Sofia brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face as she hurried across the quad, her ponytail swishing behind her. The early autumn breeze nipped at her cheeks. She clutched her books tighter to her chest, hoping she wasn't too late.
Professor Williamson's assignments were notoriously difficult and she'd put off starting the ten page paper until the last minute, as usual. She needed help and there was only one person she could think of to ask - Mark.
Mark sat on a bench outside the library, engrossed in a thick textbook. Sofia slowed her pace, taking a moment to appreciate the way the sun brought out the golden hues in his curly brown hair. He was always studying, nose buried in some dense tome. It was admirable, if a bit obsessive.
"Hey," she said, keeping her voice light and casual. "Mind if I join you?"
Mark looked up, blinking in surprise. "Oh, hey Sofia. Yeah, sure." He made room for her on the bench.
Up close, his chiseled jawline was even more striking. Sofia wondered idly what it would be like to run her fingers along it. She gave herself a mental shake. Focus.
"I was hoping you could help me with this assignment for Williamson's class," she said, holding up the paper. "I'm totally lost."
"Oh." Mark hesitated, looking pained. "I'm kind of in the middle of studying for an exam..."
Sofia's heart sank. She forced a bright smile. "No worries, I understand." She started to gather her things.
"Wait." Mark sighed. "I can spare a few minutes. What are you having trouble with?"
Sofia beamed at him, heart lifting. "Really? Thanks so much!" She slid closer, opening her notebook. Their knees brushed under the table. Sofia pointed to the assignment details, very aware of the heat of his skin through his jeans. "I'm supposed to analyze the impact of this era on society but I barely understand what it is."
"Ah, I see." Mark cleared his throat. "Well, let's start by breaking it down. Then we can look at the societal implications."
He launched into an explanation, rattling off terms like "postmodernism" and "the human condition". Sofia did her best to follow along but found her mind wandering to the cute way his brow furrowed in concentration and the shape of his lips as he spoke. She nodded along, asking questions here and there.
After a while, Mark glanced at his watch. "I should probably head to the library, need to keep hitting the books. But I can try to help more later if you still need it."
"Actually, I was just heading there myself," Sofia said quickly. "Mind if I tag along? I'd really appreciate the extra help."
Mark looked uncertain but nodded. "Sure, I guess."
They packed up their things and made their way inside the library. Sofia picked a table near the back, in a secluded corner behind the stacks. She took the seat next to Mark, careful to leave a respectable distance between them.
Over the next hour, they worked through the assignment together, Mark patiently breaking down the concepts into more digestible pieces. Sofia found herself picking it up more easily than she expected. His explanations were engaging, almost interesting. Or maybe it was just his passion for the subject shining through.
As they worked, she found her gaze repeatedly drawn to his hands - the controlled, purposeful movements as he scribbled notes, the elegant taper of his fingers. What would they feel like on her skin? She suppressed a shiver at the thought.
Sofia shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs. Her thigh brushed his, bolts of electricity shot through her leg and she saw him flinch too.
Sofia's heart raced at the brief contact. She glanced at Mark out of the corner of her eye. He was staring intently at his laptop screen, a faint blush creeping up his neck. Unless she was imagining it?
No, she couldn't be imagining the tension crackling between them, the magnetic pull. She shifted again, letting her leg rest against his. Mark's breath hitched, but he didn't move away. If anything, he seemed to lean into the touch ever so slightly.
Emboldened, Sofia let her hand fall to his thigh under the table. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the muscle tense under her palm. Slowly, torturously, she walked her fingers up his leg, stopping at the crease of his hip. Mark swallowed hard but held completely still, as if scared to move.
"Sofia," he breathed, voice rough. "What are you doing?"
"What do you want me to do?" she murmured, eyes locked on his. She traced the seam of his jeans with a fingernail.
Mark's eyes darkened, pupils dilating. Then suddenly he was reaching for her, tangling a hand in her hair as he crushed his lips to hers. Sofia sighed into the kiss, parting her lips to let him in. He tasted like mint and coffee.
He tugged her closer, the book on her lap tumbling forgotten to the floor. She swung her leg over to straddle his lap, pressing her chest flush against his. Mark moaned, deepening the kiss, his hands drifting down to cup her ass.
Sofia broke the kiss with a gasp, resting her forehead against his. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," she panted.
"I think I have some idea," Mark said wryly, grinding his hips against hers. Sofia bit her lip, feeling the hard length of him through their jeans.
"Fuck, Mark," she whimpered, rolling her hips in return. "Don't make me wait any longer. I need you."
He groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "Here? In the library?"
She nodded frantically, nipping along his jawline. "No one will see, I promise."
That seemed to snap the last of his restraint. He captured her lips again, tongue delving into her mouth as his hands slipped under her shirt. Sofia knew they were being reckless, that they could be caught at any moment. But somehow that only made it hotter.
They separated briefly, chests heaving. In a heated frenzy they wordlessly agreed to move in silent unison to a shadowed nook behind the shelves. Once there Mark pushed her up against the bookshelf, the spines of forgotten tomes digging into her spine. His hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt before slipping underneath, callouses rasping over the smooth skin of her stomach.
Sofia gasped, arching into his touch. She reached for the fly of his jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. Releasing him from the confines of his boxers she stroked him slowly, savoring the silken feel of his hardness hot against her palm. He bucked his hips, thrusting into her touch.
"Please," she whimpered, "I need more. I need you."
Mark shushed her frantically, aware of where they were, but dipped his hand beneath the waistband of her jeans all the same, delving into her panties. She was already soaked. His fingers circled her clit, smearing her wetness everywhere. "Is this what you want?" he whispered sultrily against the shell of her ear.
Sofia nodded, hooking a leg around his waist to grant him better access. He took full advantage, plunging two fingers deep inside her dripping heat. She bit back a moan, knuckles whitening around the bookshelf's edge.
He pumped his fingers, working her steadily. The sound of her wetness suctioning lewdly with each thrust punctuated the still library air, but they were too far gone to care, too consumed by lust. Mark nipped her neck, lapping the sting. "You're so wet for me," he growled. "You like this, don't you? Being fingered in public where anyone could catch us."
Sofia whined, eyes squeezing shut. Wantonly she ground her hips on his hand, seeking more, deeper. The risk of discovery, the wrongness of it all, was heightening everything to a fever pitch. She could feel her peak approaching, a tight coiling low in her belly.
"Come for me," Mark encouraged gutturally. "Cream all over my fingers like the dirty little minx you are."
The filthiness of his words was her undoing. She came with a muffled cry, burying her face in his shoulder to stifle the sound. Her walls clamped almost painfully around his fingers, hips bucking spasmodically.
As she came down from the high he withdrew, glistening fingers held up between them. Keeping their eyes locked Mark sucked them clean, humming in satisfaction around her taste. "Fucking delicious," he praised. "I need more."
In a flash he had her jeans and panties shed, hitching her leg high around his waist once more. Sofia felt him hot and hard against her inner thigh before with a grunt he finally buried himself to the hilt. They both moaned, trying to keep quiet.
Mark set a punishing pace, thrusting into her frantically like he couldn't get deep enough. The wet slap of their hips smashed together over and over vied with the thump of her spine hitting the bookshelf. All the while he laced filthy nothings into her ear, intermingled with breathy pants.
"Dripping...for me...so...fucking...tight," he grunted in time with his thrusts. "Your sweet little cunt feels so good choking my cock...you're gonna make me...fuck...gonna make me cum so hard."
"Then do it," Sofia taunted breathily. "Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me for days."
Her words sent him crashing over the edge with a bitten off moan. He buried himself as deep as he could go, painting her walls with thick ropes of cum. Mark's hips twitched through the aftershocks until he slipped out, seed leaking out to slick her thighs.
Professor Williamson's assignments were notoriously difficult and she'd put off starting the ten page paper until the last minute, as usual. She needed help and there was only one person she could think of to ask - Mark.
Mark sat on a bench outside the library, engrossed in a thick textbook. Sofia slowed her pace, taking a moment to appreciate the way the sun brought out the golden hues in his curly brown hair. He was always studying, nose buried in some dense tome. It was admirable, if a bit obsessive.
"Hey," she said, keeping her voice light and casual. "Mind if I join you?"
Mark looked up, blinking in surprise. "Oh, hey Sofia. Yeah, sure." He made room for her on the bench.
Up close, his chiseled jawline was even more striking. Sofia wondered idly what it would be like to run her fingers along it. She gave herself a mental shake. Focus.
"I was hoping you could help me with this assignment for Williamson's class," she said, holding up the paper. "I'm totally lost."
"Oh." Mark hesitated, looking pained. "I'm kind of in the middle of studying for an exam..."
Sofia's heart sank. She forced a bright smile. "No worries, I understand." She started to gather her things.
"Wait." Mark sighed. "I can spare a few minutes. What are you having trouble with?"
Sofia beamed at him, heart lifting. "Really? Thanks so much!" She slid closer, opening her notebook. Their knees brushed under the table. Sofia pointed to the assignment details, very aware of the heat of his skin through his jeans. "I'm supposed to analyze the impact of this era on society but I barely understand what it is."
"Ah, I see." Mark cleared his throat. "Well, let's start by breaking it down. Then we can look at the societal implications."
He launched into an explanation, rattling off terms like "postmodernism" and "the human condition". Sofia did her best to follow along but found her mind wandering to the cute way his brow furrowed in concentration and the shape of his lips as he spoke. She nodded along, asking questions here and there.
After a while, Mark glanced at his watch. "I should probably head to the library, need to keep hitting the books. But I can try to help more later if you still need it."
"Actually, I was just heading there myself," Sofia said quickly. "Mind if I tag along? I'd really appreciate the extra help."
Mark looked uncertain but nodded. "Sure, I guess."
They packed up their things and made their way inside the library. Sofia picked a table near the back, in a secluded corner behind the stacks. She took the seat next to Mark, careful to leave a respectable distance between them.
Over the next hour, they worked through the assignment together, Mark patiently breaking down the concepts into more digestible pieces. Sofia found herself picking it up more easily than she expected. His explanations were engaging, almost interesting. Or maybe it was just his passion for the subject shining through.
As they worked, she found her gaze repeatedly drawn to his hands - the controlled, purposeful movements as he scribbled notes, the elegant taper of his fingers. What would they feel like on her skin? She suppressed a shiver at the thought.
Sofia shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs. Her thigh brushed his, bolts of electricity shot through her leg and she saw him flinch too.
Sofia's heart raced at the brief contact. She glanced at Mark out of the corner of her eye. He was staring intently at his laptop screen, a faint blush creeping up his neck. Unless she was imagining it?
No, she couldn't be imagining the tension crackling between them, the magnetic pull. She shifted again, letting her leg rest against his. Mark's breath hitched, but he didn't move away. If anything, he seemed to lean into the touch ever so slightly.
Emboldened, Sofia let her hand fall to his thigh under the table. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the muscle tense under her palm. Slowly, torturously, she walked her fingers up his leg, stopping at the crease of his hip. Mark swallowed hard but held completely still, as if scared to move.
"Sofia," he breathed, voice rough. "What are you doing?"
"What do you want me to do?" she murmured, eyes locked on his. She traced the seam of his jeans with a fingernail.
Mark's eyes darkened, pupils dilating. Then suddenly he was reaching for her, tangling a hand in her hair as he crushed his lips to hers. Sofia sighed into the kiss, parting her lips to let him in. He tasted like mint and coffee.
He tugged her closer, the book on her lap tumbling forgotten to the floor. She swung her leg over to straddle his lap, pressing her chest flush against his. Mark moaned, deepening the kiss, his hands drifting down to cup her ass.
Sofia broke the kiss with a gasp, resting her forehead against his. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," she panted.
"I think I have some idea," Mark said wryly, grinding his hips against hers. Sofia bit her lip, feeling the hard length of him through their jeans.
"Fuck, Mark," she whimpered, rolling her hips in return. "Don't make me wait any longer. I need you."
He groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "Here? In the library?"
She nodded frantically, nipping along his jawline. "No one will see, I promise."
That seemed to snap the last of his restraint. He captured her lips again, tongue delving into her mouth as his hands slipped under her shirt. Sofia knew they were being reckless, that they could be caught at any moment. But somehow that only made it hotter.
They separated briefly, chests heaving. In a heated frenzy they wordlessly agreed to move in silent unison to a shadowed nook behind the shelves. Once there Mark pushed her up against the bookshelf, the spines of forgotten tomes digging into her spine. His hands roamed greedily over her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt before slipping underneath, callouses rasping over the smooth skin of her stomach.
Sofia gasped, arching into his touch. She reached for the fly of his jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. Releasing him from the confines of his boxers she stroked him slowly, savoring the silken feel of his hardness hot against her palm. He bucked his hips, thrusting into her touch.
"Please," she whimpered, "I need more. I need you."
Mark shushed her frantically, aware of where they were, but dipped his hand beneath the waistband of her jeans all the same, delving into her panties. She was already soaked. His fingers circled her clit, smearing her wetness everywhere. "Is this what you want?" he whispered sultrily against the shell of her ear.
Sofia nodded, hooking a leg around his waist to grant him better access. He took full advantage, plunging two fingers deep inside her dripping heat. She bit back a moan, knuckles whitening around the bookshelf's edge.
He pumped his fingers, working her steadily. The sound of her wetness suctioning lewdly with each thrust punctuated the still library air, but they were too far gone to care, too consumed by lust. Mark nipped her neck, lapping the sting. "You're so wet for me," he growled. "You like this, don't you? Being fingered in public where anyone could catch us."
Sofia whined, eyes squeezing shut. Wantonly she ground her hips on his hand, seeking more, deeper. The risk of discovery, the wrongness of it all, was heightening everything to a fever pitch. She could feel her peak approaching, a tight coiling low in her belly.
"Come for me," Mark encouraged gutturally. "Cream all over my fingers like the dirty little minx you are."
The filthiness of his words was her undoing. She came with a muffled cry, burying her face in his shoulder to stifle the sound. Her walls clamped almost painfully around his fingers, hips bucking spasmodically.
As she came down from the high he withdrew, glistening fingers held up between them. Keeping their eyes locked Mark sucked them clean, humming in satisfaction around her taste. "Fucking delicious," he praised. "I need more."
In a flash he had her jeans and panties shed, hitching her leg high around his waist once more. Sofia felt him hot and hard against her inner thigh before with a grunt he finally buried himself to the hilt. They both moaned, trying to keep quiet.
Mark set a punishing pace, thrusting into her frantically like he couldn't get deep enough. The wet slap of their hips smashed together over and over vied with the thump of her spine hitting the bookshelf. All the while he laced filthy nothings into her ear, intermingled with breathy pants.
"Dripping...for me...so...fucking...tight," he grunted in time with his thrusts. "Your sweet little cunt feels so good choking my cock...you're gonna make me...fuck...gonna make me cum so hard."
"Then do it," Sofia taunted breathily. "Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me for days."
Her words sent him crashing over the edge with a bitten off moan. He buried himself as deep as he could go, painting her walls with thick ropes of cum. Mark's hips twitched through the aftershocks until he slipped out, seed leaking out to slick her thighs.