Forbidden
The rain drummed against the library windows, a relentless rhythm that made the air feel heavier, thicker, like it was pressing down on you. The scent of old paper and damp wool hung in the space, mingling with something else—something electric. You sat at your desk, fingers tracing the edge of a worn manuscript, but your eyes kept drifting to her. Chloe. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the amber glow of the desk lamp. Her lips moved silently as she read, and you imagined the sound of her voice, low and deliberate, speaking words meant for you alone.
Your throat tightened as you watched her shift in her seat, the fabric of her skirt brushing against her thighs. She crossed her legs, one foot swinging slightly, and the movement drew your gaze lower. The way she tilted her head, the curve of her neck, the faint rise and fall of her chest—it all felt like a mockery of your self-control. You’d been trying to ignore it for weeks now, this tug, this need, but tonight, it was impossible.
She looked up suddenly, and your eyes met. There was no surprise in her gaze, only a quiet challenge, as if she’d known all along where your attention had been. Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she closed her book with deliberate precision. “Professor Finch,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Are you going to keep pretending you aren’t staring, or are we going to talk about it?”
Your hands clenched around the edges of your chair. “Talk about what?” you managed, though your voice sounded rough, unfamiliar to your own ears.
She stood then, smoothing her skirt with casual grace, and walked toward you. Each step was slow, measured, like she was savoring the moment. When she reached your desk, she leaned forward, placing her palms flat on the surface. Her blouse dipped slightly, giving you a glimpse of the lace edge of her bra, and your breath faltered. “You know exactly what,” she murmured. “Don’t play coy now. It doesn’t suit you.”
Your pulse quickened, a hot rush of desire pooling low in your gut. She was too close, her perfume wrapping around you like a promise. You could see the faint flush in her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell just a little faster than before. “This is… inappropriate,” you said, though the words felt hollow even as they left your mouth.
Her smile widened. “Is it? Because I think you’ve been imagining this for a while now.” Her hand reached out, fingertips skimming over the back of yours. The touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a jolt of heat straight to your c**k. You couldn’t help it—your fingers curled around hers, pulling her closer.
“Chloe,” you warned, but there was no conviction in your voice.
“Tell me to stop,” she whispered, her face inches from yours now. Her breath was warm against your skin, and you could see the hunger in her eyes, raw and unguarded. “Go on. Tell me this isn’t what you want.”
You couldn’t. Not when her free hand was sliding up your thigh, not when she was leaning in so close you could feel the heat radiating from her body. Instead, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her into your lap with a rough urgency that surprised even you. Her breath caught as she straddled you, her skirt riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs. Your hands settled on her hips, gripping tight as she ground against you, the friction drawing a low groan from your throat.
“That’s what I thought,” she breathed, her lips brushing against yours. Her hands were already working at the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers. You didn’t stop her. How could you? Not when she was so warm, so eager, so f*****g perfect.
Her lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, demanding, like she’d been waiting for this as long as you had. Her tongue slid against yours, and you groaned into her mouth, your hands roaming over her body. You cupped her t**s through her blouse, thumbs brushing over her n*****s until they hardened beneath the fabric. She whimpered into the kiss, grinding harder against your c**k as if she couldn’t get enough.
You reached for the hem of her skirt, tugging it up until her bare ass was in your hands. She gasped as you squeezed, your fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You’re going to be the death of me,” you muttered against her lips.
She pulled back just enough to look at you, her green eyes dark with need. “Then die happy,” she said, and before you could respond, she was kissing you again, her hands fumbling with your belt. The sound of it unbuckling seemed impossibly loud in the quiet library, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the heat between you, the way her cunt pressed against the growing bulge in your pants.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. “Right here. Right now.”
Your hands moved to her panties, tugging them down just enough to expose her wet p***y. She was dripping already, and the sight of it made your c**k throb painfully against your zipper. You freed yourself with quick, impatient movements, and then she was guiding you to her entrance, slick and ready.
“f**k me,” she demanded, and you didn’t hesitate. You thrust into her in one swift motion, burying yourself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders as she adjusted to your size. The sensation was overwhelming—her tight cunt clenching around you, her warmth enveloping you completely.
You started to move then, slow at first but quickly building speed. Each thrust drove her higher, her moans muffled against your neck as she clung to you. The sound of skin slapping together filled the air, mingling with the patter of rain outside. Her hips rocked against yours greedily, meeting every movement with a desperation that mirrored your own.
Her breath came in short gasps now, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “Harder,” she begged, and you obliged, gripping her hips tighter as you f****d her with reckless abandon. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, and you knew she was close.
“Come for me,” you growled into her ear, and that was all it took. She shattered with a cry, her cunt clamping down on your c**k in a series of intense spasms that threatened to undo you. You followed her over the edge moments later, spilling into her with a groan that echoed through the empty room.
For a moment, neither of you moved. She slumped against you, her breathing ragged as she pressed soft kisses to your neck. You held her close, savoring the way she felt in your arms, but even as the afterglow settled over you both, there was no mistaking the tension still lingering in the air.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“What happens now?” Chloe asked softly
