She spotted him in the back corner of the third floor, the quiet section nobody used after 9 p.m. He was tall, broad shoulders in a worn hoodie, flipping through some thick textbook like he actually gave a shit. She’d come up here to study but her pussy was already wet from the thought of doing something filthy where anyone could walk by.
She walked straight up, dropped her bag on the floor, and leaned against the shelf beside him. “You look bored,” she said, voice low.
“Want to fuck instead?”
He looked up, eyes dark. No hesitation. “Here?”
“Right here. Pull my skirt up and put your cock in me before someone comes.”
He didn’t waste time. His hand went straight under her short plaid skirt, fingers shoving her thong aside and finding her slick cunt. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. She bit her lip to stay quiet.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered, pumping them in and out fast. “Been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”
She nodded, grinding down on his hand. “Get your dick out. I want it now.”
He unzipped, freed his thick cock, already hard and leaking. She turned, braced both hands on the metal shelf, and arched her back. He yanked her thong down to her thighs and lined up, pushing the head against her entrance.
He drove in hard on the first thrust, burying himself balls-deep. She gasped, the stretch burning in the best way. Books rattled on the shelf as he started fucking her, short, rough strokes that made her ass jiggle against his hips.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping her waist. “College girl pussy feels so fucking good.”
She pushed back to meet every thrust, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filling the narrow aisle. “Harder. Don’t hold back. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
He slammed into her faster, the shelf creaking. One hand reached around to rub her clit in quick circles while he pounded her. She came fast, cunt clenching around him, biting her forearm to muffle the moan.
He didn’t stop. Pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the edge of the low return cart. Her legs wrapped around him as he shoved back inside, fucking her upright so every thrust hit deep. Her tits bounced under her thin top; he yanked it down and sucked a nipple hard while he kept driving into her.
“Tell me how bad you want my cum,” he said against her skin.
“Fill me up. I want it dripping out of me while I walk out of here.”
He groaned, pace turning frantic. She reached down to rub her clit again, chasing another orgasm. When she came the second time her whole body shook, pussy milking him. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot pulses flooding her.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. He pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down her thigh. She wiped it with her fingers, licked them clean, then fixed her skirt.
“Same time tomorrow?” she asked, already walking away.
He grinned, tucking his cock back in his jeans. “Bring a friend.”
