “I guess.”

“Okay, I admit it.” Her eyes softened, her hand squeezing his knee under the table. “I was jealous.”

He swallowed, meeting her dark eyes. “You don’t have anything to be jealous of. I don’t want her.”

Which was true. Of course, he didn’t mention Libby. He kept her like a secret.

“Do you want me?” Toni’s hand slid upward, cupping his crotch. He was half-hard, had been since Val was sitting in his lap, and with Toni next to him, his cock seemed to simply respond, Pavlovian, as if she were his bell.

“Always.” And that was true, too. Since they’d started, he could hardly think about anything else. Henry glanced around, seeing no one, and stole a quick kiss. She tasted good, her mouth warm and soft and opening under his, her hand massaging his cock from half-there to all-the-way-there in a matter of moments.

“We shouldn’t,” she murmured, looking over her shoulder, but her hand moved faster anyway, rubbing him under the table.

“I know.” Hadn’t they been saying that all along? But he couldn’t stop himself, and apparently neither could she.

“Come on,” she whispered, reaching for his hand. They left their stuff and he followed her down the back aisle, the one closest to the wall, deep into the stacks. It was quiet back there, the only sound the buzzing of the flickering fluorescents overhead as Toni pushed him against the shelf and sank to her knees.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, biting his lip as she unzipped him, yanking his jeans down and pulling his cock free of his boxers.

“It will help you concentrate…afterward.”

She had a point. Henry put a hand on her head, seeing her sly smile before she took his cock into her mouth-and then there was no more protest or even thought. Her mouth was practiced and sure, her tongue teasing the sensitive head before sucking him in deep. She went slow at first, her fingernails tickling his thighs, his balls, making his toes curl in his sneakers.

When he looked down, he saw her hand moving up under her skirt and the thought of her pussy, wet and getting wetter, made him crazy with lust. He had to have her. A blowjob in the library basement just wasn’t going to be good enough to tide him over. He would have to spend all night in his dorm room without her warmth, the soft press of her body against his, until they met again in her office tomorrow, and he would spend that time remembering. He had been doing just that, every minute they were apart, since the afternoon in her office when they’d first given in.

“I want you,” he breathed, grabbing her by the hair and slowly pulling her mouth off his cock with a soft, wet popping sound. It wasn’t easy to break the suction. Her mouth was red, lips swollen, chest heaving. She wanted him too. “I want to fuck you.”

She glanced first right, then left. They both listened and heard nothing but the hum of the lights and their own labored breathing, so Toni stood, putting her arms around Henry’s neck and kissing him. Their tongues stabbed and probed, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her, grabbing her breasts through her blouse, her nipples hard, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her heat.

“Gimme that cunt,” he growled, turning her around and bending her nearly in half. She had to grab onto the edge of one of the shelves to keep from stumbling as he shoved the silky burgundy skirt she was wearing up over her hips, snatching down her panties. They were white, see-through, and the crotch was soaked. How long has she been imagining this? he wondered.

“Henry,” she whimpered as he swabbed the whole length of her pussy with the head of his dick, tickling her clit before finding her hole, lining himself up and grabbing her hips. She whimpered when he entered her, his thumbs parting her behind, seeing her asshole winking at him, his cock sinking into her flesh. He couldn’t get enough of this, couldn’t ever get enough.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed as she reached a hand between her legs, her fingers brushing his swinging balls, her nails scratching gently along the length of his wet cock as he shoved into her. Then she was touching herself, rubbing her clit, getting herself off.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, planting her feet wider, rocking her hips up and back. “Oh, please. Please.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell. Henry gripped her ass, shoving deep into her cunt, fucking her so hard they vibrated the shelves, and neither of them noticed or cared. Toni was close, he knew her sounds now, and Henry didn’t think he could wait another minute. His cock had a mind of its own, wanting nothing but to bury itself into her wet recesses and give her everything it could.

“Toni,” he warned, feeling her fingers slapping against her pussy, teasing herself, so close now but wanting to make it last. “I’m gonna come!”

There was nothing to do but hold on, feeling her shudder in response to his words, unable to keep her own imminent climax at bay. Toni reached out blindly with one hand, grasping books instead of the shelf, letting them fall to the floor before steadying herself, her breath coming in hot pants as she ground her hips back against him, the first wave of his orgasm hitting like a tsunami.

“Ohhhh!” He couldn’t help his sudden groan, but he stifled it the best he could, his belly contracting again and again, the sensation only heightened when he saw his cock pulsing, emptying itself into Toni’s fluttering cunt.

They found their way into each other’s arms, kissing, breathless, trying to quickly pull their clothes back on, as aware now that they were in a public place as they’d been oblivious to it a moment before. Henry made sure the coast was clear before they snuck back down the aisle to the table where they’d left their things.

“Think we can get some work done now?” Toni teased.

“Maybe.” Henry turned his attention to their lesson, his ears still ringing. Their little rendezvous in the stacks had gone unnoticed by anyone, he was sure of it, but his heart galloped in his chest when the elevator bell dinged and he saw the edge of a library book cart appear around the corner.

He didn’t think Toni noticed him sneaking glances at Libby as she pushed the cart into the stacks for reshelving. And Libby, thankfully, didn’t see them, at least not until she came back their way half an hour later, the cart empty, and by then both he and Toni had regained most of their composure and were deep into their lesson.

Libby saw him that time, though-he was sure of it. She half-lifted her hand in a wave and then seemed to change her mind when she saw the professor. Henry half-returned the gesture while Toni was digging in her satchel for her colored transparencies, but he didn’t think Libby saw it.