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“B-Brick…”
She shuddered where she was pressed against the wall, shaky fingers carding through unruly crimson hair as a matching set of eyes gazed up at her with heavy lids.
“Shhh,” came his low murmur, and the hot puff of air against the satin skin of her inner thigh had her biting her lip to silence a needy whimper.
“Don’t want to get caught, Pinky.”
Despite her desire, she shot him a glare, but the smirk he gave her in return told her he didn’t buy her ire for a second.
“Stop calling me that.”
“Awww,” he hummed, securing her leg over his shoulder and flipping up the hem of her skirt to get an unobstructed view of her sensible cotton panties with the little scarlet bow and a damp spot along the crotch.
“But it’s so fitting.”
He dipped two fingers beneath her gusset and pulled it aside to reveal her cunt, and his tongue dragged over his bottom lip hungrily.
“This part of you is awfully pretty and pink.”
She sank her teeth into her knuckle when he rasped his calloused thumb against her clit, her other hand clenching in his hair so tightly that he released an impassioned growl.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered tremulously, glancing around to make sure they were still the only two students in the corridor.
This section of the library was still blessedly void of any possible onlookers, but her super hearing could detect others milling about just a few aisles over.
"Someone might see us…"
She cut herself off with a gasp when he pressed a chaste kiss right above where she was positively aching for his touch.
"That's half the fun of it, though."
He trailed his lips lower, applying the faintest amount of pressure to her swollen nerves but never enough to satisfy. His breath - so very hot against her icy flesh - rose goosebumps in its wake.
"The thought that, at any moment, someone could pass by and catch a glimpse of perfect little Blossom Utonium with a Rowdyruff Boy between her legs."
With that, he buried himself in her cunt, licking a scorching line all the way up to her clit before sucking it fervently into his mouth.
She slapped a hand over her mouth, a feeble attempt at staving off the moan that broke from her throat in a desperate bid for freedom.
She had known Brick's tongue was wicked; he could hurl insults and cut scathing remarks as easily as breathing, but before their secret trysts had started she would have never assumed just how wicked he could really be.
Egg on her face, she supposed.
Even more devious were his hands - large and square-palmed with lithe fingers that prodded the sodden entrance to her body before expertly sinking two inside to the knuckle.
"Brick!"
He gave her a sharp look, silently urging her to quell her high-pitched keens even while he made it all the more difficult by thrusting and curling his fingers, coaxing her into an arch where she was hopelessly pinned.
Playing with her like that for a few breathless moments, he was just about to nudge her over the edge into bliss when he pulled away.
She made an affronted squeak and shot him through with a narrow-eyed stare where he sat kneeling before her, licking his lips and fingers clean of her slick arousal with an air of innocence unbefitting of such a cruel man.
"What?" he asked, his tone dark and sinful as it passed over her like a physical caress.
"Did you want to cum, baby?"
She bit her tongue hard enough to taste the coppery tang of blood to keep from whining, nodding her head in what she hoped wasn't too enthusiastic of an answer.
"Hmmm…" he rumbled thoughtfully, eyes traveling along her disheveled appearance with what she could only describe as a prideful expression on his face.
When finally his gaze met her own, the corners of his mouth twitched into the most evil grin she had seen.
"You'll have to beg me for it."
Her jaw dropped, brows creasing as she shook her head.
"I'm not going to-"
"Fine."
He effortlessly stood from his folded position, grabbing his hat from where it had fallen due to her wandering hands and placing it backwards on his head.
"Catch you later, then."
She stared after him agape as he turned and gave her a half-assed salute over his shoulder before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering away.
That…that jerk!
He was really going to just leave her there like this, with her skirt rucked up and her panties soaked through?
Reformed though he may be, it seemed he still couldn't shake some villainous tendencies, and while her insides clenched at his sudden departure, she couldn't shirk her pride enough to give him what he wanted.
Huffing, she turned up her nose and uttered a sour, "Fine."
He paused at the end of the aisle, his curiosity piqued when instead of either begging him to fuck her or pulling herself together and pretending like nothing had happened, she simply moved to sit on the edge of the desk she had only moments ago been using to study.
A single auburn eyebrow arched, and he pivoted to watch her out of the corner of his eye as she pulled off her underwear and sank her fingers inside herself without preamble.
If he wasn't going to finish her off, then she'd do it herself, darn it!
Tilting her head back so her ginger locks pooled on the table behind her, she spread her legs wide to accommodate her frantic movements, hoping to bring herself to a speedy end - and maybe give him a good show while she was at it.
"Oh, God," she whispered when she struck a sensitive spot. His fingers always felt better, but she was determined to take back the orgasm he had stolen from her, and in no time at all she felt the tension build back up within her.
The crackle of supersonic energy was her only warning before her hand was ripped away, her release once again denied, and her eyes sparked with indignation as they settled on Brick where he now stood directly in front of her with his fingers curled around her wrist.
He considered the drenched digits for a second, and then he popped them into his mouth, snarling low and long within the depths of his chest.
"Such a sore fucking loser," he muttered when he was done, leaning in close to grind against her, and she could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her bare cunt through his jeans.
"Everything Nice my ass."
"Shut up and fuck me," she said, impatient to get him inside her now that it was clear he wasn't going to leave her on the precipice this time, and he chuckled even as he reached down to undo his belt buckle.
"Language, Kitten."
She groaned and winced, burying her face in the crook of his neck and subtly enjoying the scent of his body spray.
"That's worse than 'Pinky', Brick."
His only response was another amused chuckle as he shifted his pants and briefs down just enough to allow him room to pull his cock out, teasing it along her glistening cunt.
"Wait!"
To his credit, he stopped and pulled away, glancing down at her with his head cocked in question, but in lieu of answering him, she pushed him away and gave him her back.
"What are you-"
His mouth slammed shut with an audible click of teeth when she bent at the waist, putting her pert rear on display as she tossed her hair and gave him a look over her shoulder.
"Like this."
A faint flush had gathered across his freckled cheeks, and it was her turn to smirk at his slip in composure.
"Right…"
Grasping her hips in a firm hold, he leaned over her from behind, his sweltering heat making sweat gather all along her spine, and in a fluid motion, he slid inside her to the hilt.
His breath escaped him on a shaky exhale, hers on a low-pitched sob that was suddenly muffled when he yanked her head around by her ponytail and covered her mouth with his own.
He ground deep, letting her feel every single inch of him before dragging his hips back agonizingly slowly. His next thrust forward was calculated, aimed right at the spot that had her clenching and fluttering around him, and with a cocky smirk pressed into the hollow of her throat, his pace quickened.
Like every other time they came together like this, it was electric - no other person could make her feel this way, loathe as she was to admit it.
As he was so fond of reminding her, they were made for each other.
Teeth sank into lips, nails bit into forgiving flesh, grips turned bruising, all with the knowledge that every single mark would be healed before anyone would have the chance to see them.
Their dirty little secret.
"W- wait," she gasped when he drew quick, perfect circles into her needy clit, sending her hurtling toward her end before she was ready.
His smile was pure sin, his movements never ceasing even when her hand shot down to grab his wrist in a fruitless attempt to stop him.
"Don't wanna cum yet? But you were so ready to finish around your little fingers earlier…"
His other hand slid up her torso, pausing briefly to squeeze each of her breasts through her uniform top, and then he was tenderly cupping her throat and arching her back until she was held flush against him.
"You're close, I can feel it. You always look so pretty when you're about to cum," he growled in her ear, placing a deceptively sweet kiss against her temple as her vision began to blur and the coil in her belly wound tighter.
"C'mon, Bloss. Give it to me."
His demand coupled with the press of his fingers against her windpipe was all it took to push her past her limits, and she could only choke out some garbled version of his name as she came around him in a hot, wet rush.
"Fuck, that's it, baby. Cum for me, just like that," he babbled into her sweat-slick skin, his hips stuttering as he succumbed to the tight clutch of her desperate cunt.
The both of them doubled over, his overwhelming heat surrounding her where she was now pushed against the desk, but it was far from unpleasant while she shook and shuddered through the final throes of passion, especially when he wove his fingers through hers where they rested on the tabletop.
Their panting breaths - hers with a frosty mist to them while he was choking back smoke - was the only sound in the small alcove for several long minutes as their heartbeats calmed. It was a nice moment, allowing them both to float down from their highs, and she basked in the tranquil afterglow.
Of course, Brick had to open his mouth and ruin it.
"Jesus, Pinky. You're lucky I'm not a mortal man," he grunted, flitting gentle fingers down her spine in a soothing gesture that didn't match his tone.
"You would have crushed my dick with how hard you were clenching around me if I was."
She groaned and dropped her forehead against the desk. She would have shoved him if her knees weren't still knocking.
"God, Brick, way to kill the mood."
He chuckled in response, flattening his palm against her lower back and shifting to pull out of her.
They both hissed at the final suggestion of movement, and then she jolted when she felt him spread her open with his thumb.
"Pretty," he commented at the way their combined fluids leaked from her messy little hole, and her face ignited in a blush as she reached down to smack him away.
"Stop being gross."
"Oh, what, you can give me a show but I can't enjoy the view?" he teased but relented with a final pat to her rear, helping her to her feet and lazily watching her work to straighten her appearance.
"There's a difference between enjoying the view and being gross," she muttered, and then looked around with a furrowed brow.
"Brick…where are my panties?"
The way his lips curled gave her the same feeling she got when she was about to fight a villain, but just as she opened her mouth to scold him he swooped in and silenced her with a kiss.
"Catch you later, babe. Your place tonight, yeah?"
And as he turned on his heel to stalk away, she caught a glimpse of white fabric hanging out of the back pocket of his jeans.