by Brisa Starr
Anticipation about seeing Ash awakens my dick under my shorts. It’ll be hard to stand in the same room and leave her clothes on her, but I just need to be patient. I’ll taste her again, later tonight.
I haven’t been in this library since I was a kid, but it hasn’t changed. It’s hot outside with the Arizona summer sun beating down, but the second I walk through the glass front doors of the library, I’m blasted with frigid, air-conditioned coolness. It feels good for now, but in ten minutes, I’ll wish I had a sweatshirt around me. Or Ash’s legs.
Ash told me she’d be in the Non-Fiction: Health section, which is downstairs. I make my way to the elevator as a group of backpack-wearing, summer-school students walks by, arguing over which game is better, The Sims, or Call of Duty. The librarian at the welcome desk wears a Stetson cowboy hat and a bolo tie. He stands up and shushes the students over his rimless spectacles.
I take the elevator downstairs, and I walk along the perimeter aisle. There’s a wall on my right, and I look to the left, down every row I pass, trying to spot Ash. I find her at the very end. She’s standing there, with her head buried in a book that’s on top of a stack of books she’s balancing in her hand.
She’s wearing hot pink scrubs, and she’s arranged her hair on top of her head in a loose bun, with wispy tendrils softening her face. Damn, she’s sexy. She turns a page, having no idea I’m examining her. My cock thickens as I admire her jutting breasts and alluring hips.
I watch her, and my shoulders relax. I want to be inside her again. If she were wearing a skirt, I’d damn sure try to fuck her right here in the back of the library.
I delight in my spying on her, and I smile. She sure likes to read, and I like that. She’s intelligent, always learning. It turns me on. It’s a sign of someone eager to grow. It’s a sign of hope. I want to latch on to that and do it for myself.
I squint my eyes to inspect the stack of books she’s holding, and from where I stand, I can see that half of them are romance novels. Cute. I snicker a slight puff of air out of my nose. Maybe she’s learning in those, too. Though, if she wants to learn anything in that realm, I’m the only teacher she’ll ever need.
I step closer to her. “A little light reading?”
She jumps back, dropping all of her books, yelping in pain as the corner of one of them hits the top of her sandaled foot.
“Ow!” She whisper-howls. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” She puts her hand over her mouth to muffle her cry, trying to be quiet, while hopping on her good foot. “You scared me!” she says, and then flinches at the loudness of her voice.
“Oh, my gosh — I’m so sorry, Ash! Are you OK?” I rush to put her arm around my shoulders as I help her hobble to a chair at the other end of the row.
“Oh man, that book landed right on my big toe,” she says and scrunches up her face in pain. I kneel and take her foot out of her sandal and bring it up to inspect it.
“Ouch. I’m sure it wi…” She stops mid-sentence as I kiss her toe. She draws a small inhale of breath. I look up at her with my lips still on her toe, a wicked and tender gleam in my eye.
Her eyes dart around the library to see if anybody is watching. When she realizes there’s no one around, she tilts her head to the side and whispers, “Ouch.”
“Apparently, I need to kiss you again.” I bend my head back over her foot, and my tongue grazes the top of her toe, and she shivers. I kiss it again, and then I put her sandal back on and stand up. “Seriously, though, are you OK?”
She wiggles her toe, testing its movement, and winces. “I think it’ll be OK, but I should put some ice on it. I can do that back at the clinic.”
“Can you walk?” She nods, and I hold out my hand to help her up.
I’m turned on being this close to her, and the hush of the library surrounding us resurrects some old, schoolboy fantasies. I can’t help myself, so I pull her into my arms, and my lips dive into hers, demanding entrance to her mouth with my tongue. She complies and whimpers with a hungry ardor that’s at least as strong as my own.
Despite the library’s air conditioning, I’m starting to get warm, and my hands rove down her backside and cup her firm, sexy ass. I squeeze it, release it, and then I give it a smack. Her eyes pop wide.
I raise an eyebrow at her with a “What do you think of that?” expression.
Her surprise turns to intrigue — good. I make a mental note of that.
I bend down to pick up the books she dropped, and I stack them in my arms. “After you,” I say and gesture with my head for her to lead the way out. As I follow behind her, I admire the sway of her ass, and I think about what I’d like to do to it later. My cock thickens into a third leg, and I have to distract myself, or I won’t be able to walk normally.
Later… I will have her later. Think about something other than her sweet, wet pussy.
Shit. Now I’m thinking about it even more.
We take the elevator up to the ground level, where checkout is located. I see she’s squirming a little, walking funny, and I can’t tell if it’s her sore toe, or maybe she’s… horny? “You gonna be OK?” I chuckle.
“Yeah,” she says and wriggles more, holding her legs together. “I need to pee though,” she whispers.
Neither of my guesses was right, and I laugh, “What?”
“Yeah, libraries... I don’t know, books I guess, cuz the same thing happens to me in bookstores. It makes me have to pee. I guess I get excited or something,” she squeals her whisper, and scrunches her face into a playful smile.
“Ha, OK — noted. Well, I was hoping I could buy you lunch at Sally’s. Can you hold it until we get there? Maybe she can make you a bag of ice, too.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea. We can do that. I’m famished.”
After we check out the books, she tucks her treasures into her tote, and we head to Sally’s Café, which is just down the block on the main square. We enter, and Ash hobbles to the bathroom. I wait for her by the small condiment stand by the front door.
Three minutes later, she comes out, more relaxed now that she has relieved herself, and I smile at her. We head to the counter, and she asks Sally for some ice. Sally fills a zip-top bag for her, while Ash fills her in on her library accident.
I ask Ash what she wants to eat, and I tell her to go have a seat. Just then, she sees her dad walk out of the kitchen wearing an apron, with a towel hanging on the apron string tied around his waist. She laughs and waves, “Hey, Dad!”
“Hey, Ash, how are ya?” he calls out to her, and when he sees me next to her, he nods and says, “Hey, Luke,” and he comes over to shake my hand.
“Hi, Carleton, it’s good to see you,” I say.
Ash goes off to find a table, and Carleton asks me, “What can I get for you two?”
I order a cold cucumber soup and salmon salad for each of us, and I head over to the table Ash scored. She balances the bag of ice on the top of her foot, and she lights up as she tells me about the books she checked out. Well, the non-fiction ones. Her mouth is tempting me to kiss it, but with her dad here, I hold back.
A few minutes later, Carleton brings our lunches to us, and he joins us at our table to update us on things at Sally’s.
“She’s teaching me all kinds of things,” Carleton says. “She even trusts me to pull a shot of espresso now,” he beams.
“‘Pull a shot of espresso,’” Ash mimics, proud of the new lingo her dad is picking up. She beams, too.
We make our way through the delicious soup and the rest of our salads. We’re both glad to hear about Carleton’s helping here, and Sally’s happy to have him. In fact, maybe more than happy. Hm. It’ll be good for Ash if her dad stays busy and socializes. Hell, it’d be great if he dated somebody. The idea churns in my head as he gets up to leave and goes back behind the counter.
I lean over to Ash and say in a low voice, “You ever thought about your dad and Sally, you know... dating?”
Her eyes get big as her eyebrows rise to the top of her forehead. “No
! Well, not really, but...” she glances over at Sally and Carleton, watching them for a moment, and she turns back to me. “God, that would be amazing. I never thought about that, but I would love that.”
Her eyes sparkle with glee, and she grabs my hand. “Sally is such a wonderful woman, and she’d be great for my dad.” She withdraws her hand from the top of mine and taps her finger on her lips, looking off to the side... thinking, planning, scheming.
“We should do something about this,” I say, and she brings her attention back to me.
“Like what?” she asks in a whisper and giggles.
“I don’t know. Let’s have a game night at your house with your dad and invite Sally.”
Her eyes light up. “You know, that’s not a bad idea. I like that! Let’s do it. How about tomorrow night?”
“Sure. My mom will still be at Maggie’s.”
Ash gets up and walks over to Sally and Carleton, who are standing behind the counter, where Sally is training Carleton on one of the machines that dispenses peacock-blue slushy drinks. I can’t hear the conversation, but I think game night is a go, because Sally and Carleton both have enormous grins on their faces.
Then it dawns on me that, when my mom comes back from Maggie’s, my private time with Ash will end.
Hm, that puts a wrinkle in things.
Fuck that. I pull out my phone.
Ash comes back to our table, and I slide my phone back into my pocket. She sits down, bubbling with excitement. “Mission Silver Love is a go for tomorrow night. Can you get pizza again?”
“Absolutely!” I say. Her face shines, and I return the sentiment as a gentle glow flows through me. I love her happiness, and sharing in it with her. Ash’s dad means so much to her, and she worries about him. Half the time we’re together, she talks about him, so the prospect of Carleton finding a partner could be life-changing for Ash.
Life-changing for us.
My mind churns with thoughts as we leave the café. I walk Ash to the clinic, and I’m glad to see her book-damaged toe is better. We’re almost there, when she looks over at me and gives me a sly look. “Those were some naughty text messages last night.”
I’m about to respond by saying something sexy, when a dark thought crosses my mind. I think about the words she texted to me, and I wonder if she’s ever said things like that to another man.
I guess she senses my apprehension, because she stops walking and turns to face me. “Are you OK?” she asks.
“It’s nothing… just dumb guy thoughts,” I say.
“It’s OK,” she says. “You can tell me anything.”
OK, then. Here goes.
“It’s just that I… hope you’ve never texted like that with someone else.”
She looks surprised at my possessiveness, and I would say I’m surprised too, but I know better now. I don’t even want to think about her holding hands with anybody else, let alone talking dirty. Let alone visualizing her and some dude… doing even worse things. My blood simmers, and I have to remind myself that, right now, she’s mine, and that’s all that matters.
But what happens when I leave? Am I just sending her off into someone else’s arms? Are we going to try to hang on via long-distance? Fuck. I drag my hand through my hair, and she looks at me, curiosity in her eyes, and a freckle of worry tinging the edges.
I admit, “When you texted about wanting my cum, I was so fucking turned on,” I say, my eyes heated. “But it also made me wonder about… you know… your past. I know, it’s stupid, not a fair thing to wonder about.”
There.
Maybe it’s dumb, but whatever. I’ve told her.
She sucks her lips between her teeth, trying to keep from smiling… she’s entertained by my jealousy. I smile and tilt my head. Her playful look fades into total seriousness, and she whispers, “I’ve never texted, said, felt, or thought any of the things I do for you.” She looks down at the pavement and shrugs, then looks back at me. “This is all new for me.”
A deep sense of relief fills my chest. But it doesn’t fill it all the way, as I still harbor anxiety about leaving her here when I return to California. But for now, I’m calm. In fact, I’m delighted to hear what she told me.
I tip her chin up to face me. “Good.”
She smiles sweetly, and we continue walking.
We arrive at the clinic, and I don’t want to leave her. I pull her into my arms where she belongs, and I kiss her goodbye. She looks up at me and smiles.
She turns to go into the clinic, and I sneak another slap on her ass. She hops forward and turns her head, looking back over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide.
“I’ll see you tonight, angel,” I say. “I hope you’re ready for our sleepover.”
25
Luke
It’s golden hour. The sun hangs just above the horizon, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a warm glow.
It’s almost time for our sexy sleepover. I’ve been waiting all goddamn day, and I couldn’t concentrate on my clients’ portfolios because my mind was filled with thoughts of fucking Ash. My balls ache with need for her.
She rings the doorbell, and Blitz runs to the door, barking. I open it, and there she is, my angel, glowing bright, beautiful, and sexy. Her caramel-chocolate-colored hair is tumbling down over her shoulders, cupping her breasts as it curls around them.
“Hi,” she says shyly, which makes me smile.
“Hey, babe.” I step aside and wave my hand for her to come in.
She’s wearing a loose-fitting, red shirt that hangs off one shoulder, exposing her red bra strap, which gets my heart thumping. She’s also wearing that drive-me-crazy jean skirt she had on at the bar the other night. It’s tight, with a sexy-as-fuck zipper from top to bottom, and it hugs her ass. I want to unzip it with my teeth. My jaw clenches, and my cock hardens at the thought.
She’s also carrying an overnight bag, which makes me smile, as though it symbolizes that we’ve progressed beyond the initial stages of dating. The next step would be for her to keep a toothbrush here… and the thought makes me positively ecstatic.
First things first, though. Baby steps.
“I see you packed a bag.”
“Well, it’s a sleepover. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
She walks by me, and I think she’s passing by without giving me a kiss.
Oh, hell no. I don’t think so.
I grab her hand and pull her to me. She stumbles into my arms and then steps back a bit. I look down at her lovely face. “Don’t you dare walk in here without giving me a proper greeting,” I grumble.
She looks at me with playful mischief in her expression. “I’m sorry. What was I thinking? Where are my manners?” She lifts her head up, and I bend mine down to meet hers. She kisses me delicately, and then my naughty angel bites my bottom lip.
I grab her ass in return and slam her body into mine, grinding my hard cock against her.
“Is this what you want?” I whisper softly in her ear.
“Yes,” she gasps, breathing heavily.
“You’re gonna get it. All night long,” I promise. Then, I smack her ass and watch her expression. This time it’s one of delight, as lust fires behind her hazel eyes.
I release her, and we turn to walk into the living room, and Blitz begs for her attention. He jumps up on her, because it’s his turn. He’s about to knock her over, so she gets down on her knees, laughing, and scruffs around his neck. He gives her a big wet kiss, leaving a patch of drool on her cheek.
“Ew, Blitz. I love you, but not that much,” she says and stands up, wiping her face with her hand.
I like seeing her with my dog, having her in this house, just the two of us with Blitz. It’s like playing house — and warmth swells in my chest. And in my balls.
“Are you hungry? I made dinner.”
“You did?” she whistles, shock on her face. “I’m impressed.”
“Yes, I’ve been slaving away all afternoon in the kitchen making you
the perfect dinner. My goal was to impress you so much that you drop to your knees in front of me.” I flash my eyes on her.
She laughs, unsure if I’m serious, so she says nothing. I take her into the kitchen, and there’s a table with candles lit and wine glasses filled with sparkling water. I think she believes me.
She’s impressed and turns to face me. “You really did! What did you make?”
“Have a seat and I’ll serve you.” She narrows her seductive eyes at me and bites her bottom lip, and with every little nuance of her sexy behavior, I only want to tear her clothes off and take her that much more. She sits down, and I walk over to the counter, where I uncover our plates and carry them to the table. I set one down in front of her, and she busts out laughing.
“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Oh nothing,” she giggles. “I can see that you definitely spent all afternoon on this,” she says, and she picks up her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Cut diagonally. Because, fancy.
I sit down across from her. “Cutting these carrot sticks took hours,” I say with faux seriousness, and then let out a little laugh. A bright giggle lights up her face, and my spirit dances to life. Seeing her happy is about the only thing I need in life. Well, almost. I need her in other ways, too.
The sun has gone down, and the glow from the candles envelopes the beautiful angles of her face, and her full, peachy lips. She radiates ethereal beauty, and a fiery throb fills my cock as I think about the night ahead of us. Having her all to myself for hours and hours. And not on an office desk this time, but in a comfortable bed.
Our first time in bed.
Oh, the surprise I have planned. I hope she’s game.
“This will not be the only thing we eat tonight,” I offer.
She swallows audibly and says, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I will be feasting on your wet cunt. At least twice.”
The carrot falls out of her hand, and a blush tickles her face. She looks away, which is cute.
We polish off our sandwiches and carrot sticks as we update each other on our day. We also square up our plans for our matchmaking card game, tomorrow night with Carleton and Sally. After we wash the dishes, I show her my new pictures of baby Jack. They’re having a blast with my mom staying the night over there.
