His Shy Librarian: A steamy older man younger woman romance novella

by Mia Madison

  I had to make her see that she wasn’t mousy. At least, she didn’t have to be. I had a suspicion that there was a fire inside Karey that hadn’t been freed yet. Knowing her dad the way I did, I suspected that his conservative views were in part to blame. He encouraged such a boring life with very little fun, especially of the sexual kind. Naturally, that would rub off on Karey. Until she got around someone to help her release her inner seductress, I guessed.

  That would be me.

  I took her hand and pressed it above her mound, then pushed down. She looked at me as if shocked for a moment and stopped her hand. When I waited without comment, she let me push her hand down her body again, and in seconds her fingers touched her outer folds.

  “You want to touch yourself, Karey,” I said. “I can see that. Just let yourself have it.”

  I kept my hand covering hers and urged her to curl two fingers, press them against herself in a gentle stroke. She bit her bottom lip.

  “That’s good. Show me, Karey. Show me how you like to be touched.”

  I removed my hand and instead ground my cock against her ass. I cupped her tits in my hands while I watched her finger herself in the mirror.

  She stroked faster, gasping, so I tugged on her nipples, the movement enough that she could clearly see what I was doing in the mirror. And she watched intently, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as she breathed open-mouthed.

  “Would some plain, mousey girl do what you’re doing right now?” I sucked lightly on her earlobe. “I don’t think so.”

  She moaned as I toyed with her nipples, her fingers moving furiously over her clit. “Oh,” she gasped, so I knew she was close. I pressed hard against her, my cock aching to be freed so I could sink into her, and met her eyes in the mirror.

  “Don’t look at me, baby. Keep watching yourself. Look at you.”

  I dropped one hand to her hip to jerk her back against me as I rocked up, rubbing my cock against her. “Come for me now, Karey,” I growled.

  She obeyed, and in that moment, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  Chapter Nine

  Karen

  I don’t think I could have done any of this with another man besides Rick. Knowing him so long, fantasizing about him, helped me overcome my resistance to do the things he asked. Because every time he moved my hand or suggested something, I wanted to resist. It seemed wrong, even though my body wanted all of it.

  Once he’d moved my hand to my pussy and even encouraged my finger as I stroked myself, I was too far gone to stop no matter how surreal it felt. Just having his eyes on me in my nakedness, watching me, kissing my neck and squeezing my breasts, was probably enough to get me to do anything.

  Couple that with the praise—beautiful, sexy, exciting—and I was lost.

  Come for me now, Karey.

  I didn’t really have a choice.

  I did as Rick wanted, I watched myself. Watched my mouth drop open as I gasped in surprise at the intensity of the pleasure exploding from my center. The first spasm rocked me, my knees bending as it hit, but Rick’s strong arms and hands held me in place against him. The second wave tore a cry from me, a wordless, strangled sound I hadn’t meant to make but couldn’t stop. My back arched, pushing my ass against the hard cock behind me, and my breasts jutted out, the one he wasn’t holding bouncing as my body jerked in another wave of pleasure.

  I’d never watched anyone come before, aside from an occasional porn clip online that I still felt guilty about. And those were so staged and fake. This, though, this was real, and if I’d been watching someone else looking just like me?

  It would have turned me on.

  Another spasm gripped me, a sob-like sound bursting out of me. I looked away from myself to Rick, and his deep blue eyes taking me in were one of the sexiest things I’d seen in my life. He nodded slowly at me, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip.

  “You see how fucking beautiful you are?” He pressed his hand against my chest above my breast and let it slide down my curves to my hip. Rick turned me in his arms, looked me up and down. And then his mouth covered mine in a possessive kiss, our tongues twining together. His hand slipped between my legs, two fingers rubbing where I was so hot, slick and sensitive.

  I cried out into the kiss, so his touch became more deliberate, as if he might be about to build me back up and make me come again standing right there.

  My hands rested at his waist, then his hips. And I grew bold after what I’d done. I slid my hand between us, my knuckles brushing against the tight mound in his slacks.

  He groaned and rocked his hips forward against it.

  A buzzing vibration startled us both. The phone in his pocket. He reached for it and acted like he was going to toss it on his dresser.

  He shook his head. “I’m unavailable for the rest of the—”

  My dad’s picture was on the screen. Dad was calling Rick, probably about some school business, or maybe to plan a golf game or a lunch.

  Both of us tensed at the unwelcomed reminder that in being together like this, we were going behind his back, against his rules. I think my father would have probably been proud of himself if he knew what a cold shower that call had been on our encounter.

  Rick stared at it for a moment, and I could see in his eyes he was feeling the same things I was. Reluctantly, he answered it, a finger to his lips.

  “Lawrence,” he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “What are you up to?”

  I couldn’t hear everything my father said through the phone, but I caught occasional words. It was about an upcoming golf game. I realized how awkward I felt standing there naked while he spoke to my father. I didn’t want to get dressed, though. I’d had such pleasure, and I wanted to experience Rick feeling the same things. I wanted him.

  “Lawrence, can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m a little busy right now.” Rick grinned at me apologetically.

  I heard my dad laugh. “At this hour? Must be a hot date.”

  Rick closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Just taking care of… some things.” He flashed me another sheepish look.

  I knew our evening was over now, so rather than feel strangely naked instead of sexily naked like before, I slipped my skirt on, followed by the bra. I was buttoning the blouse when Rick finally hung up.

  “I’m sorry about that,” he said unnecessarily.

  I chuckled. “It’s not like you called him in the middle of what we were doing.” With the blouse buttoned halfway, I stepped up to him. “It seems unfair, though, that you did so much for me. I’m willing to—”

  He took my hands in his. “No, not now. This isn’t quid pro quo, Karey. I can wait. It’ll make the anticipation of our next date even sweeter, won’t it?” He kissed me gently and wrapped me in his arms. “You did see it, didn’t you? How beautiful you are?”

  I put my hands on his chest and toyed with his shirt. “We looked sexy like that, didn’t we?”

  “We? I was hanging out behind you. You looked amazing.” He beamed at me, his blue gaze warming me. “You’re so innocent, but with a sexuality that’s aching to come out play. I look forward to helping that happen, Karey.”

  He nuzzled my neck and embraced me. “Me, too,” I said softly, breathing in the light musky scent of him and hoping this really wasn’t all a dream.

  Chapter Ten

  Richard

  If I had been with anyone else, Lawrence would have gotten an earful from me the next day. There would have been at least a bit of joking about how he cock-blocked me with his ill-timed call.

  But I couldn’t very well tell Lawrence thanks for cock-blocking me when it was his daughter who was naked in my arms.

  That call had cooled things off just when I thought they were really warming up. She’d been so beautiful, so sensual, getting herself off while looking in the mirror. I was harder than I’d been in a long, long time. And I’d envisioned getting her in my bed and making love to her, drawing those same pleasured sounds of her
while buried deep inside her.

  Instead, I’d taken Karey back to her car. We kissed for a long time before she got out and drove away. And I made her promise to let me take her out for a night on the town the next Friday night. We’d have both liked to do it earlier, but with her evening classes and my schedule ramping up thanks to the end of the semester paperwork, Friday was best.

  Waiting a whole week made the couple of days of anticipation leading up to that Saturday seminar date seemed like the blink of an eye. I don’t think I’ve ever jacked off as often as I did over that week. Not just daily, but morning and evening, and I thought about doing it through the day. Only a busy schedule and too many ways to get caught kept me from it.

  Every time I thought about the look on her face when she came and the way I had to hold her up when it hit her, my cock started to fill and demand attention. The way her pussy felt against my fingers, the taste of her kiss.

  I’d always suspected Karen was an eager, sensualist underneath her modest clothes. Damn, I was happy to be right.

  We texted a few times over the week. Nothing sexual or too involved. Just a few hope you’re having a great day and looking forward to Friday type messages. And a few reminding her how beautiful she was, and how I couldn’t get the sight of her naked and gasping in pleasure out of my mind. She never replied to those, but a couple of hours later would text something innocent as if she hadn’t seen them.

  I could picture her blush, imagine the heat that might grow between her legs because of those texts.

  I suppose I could have gone to the library to see her or tried to meet her for lunch when our schedules allowed. But I was afraid. I didn’t think I’d be able to act casual around her anymore, and some observant staff member or even a student might see the way I looked at her. The last thing I wanted was for a rumor to start and get back to her father.

  If not for that, I’d have been in that library every day, at least once.

  It seemed now that I’d let myself believe this was possible, that I could be with Karey after a few years of denial about it, I couldn’t get enough.

  And it seemed that I hadn’t really understood how lonely I’d been until I’d spent time with her.

  Friday finally came, and instead of meeting at a parking lot, she came to my home. I almost insisted on picking her up, and if her father took note, we’d let things happen however they did. But I did not want anything to end this night prematurely like last time. The next date, maybe I’d pick her up and have a discussion about it with her father. Not this time.

  This time, we were going out on the town, and then I was taking Karey to my bed.

  Chapter Eleven

  Karen

  Everything had happened so quickly and easily, I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  After years of lusting after Richard Reiner, wondering what his kiss would be like or how he might touch me, I’d had a taste of it. My dad’s phone call had kept me from getting everything I wanted, but now that I’d had a taste, I couldn’t pretend anymore.

  I’d been in love with Rick for a long time. Maybe it started when we met. But I’d been pretending it was a fantasy and nothing more, when all along, a girlish part of me had thought and hoped I was saving myself for him, just in case he ever decided to look my way.

  I shivered every time I thought about what I’d done and how hard he’d been against me. And I’d done it again, a few times, over the week we had to wait to go out again. I didn’t do it in front of a mirror, of course, but I did it with an abandon I’d never felt before. I’d only ever done it occasionally anyway, but over the last week, I didn’t feel any twinge of guilt as if I might be doing something I shouldn’t be. The way he’d treated me and told me to do it—told me to come—had given me a permission I’d never felt before.

  That alone made one date with Rick Reiner something revolutionary in my life.

  And here it was, Friday when we were going out again. I didn’t borrow Allie’s clothes this time. I bought a new dress—a little black dress on Allie’s suggestion—complete with a new matching bra and underwear. And instead of worrying about my glasses, I’d worn my contacts every day to get used to them again. I dug out the large curling iron I’d bought a year before thinking I would style my hair a little better each day, then abandoned it when I decided I didn’t want to take the time. I realized I’d done this because I was convinced that no one would look my way anyway, so why waste time on trying to look prettier for nothing when I could be reading or studying instead?

  I still didn’t look in the mirror and see the sexy, beautiful creature Rick kept talking about. But I did see someone who could be sexy and striving for that didn’t seem a waste of time since Rick clearly did look my way.

  Also, I noticed when I would crawl into the bed and slip my fingers between my legs, images of me in the mirror were part of what I thought about while I got off. So maybe trying to appear a certain way, to pamper myself more with a nice hairstyle and clothes… Maybe I should have been doing that all along just for me?

  Rick’s attentions had unlocked something inside me, and I was becoming more determined by the day to embrace this new chapter of my life. I still felt mousey a lot, and plain, but it didn’t bother me like it had before.

  I put on the light pink lipstick that I thought flattered my features, along with minimal makeup—a very light pink blush and natural, slightly smoky eyes. I wasn’t much of a person to wear makeup, but when I did I tried to use a light hand. The night called for something more, so I used mascara to darken my eyes and ended up pleased with the look. Since I wore contacts, it wouldn’t be hidden behind my glasses, either.

  By the time I was ready to leave for Rick’s, I felt better about myself than I had in a long time. I had him to thank for opening my eyes to that.

  When I knocked on his door, it opened almost instantly. He took my wrist and pulled me inside, then backed me up to the closed door. He cupped my cheeks in his hands. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” And then he really looked at me, stepped back to look up and down, and tilted his head. “You look amazing, Karey.”

  “Thank you,” I said, but it was barely out before he kissed me, softly at first and then with a growing passion.

  “I missed you this week,” he said. “But if I’d come to visit you, I might have tried to spirit you away.”

  “I probably wouldn’t have minded,” I said, happiness warming my cheeks.

  “Well, you’re here now. And as much as I’d like to scrap our plans and keep you right here until morning, we have reservations to keep, then there’s after-dinner coffee and dancing.”

  “I don’t know how,” I admitted, “But I’ll bet you’re a good teacher.”

  “Better at teaching economics, but I’ll give it a shot.” He smiled and kissed me again, then took my hand and led me to his car, treating me like a lady, as usual.

  As much as I loved it all, I couldn’t wait until we got back and he could treat me like he had last Saturday night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Richard

  I was so pleased that she hadn’t protested against going dancing, just because she didn’t know how. I think maybe a week ago, she would have insisted that she couldn’t dance. But she was willing to try now, and she’d tried some new things with her clothes and her looks, too.

  The thing was, I thought she was gorgeous before. She could have come in an ankle-length skirt and a librarian bun on top of her head with a pencil sticking out of it, and I’d have enjoyed her company just as much.

  But it was thrilling to watch her making discoveries about herself and her desires.

  I had so much more to teach her, I could hardly wait.

  I took her to Lilly’s, a nice restaurant in Alesburg. It was half the drive to Portland, so when we wanted to go back to my place it wouldn’t be a 45-minute drive that would probably feel like hours by then. But it was far enough away from the college that we probably wouldn’t see anybody we knew who w
ould care that we were on a date.

  At least, I hoped not.

  This time, the server didn’t flirt with me. He made plenty of eyes at Karey, though.

  “Are you sure you don’t want some zucchini fries while you’re waiting?” he said with a beaming smile. I knew he was doing his job, trying to upsell, but he didn’t have to be so damn flirtatious about it.

  Amazingly, Karey didn’t seem to notice that he was working hard to get some positive attention from her. She would giggle at him, and then focus on me again.

  I liked that.

  “Zucchini fries are good,” she said after he’d walked away.

  “Why didn’t you get any?”

  “Not in the mood.” She shrugged as if that explained it. I wondered if it was because he came on so strong, and she naturally wanted to resist that. Something I’d have to keep in mind if we—

  Richard! I scolded myself for the thought I barely caught before I finished it. I’d been thinking about the future. Not just tonight, or the next date or the next. A future with Karey, and how I might behave years down the road.

  A thought like that had never crossed my mind with any other woman I’d dated. Not a single time.

  “Rick?” Her smile was hesitant, and I realized she must have said something I’d missed because I was distracted.

  “Sorry, random thoughts. What did you say?”

  “Nothing. You just looked far away all of a sudden.”

  I put my hand over hers on the table. “Trying to remember if I’d put some grades into the computer or not. Sorry, but I’m done now. I’m too busy being jealous.”

  She laughed. “What are you talking about?”

  “Everybody’s looking at my date. Especially our server.” I looked around the dining room for him. “I might have to ask for someone else,” I teased.

  Karey leaned forward. “A woman, I suppose, so she can flirt with you while I’m jealous? No, I don’t think so. The one we have is just fine.” Her beaming smile distracted me from serious thoughts for a while. Though every time the server came back, I bristled. And Karey, now that I’d admitted to being jealous, flirted back with him a little more while grinning knowingly at me.