“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.
Chapter Eight
“I suck.” Henry slumped on his sister’s bed, watching her gazing into her dresser mirror, twisting her long blonde hair up onto the top of her head. “I didn’t get anyone anything.”
“No one expects you to.” Janie took out the bobby pin she’d been holding between her teeth and shoved it in her hair. “You’re a poor college student.”
“Yeah, but Mom put money in my account so I could buy everyone gifts.”
Janie snorted. “Let me guess. It turned into beer money?”
“No, I loaned it to a friend,” he admitted. He hadn’t told anyone else how Dean was borrowing money, or why. He’d put it together, of course-Marcus was running the betting ring out of the frat, and Dean had a serious gambling problem. He was a bottomless pit, and the times Henry had said no, Dean had managed to make his life pretty miserable. Socially, it was easier to say yes. Of course, it was harder on the wallet.
“A girl?”
He shook his head. “My roommate, actually.”
“What for, so he could spend it on beer?”
“Not exactly.” It was a hell of a lot more than beer money, Henry thought.
“You shouldn’t loan friends money.” Janie turned from the mirror, frowning at him. “Seriously. It’s not good.”
Henry decided to change the subject. “Hey, Janie, do girls have a code?”
“A code?” She cocked her head, curious. “What do you mean?”
“You know.” He flushed. “Like guys have the ‘Bros Before Hoes’ thing.”
Janie laughed. “Well yeah. Except we aren’t so adolescent about it.”
If only Dean had respected the code in the first place, Henry thought, instead of making everything into a damned competition. “So let’s say your roommate dated a guy once…would you consider him off-limits?”
“Yeah,” Janie agreed. “Probably. I assume you’re the guy in this scenario?”
Henry nodded miserably. “Is there any way to get a girl to break the code?”
“Sort of.” Janie smiled, coming to sit on her bed next to him. “So, who’s this girl?”
“Her name’s Libby.” He wasn’t ready to give up too much more.
“And you dated her roommate?”
“Once,” he reiterated. “Just one time. Dean set me up.” In more ways than one, he thought bitterly.
“Well, if I was Libby, and I liked you enough,” Janie said, qualifying her statement. “I’d talk to my roommate and ask her if she minded. It was just one date, after all.”
Henry considered this, musing out loud, “Maybe I should talk to Elaine…”
“That’s the roommate?” Janie asked. “Was she into you?”
He remembered the way Elaine had kissed him, had snuck her hand under the water to stroke him, how she’d practically jumped at the chance to…
“You could say that.”
Janie cocked her head at him again, frowning. “But you only went on one date.”
“Yeah.”
She made a face. “She couldn’t have been that into you!”
“We got kind of drunk,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Just because you had sex with her doesn’t mean anything. Necessarily.” Janie waved the idea away. “Did you have sex with her?”
“Hang on.” Henry dug his phone out of his pocket. He knew it was Toni-his ringtone for her was Bolero. “I gotta take this.”
“Is it Libby?” Janie tried to look over his shoulder, but he got up and headed toward the door.
“Hi,” he said, flipping open his phone and ignoring his sister making faces at him as he went down the hall to his room.
“I miss you.” Her voice was thick as honey.
“I know,” he admitted, closing his door. “I miss you, too.”
Here he was asking his sister advice about Libby, but it was Toni he was talking to. What was wrong with this picture? He’d fallen head first-or maybe leapt was more accurate-into this thing with Toni and it was like a snowball going downhill, just picking up speed as it rolled along.
“You know I’m right around the block,” she reminded him.
He hadn’t forgotten. She had an apartment on campus-one he’d been invited to twice now-but the house she’d lived in with her husband was just kitty-korner from his parents’ place. If he peered out his sister’s window, he could have seen her backyard, and maybe even the “For Sale” sign posted out front, from that angle. No one lived in the house at the moment-Toni’s soon-to-be ex had taken a job somewhere on the east coast-but she had mentioned she was going to get it into “for-sale” condition over break.