#SSceneC2017 : Q4 : Angela Snyder vs Vanessa North @AuthorAngelaS @byVanessaNorth

As soon as I open the door of the library, her soft, melodic voice carries across the library as I enter.  Wearing earbuds from her newly acquired iPod shuffle clipped to her shirt, Adeline dances through the library, completely oblivious that I’m watching her.

I allow the door to close quietly behind me, and I sit down on a nearby leather chair to enjoy the show.

She’s wearing yoga pants, and there’s a slim gap visible between her luscious thighs as she moves.  The dark material is pulled tightly against her plush, little ass, and I hold back the groan threatening to release from my throat.

I watch as she puts books away, softly singing and gyrating her hips in a seductive dance that makes my cock twitch in my pants.  My hand moves down to my hard length pressing painfully against my zipper.  I stroke myself through the material a few times, biting back another groan.

“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

Slowly, I stand and stalk towards her like an animal on the prowl, unbuttoning and stripping out of my dark suit jacket and my long-sleeve, white button-up shirt on the way.  Her back is still to me, her melodious voice drawing me in.  She’s oblivious that I’m coming for her, oblivious to the things I want to do to her right now, and that thought makes me rock fucking hard.

I feel like at any moment I could spontaneously combust; I want her so badly.  Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. She calls to me like one of the Sirens from Greek mythology, and I would gladly crash into a thousand jagged rocks for just a single touch from her.

Adeline turns to grab a book, and that’s when she spots me out of the corner of her eye.  She jumps and a half-hearted scream partially escapes her lips before she realizes it’s just me.

The recognition and dissipation of fear in her eyes does something to me then.  She trusts me.  But over and above that, she sees me as her protector…perhaps maybe even something more.

I gently pull the earbuds from her ears and unclip the iPod from her tight, little shirt, which is emphasizing the rise and fall of her luscious tits as erratic pants escape her full lips.

“Lucien,” she says in a breathy whisper.  “You scared me.  I didn’t even know you were…”

Her voice trails off as my fingertips graze the soft material of her shirt.  Without speaking a word, my hand travels down her flat stomach and finds her mound through the thin material of her pants.  I can feel the heat coming from her core, and it turns me the fuck on.

She releases a shuddering breath as I stroke her through the fabric.  I just had her last night, but I’m quickly learning that I’ll never get my fill of her.  And by the way her moans are bouncing off the library walls, I don’t think Adeline has gotten quite enough of me yet either.

My lips find hers, swallowing a moan as I plunge my tongue into her mouth and tangle my free hand in her hair, holding her tightly in place and possessing her in every way possible.  I can feel her pussy growing wet, soaking the material and my fingertips.

“Fuck, Adeline,” I growl against her mouth.  I pull back to stare into her eyes.  “Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?”

Adeline gives me a worried and confused look for a moment, but her expression soon turns to surprise when I reach down and grip the crotch of her pants.  With one quick tear, I split the seams, growling like a fucking animal.

She makes me feel reckless.  She makes me feel crazy sometimes.  But most of all, she makes me feel.

I stare down at the hole I created and realize she’s not wearing anything under the yoga pants.  “No panties,” I hiss, my eyes meeting hers.  “Such a bad girl,” I tell her with a smirk.  She sinks her perfect, white teeth into her plump lower lip, making my dick jump at the sight.

“I need to be inside of you.  Now,” I growl.  Not wanting to wait another second without feeling her tight pussy grasping my hard cock, I quickly unzip my pants, pull them down over my hips and slip out my aching cock.  “This is going to be quick…and hard,” I warn her.

“That’s exactly what I want,” is her response, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

My hands grip her ass, and I haul her petite body up in my arms with ease.  She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.  Without hesitating, I line up my cock and force her down on my length, impaling her.

Adeline’s cries echo in the vast room, and it’s like a fucking symphony with notes only I can hear.  I force myself to still and allow her a moment to adjust, because I’m already too far gone to think about anything else but fucking her in this moment.

I move us up against one of the bookshelves, and pull out slowly, thrusting shallowly into her tight, little pussy and allowing her wetness to coat the length of my cock.

She feels so damn good, and I feel like I’m not going to last more than a few seconds.  That’s when I realize why it feels so different this time — I’m in her bare for the first time.  I was so consumed with lust that I didn’t even think about putting a condom on.

Adeline must be able to sense my apprehension, because she asks, “Lucien, what’s wrong?”

I pull back to look in her eyes, those emerald orbs that I could stare into forever.  “Nothing,” I whisper to her.  Nothing at all.

I watch her beautiful face morph into pure ecstasy as I begin to thrust in and out of her, her soft, wet cunt gripping me so tightly.  Her sexy moans fill my ears, and it drives me mad with the overpowering desire to take her, to fucking make her mine.

Slapping my right hand against the wall of books behind her, I rut into her over and over, wringing out every cry and groan and orgasm that I can get out of her sexy, lithe body.

On her third orgasm, she’s trembling against me, her grip on me loosening as she struggles to keep up her strength.  But I’m not done with her yet.

Holding her trembling body against me, I step out of my pants, which had pooled around my ankles, and move us to a leather sofa where I gently lay her down.  With her legs in the air and her ankles at my ears, I fuck her slow and deep.  At this angle, I’m able to reach every inch of her, and I fucking love it.

Adeline shakes her head back and forth, moaning nonsensical things as another orgasm racks her body, making her legs quiver in my grip.

“More,” I demand from her as my hips piston against her.  The sounds of my balls slapping against her wet pussy and our ragged breaths are the only noises filling up the quiet library now.

I’m fucking her like an animal, our lovemaking like some kind of fucked-up ritual bringing us closer than ever before.

I pick up my pace, and I can sense when Adeline is going to have another orgasm by the way she tenses and her tight, little cunt starts gripping me harder and harder.

“Lucien!” she cries out as the pleasure hits her.  Hard.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl at the sound of my name flying past her lips over and over again.

I stare down at our joined union, my thick cock filling her tight, wet pussy.  And that’s what sends me over the edge.  In that moment I know I should pull out, but I can’t seem to force my cock to listen to me.

With a groan that sounds like a fucking roar, I grip the back of the leather sofa with my right hand as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had erupts through me, my seed filling her to the brim as I pump in and out of her one…two…three more times.

Panting and completely out of breath, I collapse into Adeline’s arms, keeping most of my weight off of her with my trembling forearms.  Our bodies are sticky and covered in a sheen of sweat as we lay there together, our thundering heartbeats racing against one another.

Adeline’s hands run their way over my back, skating over my scars gently and then through my damp hair as she whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

I stare down at this mythical, beautiful creature with hooded emerald eyes and a sly smile of satisfaction on her lovely face.

And it’s right in that exact moment that I fall so fucking hard for Adeline that it physically hurts.

“If you’re up for it, I know how to take your mind off the wait.” Trey palmed himself through his jeans. “Come here.”

Those fey hazel eyes of Ryan’s widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. “There?”

Trey nodded, and Ryan stood up and crossed the room. Even though it was warm in the house, goose bumps were scattered across Ryan’s naked chest. As soon as he was in arm’s reach, Trey gripped him around the waist and pulled him close so he could trace them with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” Ryan murmured, his head falling back.

Would Trey ever get enough of how Ryan felt under his hands? He ran them up over Ryan’s nipples, trying to memorize the gasps and the shivers of Ryan’s response. Touching Ryan might as well be catching lightning in a mason jar—no matter how electric it was, it couldn’t last forever. Every laughter-filled kiss was one kiss closer to the end of summer, and Ryan’s return to LA. Trey shuddered and his hands tightened on Ryan’s hips. To hide the sudden melancholy sweeping through him, he leaned forward and tugged the button of Ryan’s shorts open with his teeth.

Ryan’s hand came to rest on Trey’s head as he eased the zipper open and tugged Ryan’s briefs and shorts down to expose his cock. Trey took his time worshipping Ryan’s dick, rubbing his lips along the length and tugging gently on the sack. As much as he wanted to take Ryan deep and hear him groan, he held off. He licked lightly at the head, then drew back and blew on the tender skin.

“Oh—fuck that’s—you’re a goddamn tease.” Ryan groaned.

“Mmmmm.” Trey hummed and gave Ryan’s balls another tug. “What do you want, Ryan? You want me to fuck you?”

“I want your mouth on my dick.”

Trey smiled up at him wickedly, then gave him another slow swipe of his tongue. “Seems like you’ve already got that.”

Ryan jerked at his hair. “Please?”

And Trey couldn’t resist that request. He took as much of Ryan into his mouth as he could, pulling back only when his eyes watered and he gagged. Ryan’s hips moved forward, as if chasing Trey’s mouth.

“I can’t—” Ryan grasped Trey’s hair with both hands, like he was trying to gain control of his own body through holding onto Trey. But that wasn’t what Trey wanted. He wanted Ryan out of control like the summer storm he was. He pulled off Ryan’s dick and looked him right in the eye.

“Don’t hold back.”

Before Ryan could say anything more, Trey took him deep again. Was he trying to prove something to Ryan? To himself? Did it matter when Ryan was groaning like that, and burying his hands in Trey’s hair? Trey let go of Ryan’s hips and let Ryan take over the pace, let him push deeper and drive in harder.

Letting someone else take control like this, use him like this—this was a measure of trust he hadn’t given anyone in a long time, and it was decadent and thrilling and terrifying all at once.

He gagged again, and tears sprang into his eyes, but then Ryan bit out a whispered “I’m gonna—”

Trey grabbed Ryan’s hips and swallowed around him, letting him know this wasn’t just okay, this was what he wanted—

“Oh, I love—love—ahh—” Ryan babbled and came, and Trey did his best to swallow it all.

Ryan collapsed down next to him on the couch, kissing his shoulder, then his chest, then straddling his lap and kissing him hard, like he didn’t care that he’d just fucked Trey’s face and come in his mouth.

Like he didn’t realize he’d almost said “I love you.”

Trey kissed him back, clumsy and shaking. Somehow the blowjob intended to distract Ryan had turned Trey inside out instead.

Then Ryan was on his knees, pulling at Trey’s cutoff sweatpants and holy shit his hands felt good, and his mouth, desperate, eager, and hot—

“Fuck!” Trey’s already-on-edge body rushed past the clouds-rolling-in stage and right onto storm surge. “Ry, I’m gonna come.”

Ryan’s eyes met his, and he somehow managed to flash a grin—or the idea of one—around Trey’s cock and that was all it took for the overwhelming pleasure to course through his body. Ryan’s hands and mouth gentled, and he rose up over Trey to kiss him again, long and sweet. When he moved away, he stared Trey in the eye and smiled.