The library was always quiet at this hour, the kind of hush that made the rustle of pages sound like thunder. Stella Cox adjusted her glasses, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned another page of The History of Erotic Art. She had chosen the most secluded corner, tucked between towering bookshelves, but the way her breath hitched every time the door creaked open betrayed her.
Bryan Gozzling didn’t belong here. Not in this sanctum of whispered knowledge, where the air smelled of old paper and polished wood. He was all sharp edges—tailored suit hugging broad shoulders, dark stubble shadowing a jaw that looked like it could cut glass, and eyes so green they seemed to glow in the dim light. Stella had noticed him the moment he walked in, the way his gaze swept the room like he was searching for something—or someone. When those eyes locked onto hers, she froze, her pulse hammering in her throat.
He didn’t look away. Instead, he smirked, slow and knowing, as if he’d already decided something about her. Stella’s face burned. She ducked her head, pretending to be absorbed in her book, but her peripheral vision caught the way he sauntered toward her, his polished shoes silent against the carpet.
“That’s an… interesting choice,” Bryan murmured, his voice rough, like gravel under slow tires. He leaned against the shelf beside her, close enough that she could smell his cologne—something dark and spicy, like whiskey and sin.
Stella swallowed. “I—I’m researching for a paper.”
“On erotic art?” His eyebrow arched. “What’s your major, Stella?”
Her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. “H-How do you know my name?”
Bryan chuckled, low and dark. “Your student ID was peeking out of your bag. And you’ve been biting your lip every time I looked at you.” His finger brushed her chin, tilting her face up. “Tell me, do you always get this flustered when a man talks to you?”
She should’ve pulled away. Should’ve told him to leave her alone. But the heat in his gaze pinned her in place. “I don’t—this isn’t—”
“You’re adorable when you stammer.” His thumb traced her bottom lip, and Stella’s breath hitched. “Tell me what you’re really reading that for. The pictures?”
Her cheeks flared. “No!”
“Liar.” His mouth hovered just above hers, his breath warm. “You’re curious, aren’t you? About what it’d be like to be touched like that. To be fucked like that.”
Stella’s thighs clenched. No one had ever spoken to her like this—so blunt, so dirty. She should’ve been offended. Instead, her nipples tightened under her sweater, her pussy throbbing with a need she barely understood. “You don’t know me,” she whispered, but it lacked conviction.
“Then let me.” His other hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her stomach, unmistakable even through their clothes. Stella gasped, her hands flying to his chest—but not to push him away. To hold on.
Bryan groaned, his lips crashing onto hers. The kiss was nothing like the chaste pecks she’d experienced before. His tongue plunged into her mouth, hot and demanding, twisting with hers as his hands gripped her ass, grinding her against his erection. Stella moaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her.
“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled, nipping her lower lip before trailing kisses down her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point, and Stella whimpered, her head falling back to give him better access. “I bet your cunt’s even sweeter.”
Her breath hitched. “Bryan—”
“Shh.” His hand slid under her skirt, his fingers gliding up her thigh. “Let me find out.”
She should’ve stopped him. The library was public. Anyone could walk in. But the thought only made her wetter, her panties dampening as his fingers inched closer to her aching heat. When he finally brushed her pussy over the lace, Stella jolted, a broken sound escaping her.
“Soaked,” Bryan murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He hooked a finger under the fabric, tugging it aside before slipping two fingers through her folds. Stella bit her lip to stifle a cry, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Oh god—”
“Not god.” His fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate. “Just me. And you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded frantically, her nails digging into his shoulders as he teased her entrance. “Please—”
“Please what?” His breath was hot against her ear. “Use your words, Stella. Tell me what you want.”
“I—I want you to—” She couldn’t say it. Couldn’t form the words, even as her body screamed for it.
Bryan chuckled darkly. “You want me to fuck you.” His fingers pushed inside her, curling to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. Stella’s knees buckled, a choked sob tearing from her throat. “Right here. Right now.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. “Yes, please.”
He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, Bryan lifted her onto the nearby study table, shoving her skirt up to her waist. The cool wood against her bare ass made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat in Bryan’s eyes as he dropped to his knees.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his hands gripping her thighs. Stella obeyed, her breath coming in ragged bursts as he dragged her to the edge of the table. His thumbs hooked into her panties, tearing them aside before his mouth descended on her pussy.
The first lick of his tongue against her clit had her back arching. “Oh fuck—”
“Louder,” Bryan growled against her flesh, his tongue swirling around her entrance before diving inside. Stella cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he ate her like a man starved. His tongue fucked her in deep, slow strokes, his nose pressing against her clit with every thrust. The sounds filling the library were obscene—wet, sloppy noises as he devoured her, her own desperate moans, the creak of the table under her writhing body.
“Bryan, I—I can’t—”
“You can.” His fingers replaced his tongue, pumping into her as his mouth sealed over her clit, sucking hard. Stella’s vision whited out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She came with a muffled scream, her thighs trembling around his head as he lapped up every drop.
Before she could catch her breath, Bryan stood, unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other kept her legs spread. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Stella’s mouth watered.
“You want this?” He stroked himself, his gaze locked on hers. “Want me to fill that tight little cunt with my cock?”
She nodded, her pussy clenching at the thought. “Yes. Now.”
Bryan didn’t need to be told twice. He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Stella held her breath as he pushed inside, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The burn was exquisite, the fullness almost too much—but she wanted more.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Bryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he bottomed out. “Like a fucking vice.” He pulled back slightly before slamming back in, and Stella cried out, her nails raking down his back.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice raw. “I need it harder.”
Bryan growled, his rhythm turning brutal. The table scraped against the floor with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the library. Stella’s tits bounced with each punishing stroke, her nipples aching for attention. Bryan noticed. His hand snaked under her sweater, pinching one tight bud as he fucked her.
“You like that?” he grunted, his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. “Like being used like a little slut in the library?”
“Yes!” Stella’s second orgasm built fast, her walls fluttering around him. “Yes, fuck—”
Bryan’s free hand clamped over her mouth just as she screamed, her cunt milking his cock as she came. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. His balls drew up tight, his own release barreling toward him as Stella’s nails dug into his ass, pulling him deeper.
“Gonna fill you up,” he snarled, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna breed this pretty cunt until you’re dripping with my cum.”
The words sent Stella over the edge again, her back arching as another orgasm ripped through her. Bryan followed with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came, his cum flooding her in thick, hot spurts.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the slow drip of his release from her well-used pussy. Bryan finally pulled out, his cum glistening on her thighs. Stella whimpered at the loss, her body already craving more.
Bryan smirked, tucking himself back into his pants. “Still think you’re shy, Stella?”
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. “Maybe I just needed the right motivation.”
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. “Good. Because I’m not nearly done with you.”
The next time they met, it was in Bryan’s penthouse. Stella had barely stepped inside before he had her pressed against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands roaming her body like he owned it. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
“Missed me?” Bryan murmured against her lips, his hands sliding under her dress to cup her bare ass.
“You know I did,” Stella breathed, grinding against the bulge in his pants. She’d worn no panties this time, her pussy already slick with anticipation.
Bryan groaned, lifting her effortlessly. Stella wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch, dropping her onto the soft leather before kneeling between her thighs. His mouth was on her before she could blink, his tongue spearing into her pussy as his fingers spread her open.
“So fucking wet,” he growled, his lips vibrating against her clit. “Always ready for me.”
Stella arched into his mouth, her hands gripping his hair. “Because you make me this way.”
His chuckle was dark, his breath hot against her folds. “Good.” His fingers joined his tongue, stretching her as he fucked her with both. Stella’s moans filled the room, her hips bucking against his face as he drove her higher.
When she was trembling on the edge, Bryan pulled back, his cock already out, stroking himself as he watched her writhe. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice rough.
Stella obeyed instantly, dropping to the floor in front of him. She took his cock in her hand, her tongue flicking over the slit before wrapping her lips around the head. Bryan hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat opening for him.
“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hips rocking gently. “Such a good girl, sucking my cock.”
Stella hollowed her cheeks, her hand working the base as she bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat. The taste of him—salt and musk—made her pussy throb. She moaned around his length, the vibration making Bryan’s thighs tense.
“Enough.” He pulled her off with a pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth, but I need to be inside you when I come.”
Stella whimpered as he flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her up onto her knees. His hand cracked across her ass, the sting making her gasp before he soothed the spot with a rough caress.
“You like that?” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to tease her pussy. “Like when I treat you like my little fucktoy?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing back against his touch. “I love it.”
Bryan didn’t make her wait. He lined himself up, his cock pressing against her entrance before sliding home in one smooth thrust. Stella cried out, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as he filled her completely.
“So tight,” Bryan groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled back and slammed into her again. “Like you were made for my cock.”
Stella could only moan in response, her body already climbing toward another release. Bryan’s thrusts were relentless, his balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, wet and obscene, mixed with Stella’s breathless pleas.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder.”
Bryan growled, his pace turning punishing. The couch creaked under them, his cock pistoning in and out of her at a brutal rhythm. Stella’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clamping down around him as she screamed his name.
Bryan followed with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. Stella collapsed onto the couch, her body boneless, but Bryan wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, his mouth crashing onto hers as his fingers found her clit again.
“You’re mine,” he growled between kisses. “Say it.”
Stella’s eyes fluttered open, her lips swollen from his kisses. “I’m yours.”
Bryan smirked, his fingers circling her clit faster. “Again.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her back arching as another orgasm tore through her. Bryan watched her with dark satisfaction, his cock already hardening again.
And Stella knew—she’d never get enough.
Weeks later, Stella found herself bent over Bryan’s desk in his office, her skirt hiked up, her panties torn aside. Bryan’s hand was tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her from behind, his cock driving into her with deep, punishing strokes.
“You’re such a slut for me,” he growled, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “Always wet. Always ready.”
Stella could only moan, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the desk as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud in the quiet office, the scent of sex thick in the air.
“Touch yourself,” Bryan ordered, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Stella didn’t hesitate. Her hand snaked between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as Bryan’s cock stretched her open. The dual sensation sent her spiraling, her orgasm crashing over her as she cried out, her pussy milking his cock.
Bryan groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck, Stella—” His cock swelled inside her, his cum flooding her in hot pulses as he came with a guttural groan.
Stella collapsed onto the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Bryan pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her well-used pussy. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.
“Still think you’re shy?”
Stella laughed breathlessly, turning her head to capture his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. “Not with you.”
Bryan’s smirk was pure sin. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
And Stella knew—she didn’t want him to.