The Beat of their Hearts

Chapter 2 A Library Romp

The quiet hum of the library was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the marching band practice that Hanna Jones was accustomed to. She sat at a study table, her books and notes spread out before her, trying to focus on her biology assignment. The soft rustle of turning pages and the occasional squeak of a chair filled the air as other students diligently worked around her. Hanna, however, found it hard to concentrate, her mind drifting back to the previous night's passionate encounter with Colin Brenton.

As she absentmindedly tapped her pencil against the table, her thoughts wandered to the rhythmic beats they had created together, both musically and physically. Hanna's heart raced as she replayed the memory of Colin's skilled hands on her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. Just as she was about to give in to the urge to relive the encounter in her mind once more, a familiar voice broke through her reverie.

"Studying hard, little drummer girl?" Colin's playful tone startled Hanna, causing her to jump slightly in her seat. She turned to see him leaning casually against the nearby shelf, his sandy blonde hair falling into his eyes, and a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Hanna's heart skipped a beat; she had hoped to see him again, but not necessarily in the library, where they might be discovered by any passing professor or student.

"Colin!" She whispered, her voice laced with both surprise and delight. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, actually," he replied, pushing himself off the shelf and saiding towards her with deliberate, confident strides. "I heard you were hitting the books today. Couldn't resist the chance to see you again, even if it is in this stuffy library."

Hanna's cheeks flushed with warmth as she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She knew she should focus on her studies, but the prospect of spending time with Colin was too tempting to resist.

"I... I should probably get back to my work," she stammered, her eyes darting around the library as if expecting someone to notice their interaction.

"Oh, come on, Hanna," Colin said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "Don't be such a goody-two-shoes. You and I both know you'd rather be doing something else right now."

As he spoke, Colin's gaze traveled down her body, lingering on her thighs, which were exposed by the short skirt she wore. Hanna's breath quickened, and she felt a familiar warmth between her legs. She knew she shouldn't, but the thought of giving in to her desires, especially with Colin, was irresistible.

"What... what did you have in mind?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, Colin stepped closer, his hands reaching for her waist. He pulled her up from her chair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Hanna's books tumbled to the floor, forgotten as Colin pressed her gently against the shelf, his body c hot and tantalizing against hers.

"I thought we could make some music of our own," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending ticklish sensations down her neck. "Right here, against these boring old books."

Hanna moaned softly, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. She could sense the desire radiating from him, and it mirrored her own aching need. With a gentle but firm grip, Colin turned her around, his hands now resting on her small throat, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. It was a show of dominance that sent a thrilling rush through Hanna's body.

"You like it rough, don't you, Hanna?" Colin's breath was hot against her ear, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke. "You love it when I take control."

Hanna could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt his hard length pressing against her through their clothes. His hands tightened slightly on her throat, not enough to restrict her breathing but enough to send a clear message of possession.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, his mouth now trailing kisses down her neck, causing her to arch her back and offer more of herself to him. "Let me hear you. Let everyone in this library know how much you want this."

Hanna's inhibitions began to melt away under the onslaught of Colin's skilled seduction. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure he was offering. With a soft, eager moan, she let out a sound that was part surrender and part plea for more.

Colin's hands moved from her throat, sliding down to cup her breasts through her shirt. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs teasing her n*****s to hardness. Hanna's breath caught, and she arched into his touch, her hands gripping the shelf behind her for support.

"That's it, baby, let go," he urged, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced, mirroring the rhythm of their passionate affair. Colin's hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers deftly finding the wetness between her thighs. He stucked her c**t, and Hanna gasped into his mouth, her body treming with desire.

"f**k, you're so wet," he growled against her lips, his fingers sliding easily through her slickness. "I want to feel you come around my fingers, right here, in this stuffy old library."

Hanna's body coiled tighter with each stroke of his fingers, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Colin's mouth left hers, trailing kisses down her jawline, his hot breath fanning her sensitive skin.

"Come for me, Hanna," he whispered, his fingers quickening their pace. "Let me feel it."

Hanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she teetered on the edge of release. Colin's thumb circled her c**t, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she cried out, her body convulsing around his fingers as she climaxed. Her legs tremed, and she leaned heavily against the shelf, her body weak from the intensity of her orgasm.

Colin held her, his strong arms wrapping around her, supporting her as the waves of pleasure receded. He kissed her temple softly, his breath still ragged from their passionate encounter.

"You're incredible, you know that?" He whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "I can't get enough of you, Hanna."

Hanna smiled, her heart still racing. "I... I can't seem to stay away from you either," she admitted, her voice hoofy and breathless.