The Saucy Owl

At 1am on a Friday night I'm not sure how much more pathetic you can get than sitting in the university library by yourself. But I can't sleep, my mind won't rest and I know why. Thank god, the library is open 24/7, books will always calm me. Getting lost in words stops me over thinking everything.

I find my quiet corner, which I usually end up nodding off in, and set up camp. I've got a whole packet of foxes crunch cream biscuits and a flask of tea, I'm in for the long haul. The sofa I always nab is high backed with a table in the middle and a sofa mirroring it on the other side so it's like being enclosed in your own little world. I pull out the book I found, pour myself a little mug of tea, start munching on my first biscuit and settle in for the night.

What must have been about a half hour later, when I'm fully shut off to the world, a flicker in the corner of my eye catches my attention causing me to look up, a sudden 'oh shit sorry!' pulls me out from my trance. Stood in front me, looking embarrassed, is the very man who is the reason I couldn't sleep tonight, or the night before. He obviously doesn't know the affect he's been having on me this week. The meetings were very boring, discussing the how the new system will affect our departments, but seeing him with that delicious stubble and black rimmed glasses every day made them bearable. I hadn't seen him in glasses before, even though I'd seen him round campus a few times, so that was a shock to the clit. Absolutely typical that he'd be here at the most ridiculous time of night, when I literally look like I just rolled out of bed, or a mental asylum.

Oh he's speaking...
'Sorry I didn't think anyone would be here so I just chucked my bag down, didn't even see you there,' he drawls in his luscious deep voice.
If only it could have stayed that way, I'd give anything to be invisible right now. I look up at him, trying not to be affected by his slightly messed up hair and those damn sexy glasses. Mustering up all the strength my clit will allow me, I attempt light conversation. 'No worries, I thought I'd be the only one sad enough to be here on a Friday night.' I chuckle, realising I basically just called him loser, nice work.
'Yeah I've got an assignment due on Monday,  I'm studying a degree as well as working here. I'm really behind so I thought I'd try and power through while I was on a roll. How come you're here this late?' He replies, his face looking only slightly baffled.
'I only live up the road and I couldn't sleep, I like to come here and read when I'm restless'. Did I just give away too much? Please don't ask me why I'm restless.

Luckily he just smiles, 'Okay, well, I'll leave you to it then'.

Oh. I don't want him to leave.

'You're welcome to sit here and study if you like?' I say, hoping I don't look too eager or pathetic.

His face briefly lights up and he replies, 'If you're sure I won't bother you, then I will. Thanks'.
I smile and shake my head slightly, he goes to sit down diagonally opposite to me.

I try to get back into my book, he's put his feet on the table and his laptop rests on his lap while his papers are spread over the sofa. I've never seen anyone look more smart and sexy than he does right now.

Suddenly his eyes meet mine and I immediately lower my gaze back to my book, blushing and smirking slightly as I blatantly got caught. After a few seconds my gaze moves back up to him and I find he's still staring at me. I can't judge since I was just doing the same but his gaze is so intense, I can feel it burning into me. I smile shyly and look back down, biting my lip to stop me grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I want to laugh at the slightly embarrassing moment but then I will look crazy.

I carry on pretend reading while my mind plays out a dozen and one dirty scenes in my mind. I won't lie, I've imagined having sex with him many times over the last week, that's why I'm here, because I needed to stop fantasising. I hoped a book would take my mind off of it but my book is failing me. But I guess I can't blame my book for the crazy coincidence that he's here too.

After some time I decide I need to stretch my legs and give myself a breather from the anxiety I'm feeling at being around the sex pot. I announce to him that I'm going to the ladies and will pass the vending machine on the way if he wants anything. He says he's good and that he'll watch my stuff, our eyes stay locked for a tad too long and I leave the area before I end up looking like more of a tit.

I get myself a water from the vending machine, lord knows I need more refreshment than my, now cold, tea can offer. I head to the door that leads to the ladies. It's an L shaped corridor with the ladies around the corner. As I near the door to the ladies, I hear a door open and close. I turn around to see him appear around the corner. He's walking towards me. He has a slightly nervous, shy smile on his face. For some reason I just haven't moved, I'm grounded to the spot. He makes his way towards me and I can feel my pulse start to race. Why is he just walking towards me? The men's toilet is behind him.

When he finally gets to me, all he says is 'Hi'. I have to tilt my neck to meet his gaze, which is flicking between my eyes and my mouth.

'I thought you were going to watch my stuff?' I drawl out slowly in the daze that I am.

He smirks and looks down, 'I decided I'd rather watch you'.

My breath catches in my throat, I let out a nervous laugh.

'Watch me to go the ladies?' I say with my eyebrows raised.

His eyes widen and he laughs, 'Ha, no, God no.'
He leans in towards me, 'Way to ruin my cheesy line', he whispers, his lips are a breath away from mine.

'I'm great at ruining moments,' I reply, before I can finish the last word out his mouth is on mine. The shock of it forces me to drop my water bottle. He doesn't seem phased by the bang.

One of his hands is on my hip and the other rests on my neck, his fingers slightly in my hair with his thumb stroking my cheek. His lips dance over mine, soft but firm and he moves his tongue lightly over my bottom lip until mine comes out to meet his. Our tongues tease each other every time our mouths move. His fingers are digging into my hip and he slides his hand up and down my body before returning to that spot.

His fingers digging into me make me move my hips forward, pushing against his, making our bodies flush against each other. His hand fists my hair and pulls me in even closer to him. I'm so turned on by everything he's doing, this has to be the best make out session I've ever had.

My hands venture down his sides and up his chest, damn he's solid. I take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug on his lip. The groan that comes from his throat makes me want to do it a thousand times more.

Somehow, it sets something in him alight and he's closed the distance between us and the wall in seconds, pinning me against it, his body could not be any closer to mine if he tried. My breasts are pressed hard against his chest. I can feel how turned on he is through his jeans. The urge to grind up against him like a dog in heat swells inside me. My hands go to his ass and pull him even closer to me. I can't get enough. My fingers dig into him through his jeans and he starts grinding against me in the most delicious way.

Suddenly, he grabs my hands with his and puts them above my head, pinning them against the wall. His cock is grinding against me over and over, and I can't get over how badly I want him inside me right now.

Sensing my eagerness, he takes both of my hands into one of his and trails kisses down one side of my neck while his finger tips trail down the other. While he's kissing and nipping along my collar bone, his thumb brushes my rock hard nipple and he squeezes my breast before sliding his finger tips down my ribs and waist, making his way to the rim of my trousers. He dips his thumb inside my waistband and pauses our kiss by putting his forehead to mine.

'Have you been thinking about this all week like I have?' he asks through shuddering breaths.

'God yes,' I reply, before ravaging his mouth again.

His hand slides into my trousers and I part my legs slightly, granting him access. As soon as his fingertip touches my sensitive clit, I let out a gasp into his mouth. He bites my lip as he starts to work me. It's bliss and I can't get enough of him. They say sleeping with a work colleague isn't the best idea, but I'm well past caring at this point, I'm just relieved everything is 'tidy' down there.

One of his hands cups my ass and moves down my thigh to hook my leg up against his hip. His other hand works further into my pants and reaches my opening. He tests how wet I am, teasing his fingers in gently before plunging two inside me. My head hits the back of the wall and his mouth is on my neck; nipping, sucking, driving me crazy. His thumb is rubbing my clit and his fingers are driving into me the way I wish his cock was. I want to touch him but there's no room between us so my hands busy themselves on his back, digging my finger nails into his muscles while I thrive on the brink of an orgasm. I'm just on the cusp and I start breathing out 'ohmygod' over and over, like a mantra. He looks me right in the eye so intensely as I feel my orgasm erupt inside me. I bite my lip and my eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against mine and swallows my moans.

As soon as I'm able to hold myself up again, I start work on his belt. When I've got it undone, I work at the button and zip on his jeans. Finally, I'm able to get my hands on what's been writhing against me. He's already super hard and I squeeze his shaft before playing lightly with his balls, before I pump him once or twice. I can feel a bead of pre cum on my hand and I pull his cock out of his pants and fall to my knees.

I hear his hands brace against the wall behind me as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, collecting the pre cum at the end. My hand squeezes his shaft, while the other cups his balls and tugs them gently. After licking him once or twice more, I put his whole cock in my mouth. My lips run down his shaft until they meet my hand. When I pull back up, I swallow around the head and hear him hiss 'fuucccck'. So I do it again. After doing it twice more, I feel his hand fist my hair as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

Just as I think he's going to come, he pulls me up and hoists my legs up around his waist. I lock my legs around him as he carries me into the ladies room. He puts me down on the counter and turns to lock the door. He pulls a few pound coins out of his pocket, leaving me confused. He walks over to the wall where the tampon and condom machines live, puts the money in, twists the handle and out pops a condom. Thank you very much.

He walks over with the cutest smile on his face. I smirk back at him like a giddy school girl. Damnit, I need to be cool. He puts the condom down next to me and I pull him in by his shirt to kiss him again. He starts to take his glasses off but I stop him.

'I like them. It was a quite a distraction in the meeting. Leave them on.', I whisper. He grins and takes my face in his hands to kiss me hard, his tongue clashes with mine like an epic sword fight that I don't mind losing.

His hands go down to my trousers and he starts tugging them off. I lift my bum up so he can pull them down. Conveniently, he takes my underwear off with them. I feel a tad exposed sat in the ladies toilet of the library with my trousers down, but my thoughts quickly dissipate when he dips his head down between my thighs. His hands part my legs and he trails kisses from my knees to that sensitive part right next to my lips. His tongue licks up either side and he nips me lightly. Before I have time to register the sting of his teeth, his tongue licks from my opening to my clit. It feels so fucking good I almost fall into the sink behind me.

He keeps going, licking my clit, sucking it, teasing it with his teeth. He thrusts his tongue inside me several times before returning to my clit. I'm a writhing mess as he starts a relentless attack on my clit, flicking it back and forth with the tip of his tongue over and over, quickly building me up before stopping and starting again. Just as I'm about to get pissed at him for torturing me so much, he grants me the most intense orgasm of my life. My fingers grip his gorgeous sandy blonde hair as he continues to ride out my orgasm with me.

As I try to stay upright with my eyes closed, recovering from the intensity, I hear the wrapper of the condom. I feel his fingers tilt my chin up and I open my eyes to meet his. He's already lined himself up against me, I can feel him nudging at my entrance. With the most heated look in his eyes, he thrusts all the way in. He takes my mouth with his while I gasp at the size of him, he fills me completely.

He starts to thrust into me and my god, it's perfect. His arm wraps around my waist as he brings me closer so he can thrust deeper. My whole body is still tingling from my orgasm. He pulls me flush against him and I move my mouth to his neck. He smells amazing, I suck at his neck which seems to make him thrust harder so I bite down slightly and I feel his fingers dig into my ass. He's thrusting so hard and so deep, the sound of him pounding into me is turning me on even more.

Feeling daring, I move to push him away. His face looks confused, until I spin around and brace my hands against the counter. It takes him all of a second to catch on and he's inside me again. I can see him in the reflection of the mirror that sits over the counter, he's absolutely gorgeous. I look a right state, like I've already had the life fucked out of me, but the way he's gritting his teeth as he pounds into me stops me caring.

From this position, he's going so deep I can feel him hitting my wall. He starts pounding faster and I sense he's near ready to come. I move my hand to my clit and starting circling it, hoping I can rub myself so we come together. He's watching me do it in the mirror, his eyes are fixed and he slows his rhythm slightly to enjoy the sight. I smile at him as I feel my orgasm building. He must feel my pussy clench around his cock because he starts thrusting hard again. I'm panting as I feel myself getting closer. He's moaning through his breaths which is so fucking hot. The sound of his pleasure ignites my third orgasm and I brace my hand to the mirror as he slams into me.

'Fuuuuccccck' the long drawn out word comes from both of our mouths and I'm entranced by his face as his comes. It's so sexy, his eyelids are hooded and he's gritting his teeth like it's taking all of his strength not to scream. His face softens and he bites his lip as he pumps slowly, making sure every drop of cum has been milked from him.

Then I feel him press his body to mine. He rests his forehead against my back, I'm not sure who should speak first but I can barely move. I feel him withdraw, leaving me feeling empty, and out of the corner of my eye I see him grab a few hand towels. He runs them under the tap and comes over to clean in between my thighs. It's incredibly thoughtful and sweet. I think I may have swooned.

When he's done, he hands me my trousers and pulls me around to kiss me. I feel I should say something.

'That was...' I start, not sure if this is actually going to happen again.

'I know,' he finishes, kissing my forehead.

He's being so sweet, is this a one time thing? I hope not since it was fricking awesome. I pull my trousers on, using the time to try and think of what the hell I do now, I've not been in this situation before.

'What would you think if I said I wanted to do that again?' he asks over my shoulder. I turn and smile at him.

'I'd think that it appeared it was as good for you as it was for me...' I reply coyly.

'It was awesome for me,' he says, running his thumb over my cheek.

'It was awesome for me too,' I sigh. I've gone full school girl, I bet my face is beetroot red.

'If you're too tired to finish your assignment now, I only live a 5 minute walk away....' I test, nervous to see how he'll reply.

He chuckles, 'Well I didn't mean do it again right away, but I'm game if you are'.

I laugh back, 'Oh I'm very game'.

We fix ourselves up a bit before leaving the bathrooms at different times. He goes first, when I get back there's still nobody else in the library but us. He's already gathered his stuff up and mine. I hold my hand out to take my stuff off him but instead he just takes it in his hand. We stroll out of the library together and into the night, giddy at the prospect of all night sex. Just to think that soon, I'll be waking up next to the very guy who, only a few hours ago, was the sole reason I couldn't sleep.

I never did pick up my water bottle.