QUIVER, BOOK SIX (A DARK ROMANCE)

by Laura Avery

  I yelped at the contact and bit down on my lip to keep from screaming. The last thing I wanted was for one of the librarians to hear me and come back here to investigate.

  “Jackson, we can’t!” I shook my head. “We’re in public!”

  “That makes it all the better.” He opened his mouth and pried my bottom lip up into his teeth, biting down hard as he yanked my hair again. “I want every part of you, Emery, right here in the fucking library with your teacher a hundred feet away and the chance of anyone walking in on us at any minute.”

  The sting of my lip being bitten and my hair still being looped around his thick fist made my eyes blurry. Why did he have to be so good looking? Being so close to him wasn’t something I was getting used to. That perfect arched jaw I was allowed to touch now. Those strikingly sharp cheekbones all the girls in town had talked about. Those harsh grey eyes had a hint of green in them at the center when he was turned on, and, Lord, they were practically glowing at that moment. Throw that body into the mix and he was practically suffocating to be around. The number of muscles and bulges he had going on underneath his clothes were impressive enough to shock you ten times over every time you saw him.

  Every time felt like the first time with Jackson.

  “I’m too nervous,” I told him, shaking my head. I hated the way I had trouble thinking straight when I was around him. It was like somehow even the things I knew were a bad idea seemed right when he said they were.

  “I know, baby,” he panted into my ear. “I can feel that innocent little body quivering underneath me. God, its so hot, Emery.” He kissed me hard before grabbing my wrist and yanking it down to the side of my body. “Now, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you and that tight little cunt of yours because I own you and because I fucking can.” His free hand was behind his back within seconds, ruffling with something. “And you’re going to let me while you scream my name louder and louder, little lamb, just like a good girl.”

  Before I had a chance to process it my wrist was being buckled to the side of one of the bookshelves. I jingled my hand back and forth loudly. “Oh, my God, Jackson! Did you handcuff me? Where the hell did you get handcuffs?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you? You planned this!”

  Jackson was too busy cuffing my other hand to pay attention to me. When he was done he took a few steps back from me and admired his handy work. Me, pinned against one of the bookshelves with both of my hands handcuffed tightly keeping me in place.

  He shook his head. “Now that’s what I call a view.”

  I thumped my wrist against the bookshelf. “Jackson,” I said firmly. “We can’t do this here.” I turned my head around and looked toward the other end of the thin stacks. One chance, that was all it would take for someone to come back here looking for something and find me handcuffed to the stacks like some kind of sex kitten. “It’s highly inappropriate.”

  His eyes stayed on my body. “Baby, you’re so hot when you get all shy.”

  “Shy? This isn’t me being shy!” I practically yelled at him before remembering it was in my best interest to not raise my voice. “If we get caught I could get kicked out of school!”

  Couldn’t I? I had no idea, to be honest, but it sounded right.

  “You aren’t going to get kicked out of school if we get caught,” Jackson assured me, running his large hand over his firm jaw as he let his eyes linger on my pussy. “You’re wet, little lamb.”

  I squeezed my legs together. “How do you know?”

  “Because you’ve got that look,” he smirked.

  “What look?” I asked, growing exasperated with him.

  “That look you get right before you’re about to cum in your panties, you naughty girl.” He took a step closer to me. “Is that it, Emery? Being this close to me when you’re handcuffed makes you so hot you want to cum before I’m even inside of you?”

  “I don’t have a look right before I….” I trailed off, almost too humiliated to continue. “I mean, I don’t cum in my panties.” I try to rush the words out before he can call me out on my lie. “And I wasn’t talking about me being, um, moist.” I turned even redder when I finished the second part of my statement.

  “Moist?” He smirked evilly.

  “I was asking how you know I won’t get kicked out of college if we get caught!” I spat out at him, hoping he would change the subject before my word vomit got me in even deeper.

  “I’ll beat the shit out of any man who sees us and blackmail any women who sees us if you want.” He shrugged as he moved closer to me; as if he was doing me a favor by even offering.

  “Oh, great, that’s comforting,” I told him sarcastically.

  “Or I could pay them off,” he continued cockily.

  “Even better.” I started banging my wrists wildly, not feeling the least bit reassured. “As tempting as it is to get kicked out of the school I worked so hard to get into, I think I’ll pass.” I glanced back up at his pretty eyes. “Can you help me out here? Someone’s going to notice that I’m gone soon.”

  Jackson shoved his body into mine aggressively. “Stop that right now.”

  My hands went still at his words right away.

  “There’s my good girl.” He reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear before leaning in and sucking on my earlobe gently. “Now let me remind you how this works, in case you forgot.” He pressed his huge erection into my stomach. “I see you doing things like sitting in the library taking notes like a good little student and it makes me instantly fucking hard.” He stuck his tongue out and swirled it around the skin just underneath my earlobe. “It makes me hard because I find it ironic that you pretend to be so innocent and pure to the rest of the world when I know just how fucking naughty you are once I get you alone.”

  His words were making my already soaked panties feel like they were about to melt off and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips as I dug my fingernails into the inside of my palm in an effort to control my actions. It did little good because a second later I was groaning again, even louder this time.

  He snarled in satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s right, my little lamb, you make sounds just like that.” He inched his leg between my knees, spreading them apart. “Sounds that I replay in my mind over and over again when I get home at night and stroke my big cock while I think about you and cum all over again.”

  My mouth hung open. “You do that?”

  “Of course, I fucking do that, Emery. Just like I know you touch yourself when you think about me.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself, little lamb, it’s completely natural. Remember, just like you showed me?”

  I blushed at the memory of me masturbating in front of him.

  “Remember?” he prompted.

  “Y-Yes,” I stammered.

  “I knew you would,” he huffed as he sniffed my hair. “Just like a good girl would.” His leg was grinding up and down my inner thigh now, slowly teasing me. “So, anyway, Emery, I see you out there being all innocent and I get all hard and I decide I need to have you right away.” He delivered another kiss to the side of my face. “And then I have you right away just like I want. Because you belong to me, because I own you, and because you do whatever the fuck I say.”

  My mind hated him almost as much as my throbbing pussy did; the throbbing pussy that I couldn’t seem to get under control no matter how hard I tried. “Oh, fuck,” I mumbled out loud as my eyes started to drift shut.

  Jackson laughed against my teeth, his perfect whites glistening under the darkness of the lights. “Mm-hmm, that’s part of the fun, my little lamb, watching you try to pretend like you aren’t completely lost in me.” His hand was in my hair again. “Watching you act like you aren’t just as fucked up as I am deep down because that’s the real kicker, you love this shit just as much as I do. And guess what, Emery?” He leaned his forehead against mine and peered into my eyes. “It shows the most right before you cum.”

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sp; I gasped as my knees started to shake.

  “Now spread your fucking legs, lamb.” He shoved his fingers between my thighs and pulled them roughly apart. “It’s time for the wolf to eat his lamb’s sweet pussy for dinner.”

  Bon appetite, baby, bon appetite.

  Chapter Four

  “An extra pair of panties.”

  EMERY

  Jackson ripped my pants down roughly, leaving them at the bottom of my ankles. He ran his hands up and down my thick thighs in amazement. “So fucking creamy, Emery.” His eyes filled with confusion when he caught sight of my panties. “Pink? When did you change them?”

  I blushed guiltily. “I don’t know.”

  His eyes shot into slits. “Bullshit,” he told me suspiciously as he pulled my shirt up to my rib cage to get a better look. “I’ve been with you since we left your dorm and I didn’t see you grab any clean panties before we left, Emery.” He raised his eyebrows as I continued to look anywhere but directly at him. “Which means you must have had them on you.”

  “Maybe,” I mumbled, feeling ashamed and like my skin was bright scarlet. Was it possible for me to go five minutes without embarrassing myself in front of him? It sure as hell didn’t feel like it.

  “So, the question, Emery,” he reached up and ran his finger back and forth over my bottom lip, “is why you’re walking around with an extra pair of panties on you?” He cupped my hot pussy and roared loudly, “Fucking say it, baby, say it just like a naughty little slut would.”

  He already knew. He just wanted the satisfaction that came with hearing me say it. “I keep them with me…” I closed my eyes, nudging my hips forward so that they could catch the edge of his hand better. “I-I-In case I end up getting so wet that I cum in these ones and I end up needing a fresh.”

  Jackson shoved the thin fabric to the side and plunged his fingers inside of me roughly. “And why would you cum in your panties like a little fucking slut, Emery?” he mumbled as he started to finger fuck me so fast that my pussy juices were dripping and falling all over his fingers.

  “Because of you,” I screamed out, accusing him. “It’s all your fault!”

  “I make you hot, don’t I, baby?”

  “So hot!” I gasped.

  “Fucking say it, Emery, say I make you cum all over your panties just like a naughty little fucking whore would.” He pulled his fingers out a few inches and started flicking around my center, dragging my agony out. “I want to hear my innocent little lamb admit her dirty little secret.”

  “Oh, God, Jackson. We have to stop!” Somewhere deep down inside of me, I was aware of the fact that we weren’t supposed to be doing this here, that someone might see us. But with each touch and kiss, it was getting harder and harder to remember why the hell I was fighting it.

  “Fucking say it,” he ordered.

  “You make me cum in my panties, Jackson!”

  He shoved two full fingers inside of me hard, making my body buckle on the shelf behind me. “Just like who, little lamb, just like who?” The flicking started up again, harder than ever.

  “Just like a fucking whore!” I finally gave him what he wanted.

  “That’s right, Emery, you’re only a little whore for me.” He got on his knees and yanked my panties down to my ankles. “Now it’s time for me to taste just how nasty you’ve been, you naughty girl.”

  He shoved his head between my legs and wasted no time getting to work licking and sucking aggressively. His tongue flicked over my slit over and over again while he slurped up all my juices loudly.

  “Oh, wow, oh, Jackson.” The chains around my wrists started to rattle loudly when my arms thrust into the shelf with my shaking body. “Oh.” My legs were buckling from pleasure and I could feel my juices growing more and more by the second.

  “Look at me when I’m sucking your sweet cunt, Emery,” Jackson demanded up at me. “I want you to be looking into my eyes when you fucking cum inside of my mouth, baby.” His hand drifted up and wrapped around my neck, forcing my head down so that I was looking at him. “Eyes open while I devour you, Emery, do you understand me?”

  “Shit, we need to stop! Not here!”

  “Do you understand me?” he asked again, more firmly.

  “Yes,” I whispered, barely able to hear myself.

  “Good.” He went back to his meal, keeping his eyes upward the whole time. He started getting really sloppy and loud, sucking so hard that my body was flying up and down with each thrust.

  “Jackson! Oh, shit!” My orgasm was building, shooting harder and harder toward my center. And that was when I heard it, a ruffle of sound from the other side of the library. “Someone’s coming!”

  Jackson forced my head downward again, letting me know he still wanted my eyes on his. My wetness was thrusting heavier and heavier, ready to crash into his waiting mouth. “The only one who’s cumming is you, baby.”

  “We have to… oh, shit…. We have to stop.”

  “Not until I get it, Emery.” He licked me again. “Not until I get my cum.”

  “Someone will see us!”

  “Not until I get it.”

  “Someone is coming!” I hissed.

  “Then you better give it to me quickly.”

  My body was too turned on to think straight so I pushed the thought of anyone closing in on us out of my mind as I looked down at Jackson and groaned loudly before finally letting all my juices free into his mouth.

  Oh, God, it felt so good to explode.

  Like I hadn’t in years even though it had only been hours.

  Jackson grunted in pleasure before lifting his head up and rubbing my pussy all over my mouth. “You see that, baby? That cunt is even sweeter every time I taste it. I swear to God you taste like fucking strawberries.”

  I was struggling to breathe and grow still again.

  A second later a few people walked past our row of shelves and I exhaled in relief when they passed without seeing us. I looked back at Jackson. “That was close. I have to get back. Someone’s definitely noticed by now. Can you unhook me, please?” I added the please on at the end to try and sound sweet. As hot as what had just happened was, I didn’t want to risk anyone catching me like this.

  “Relax, baby, you know I don’t mind an audience.” Jackson kissed me and then pushed off me, unhooking one of my sets of handcuffs with a set of keys he seemed to pull out of nowhere. When he was done he grabbed me by the free arm and swung my body around, pushing me over so that my head was resting on a stack of books and my bare ass was up in the air.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped.

  “Did you really think I would let you leave without digging my cock into my cunt, Emery?” He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed my hair down firmly. “No way in hell, I need to get what’s mine.”

  I hated myself for getting fucking wet again.

  “Baby, we can’t! I know we’re going to get caught!”

  “It’s okay, good girl, I’ll be really quick, I promise.” I could hear him fumbling with his belt hook rapidly. He slid inside of me quickly and roughly, not bothering to take his time. “I need to beat that fucking pussy up, Emery.”

  I gasped loudly and knocked my free hand into a stack of books, sending them flying all over the floor. “Oh.” His cock was fully inside of me, tearing me apart. The soreness he had left there earlier returned immediately as he tried to stretch my walls further and further.

  The wetness returned immediately as well.

  I could hear voices on the other side of the walls and I gasped as he plunged my body harder and harder into the wall, causing the shelves to shake loudly back and forth. “Someone’s coming in here!”

  He pushed into me harder. “Shh, not until I cum, baby.”

  “Jackson!” Crap, he was going to make me cum again.

  “You’re so tight, Emery,” he groaned. “I love fucking that tight little pussy raw, baby, shoving every inch of me inside of you.” He pushed harder and harder, grunting into
my ear.

  The door opened at the end of the hall.

  “Here they come!”

  “Shh, here I cum, too.” His cock vibrated a few times and then he was splashing his cum all over the inside of my walls. He pushed against me a few more times, panting heavily before pulling out of me.

  I gasped and picked my head up, turning back around. “Jesus.”

  Jackson shook his head. “So fucking hot.”

  Voices were getting closer and closer to us now and Jackson rolled his eyes when he saw the fear on my face, leaning down and pulling my panties and leggings back up so that I was covered. A group of girls walked by and a few of them paused to look at us before erupting into giggles and continuing on by.

  “Great,” I mumbled, watching Jackson readjust himself. “They’re sure to tell the whole library and then everyone will come back here hoping to catch a peek.” I shot him a glare. “Can you take these off?”

  Jackson tilted his head to the side, smirking. “You’re so worked up.”

  “You think?” I huffed.

  “You need time to calm down.”

  My heart picked up speed. “Jackson.”

  “I think I better leave you here for a while, Emery, just to make sure you aren’t going to do anything crazy once I take those things off.” He moved forward and kissed me. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He trailed his finger up and down my chest. “Maybe we can go for round two.”

  “Jackson!” I hissed. “You aren’t honestly going to leave me here!”

  He backed away from me slowly, smirking. “I’ve never loved anything as much as I love the power I have over you, Emery.” He shrugged. “Sometimes I think it might be the best high I’ve ever known.”

  “Jackson!” I yelled after him. “You just wait until I get out of here!”

  I heard his laughter echo from a distance.

  I couldn’t believe he was pulling a stunt like this. It had nothing to do with me having to calm down. It had everything to do with him wanting to control me, with him wanting to prove to me just how much he owned this entire situation.

  I tried to squeeze my wrist out of the handcuffs but it was useless. They were way too tight for me to make my way out of without tearing off my hand in the process. I couldn’t believe Jackson was up to his old tricks. I guess searching for his long-lost foster brother had been a temporary distraction from his all-time favorite game of cat and mouse with me.