Page 98 of Campus Muscle

“Trace,” I whispered, the word hitching as his fingers hooked into the damp fabric of my underwear.

“Shh,” he murmured against my jaw, his breath a hot, teasing caress. “Someone might hear you.”

I swallowed a whimper as he pushed the fabric aside, his fingers finding my core, already soaked and pulsing for him. The moment he touched my clit, a jolt shot through me. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, desperate to keep the moan building in my throat from escaping into the open, very public air.

He leaned into me, his chest pinning my arms back as he began to work two fingers inside me. He was demanding but gentle, savoring the feel of my wet pussy, stretching me out while his thumb maintained a steady, ruthless rhythm on my clit. I was coming apart. Fast.

I tried to roll my hips, to find the friction I desperately needed, but he kept his grip firm, forcing me to take every sensation at his pace.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed into my ear, and the controlled arousal in his voice sent a fresh spill of juices dripping out of me. “And so damn loud. If I do this... will you stay quiet?”

He increased the speed, his fingers curling inside me to hit that one spot that made my vision go white. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my teeth sinking in to stifle a scream. The shelf groaned behind us, a rhythmic creak that sounded like a siren in the stillness.

“Someone’s coming,” I managed to choke out, my eyes snapping toward the edge of the aisle as distant footsteps echoed from somewhere unseen.

Trace didn’t pull away. He didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers, either. If anything, the threat made him thrust deeper, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched the panic and pleasure battle for dominance on my face. He knew exactly what this was doing to me, the way my pussy clenched around him. Vulnerable. So fucking needy.

He was daring me to break, to let out the sound that would ruin us both.

The footsteps grew closer, and I sucked in a breath.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His hand came up to cover my mouth. “Serves you right for looking so fucking hot in my jersey. This is what you get.”

He thrust into me so hard it sent the shelf rocking. A few books fell down, thumping to the carpeted floor with a muted thud. Our bodies naturally stilled, and we clung to each other. My heart hammering so loud in my chest I was sure they could hear it downstairs. That they’d know what we were up to, and send security to throw us out.

My pussy walls clenched once, the thrill taking over, and Trace pulled his cock out with painstaking slowness. Almost all the way. Leaving just his tip to tease my entrance. Then, eyes locked on mine, he inched into me again. Just as slowly. A surprising demonstration of acute restraint and control. Once he was all the way inside, he repeated the same motion, fucking me slow and solid while making sure I stayed quiet.

A broken breath forced its way in through my nose, and I pried my jaw just wide enough to bring it down hard, my teeth sinking into his palm. His composure broke with a silent scream as he glared at me.

“And that’s what you get for being so goddamn bossy.” I interlocked my hands behind his head and crashed his mouth to mine, slipping my tongue in for more of that dizzying taste.

He liked to act as though he were too cool and untouched by any of this, but his eyes shone with nothing less than starvation. A man on the brink. Tough guy running back, but he couldn’t hide from me.

But fuck if I wasn’t totally into it.

He felt so fucking good sliding into me all slow, and the fact that I couldn’t voice it turned me on even more. So I moved my hips too, silently matching the lazy rhythm he’d been setting.

It was no surprise when, just a few strokes later, intense heat coiled low in my belly. My pussy clamped down tightly around his cock, sucking him in and holding him there. One look at my face, and a knowing smile stole onto his mouth.

“That’s it.” Trace rocked his hips without removing his dick from me. “That’s my girl. Nice and quiet.”

The world narrowed to the exact point where Trace was buried inside me. No more footsteps. No more anything.

The tension in my belly finally snapped, sending a violent, shimmering wave of pleasure through my body. I threw my head back, my eyes closing tight as the first contraction seized around his cock, squeezing him with a greedy, violent pulse.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to let out a wrecked, broken sob that would carry down to the first floor and across the quad. But Trace’s hand was suddenly there, his thumb hooking over my jaw to tilt my face back to his.

“Take it,” he breathed, his own voice trembling with the effort of not coming. “Squeeze me, Dakota. Just like that. Don’t you dare make a sound.”

I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, fighting the explosion of noise building in my lungs. Every time his dick rocked deeper, my walls spasmed, milking him in a silent, euphoric blur of sensation. The friction was a sensory overload, made a thousand times more intense by the absolute stillness of the library around us.

Trace watched me with a primal hunger, and his nostrils flared as he drank in the sight of my undoing. He increased the pressure, grinding his hips into me at a punishing angle that kept me right at the peak of the climax, stretching out the release until I thought my heart would stop.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmured, his lips grazing my temple. “Look at you. Coming so hard and you’re not even whispering. Such a good girl.”

The praise was the final blow. I felt a second, even more powerful wave of heat crest and crash over me. I was drowning in it. The feel of him filling me, the scent of his skin, and the terrifying thrill of our shared secret. I bucked once, a silent, convulsive jerk of my hips, my pussy wringing him out as the climax finally began its slow, grueling taper, leaving me trembling and utterly shattered against his chest.

I was still trembling when Trace suddenly gripped my waist and guided me away from the shelf, his cock still buried inside me. The world tilted and flipped, and I was bent over the table where I’d been studying. My palms slid over my scattered notes, struggling to find purchase as he angled my hips up to meet him.