Students were already settled into their classes, leaving the empty hallways quiet except for the distant sound of teachers lecturing. Zack pulled Anna toward the library entrance, his steps quick and confident. "Library is empty this period, Mrs. Andres always takes first period for a coffee break," he said, glancing at his watch. He pushed open the library doors, the familiar scent of old books filling the air. The main room was empty, bright and modern. Left of the entrance are several light wooden tables paired with matching wooden chairs. The chairs were neatly pushed in. To the right of the entrance and extending into the back of the library, there are multiple tall wooden bookshelves arranged in parallel rows. The shelves are filled with a wide variety of books. "Which room were you thinking?" Zack asked in a husky whisper. "One of those private rooms in the back," Anna said eagerly, pointing to the back of the library.
Zack's eyes followed her pointing finger, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Perfect, those rooms have soundproof doors. Nobody will hear a thing," he growled, his voice low and husky. He did not wait for her to lead the way- instead, he grabbed her hand firmly and pulled her along behind him. His long strides ate up the distance between them. They passed the Librarians desk at the back and went in to the back room where there were rows of private study rooms. "Watching you walk into class with that asshole's apology still hanging in the air... It made me want to bend you over the nearest desk and fuck you until you forget his name," he muttered as they passed row after row of silent shelves. His hand tightened around hers as they reached the row of small rooms. Each door had a small window, but most were covered by peace curtains. "Pick one," he requests impatiently. Anna led him into the room on the furthest left. Inside was a wide walnut table with four plastic chairs around it. The floor was lined by velvet carpets. Once inside the room, Anna let go of his hand, dropped her backpack on the floor and walked over to the table. She turned to face him and leaned against the table. "Here is perfect," she said seductively.
Zack's eyes darkened as he watched her lean against the wide walnut table, the way her body curved with confidence made his pulse race. He kicked the door shut behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small room. "Perfect is an understatement," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he dropped his backpack on the floor and stalked toward her. "This room is made for us." His hands found her waist, pulling her away from the table and against his chest. The heat between their bodies was immediate, electric. His hands slid down to grip her thighs firmly, lifting her onto the edge of the table. The walnut surface groaned softly under her weight as he stepped between her legs. "You are mine," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She gasped sweetly, her hands moving to his broad shoulders, holding on tight. She smiles softly and whispers, "Yes I am." Zack's breath caught in his throat at her whispered confirmation, his hands tightening on her thighs. The sound of her agreement sends a jolt straight to his core, making him harder than he already was. "Good girl, say it again. Tell me you are mine while I am making you come all over this table," he growls, his voice rough with need. His lips crash against hers in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. One hand moves up to tangle in her hair while the other begins working at the button and zipper of his jeans.
"I have wanted this since last night. I thought about you in bed alone, while a jacked off imagining how tight you would feel around my cock." The zipper of his pants slides down easily as he pushes them down just enough to free himself. His erection springs forward, thick and already leaking pre-cum. "Touch me," he commanded. "You... You masturbated thinking about me?" she asked with a satisfied smile. Her one hand moved from his shoulders down to his hard erection. Her fingertips trail along his chest as it moves down. Zack groaned deeply as her fingers wrapped around his hard cock, his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "Every fucking night," he admits roughly, his forehead resting against hers. His hands grip the edge of the table on either side of her hips, knuckles turning white as he fights for control. "Fuck, your hand feels so good," he pants, thrusting gently into her palm. The sound of their heavy breathing and occasional groans are muffled. Outside the soundproof door, the library remains silent- completely unaware of what is happening in this secluded room. "Don't stop, keep touching me just like that," Zack begs desperately, his voice cracking slightly.
Anna moves her hand faster along his hard cock. Zack's eyes flash with pure lust as he watches her hand move up and down between them, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, baby, you are killing me," he groans, his hips snapping forward into her touch. Anna widens her legs and slips her other hand between her legs, under her black mini skirt, so her fingertips rub against her core through her underwear. Zack's gaze drops to where her other hand is hidden beneath her black mini skirt, and a possessive growl rips from his throat. "Show me... Show me how wet you are getting for me," he demands roughly. His hands moved to the hem of her skirt, fingers tugging it up roughly. "I want to see you touching yourself while I fuck your hand," he commands, his voice thick with need. The walnut table creaks under the weight of their bodies as Zack leaned over her, bracing himself with one hand while the other slides under her skirt to feel for himself how wet she has become. "You are soaked already," he murmured darkly, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear.