Silence Is Just A Suggestion (Bevatoria x amberness-13)

Truth be told, Nathan wasn't sure how to answer her question. His mind was still processing the sight of Brooke writhing in pleasure, her body losing control between his finger fucking her and her own rough mauling of her marked tits. It wasn't as if he had planned to entrap a young hottie in his depraved web of sexual domination; it had kind of just happened, and now they were both a bit stunned. He wasn't looking around, but the jock was listening for any other studious bookworms who might happen upon their lustful coupling.

He smirked, keeping up the veneer of confidence as he leaned over. Grabbing her long hair again roughly - fuck, she should always wear it loose like this - he pushed her wet fingers on her lips, making her taste her essence. And then he kissed her; harshly, roughly, and not in a way that anyone would find romantic, although they might find it lustful as he pressed his lips against hers; his tongue pushing into her mouth. His other hand - the one still wet with her juices - teased down her bare side, smacking the side of her ass before he looked at her.

"It's what you want." Not an answer to the question, but a statement of what he saw as fact, as he pulled her even further up. Nathan growled at her, grabbing her hand and putting it against the bulge in his pants. "You caused this." He said, almost accusingly. "I know that excites you, Brooke...doesn't it?"

However she answered was almost irrelevant, and he leaned in closer to look her in the eye. "This is what you need." He stood up then, fully, looming over her; him fully dressed, and Brooke completely naked, on her ass, her head about level with his hips.

"Get me out." He grabbed her by her hair again; barely caring they were in a public library, and that anyone could come upon them; him hurting her, and her with her clothes scattered, her pussy wet and glistening with her first (but not last) orgasm.
 
With her hand on his stiff bulge, Brooke's eyes drifted up in her post-orgasm haze to look into his. The man's face was a mixture of confidence, cockiness, and deep-set desire. The sight made her heart skip - I'm making him feel this way... Her eyes sank lower to his pelvis, directly in front of her face, and while terrified of what lay beneath the zipper, it quickened her pulse to know that it was her, the awkward, grades-obsessed, valedictorian wanna be, that made him ache. His hands, the very fingers that brought her to climax, were now roughly wrapped around her hair, keeping her head in line with the outline of his dick. Her hand fell away, steading herself as she knelt in front of him. It made her knees quiver just to think what it would feel like to see, touch, even taste what lay beneath his pants.

"Y-yess... I... need..." Brooke's voice was nothing more than a husky whisper as she lifted her unsteady hands to the fastener of his jeans. Her hands fumbled with the clasp, but after a moment, she had her hands on the zipper, and was gently tugging it down. Brooke's eyes strained to focus on the image in front of her, and her hands fumbled and felt for purchase within the opening. Suddenly, she felt warmth, and her eyes opened wide when she pulled out the largest cock she had ever seen. Not that she had anything to compare it with, only what she had seen within science textbooks, and physiological diagrams. But to compare those, to the cock that stood in front of her was like comparing a donkey to a stallion; there was no comparison. A sudden chill ran down her spine as the cool air tickled her dripping, stinging pussy.

"Can... I...?" Her voice faded away as her hands timidly wrapped around his girth, her thumb and index finger not even touching as her hands slid up his length, exploring each solid inch. Her eyes were in line with the swollen, purple head of his cock, fascinated as it twitched slightly from her touch. Brooke ached to slip a hand between her legs and touch herself as well, but she wanted to feel the entirety of his cock, with all of her available senses. The musky smell of his arousal mixed with her own, and the sweet, oaky smell of the wood floor. It left her with a heady ache, as if she'd downed a bottle of merlot in one gulp.

Her large, blue eyes glinted in the dim light as she looked up at him, just for a moment, before wrapping her soft, pink lips around the head of his cock. The taste, the feel; she couldn't describe it. But somewhere, deep inside of herself, it felt... right. Right, to be kneeling in front of someone like him, touching him, tasting him... The heady feeling in her braid doubled as she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock, and took him slightly deeper into her mouth. He was big; her mouth strained to fit him inside, but it was an exquisite torture. Brooke looked up into his eyes, an inquisitive look for approval softening her sharpe features as she experimentally licked and kissed his throbbing cock.
 
She was turning into a different person, and it was one that Nathan fully intended to mold to his whims as he watched her work on him. Despite himself, he couldn't help but let a breath out as she touched him; first with the denim in between her hands and his arousal, and then skin to skin, both as she studied his erection and then as she hesitantly touched him with two hands. Brooke clearly wasn't experienced, but the senior fully intended to give her all the practice she needed today. He was getting more and more thankful he had decided to study today instead of blowing it off; now, he'd be the one getting blown off.

"Yes, you can." He nodded at her, seeing Brooke's needy gaze. There was something incredibly arousing about her looking at him as she started to suck him, her tongue teasing his length. She'd feel his veins throbbing, his hand tightening around the back of her head as she struggled to take him in. Although his smile indicated his approval, the dominant, older student was not satisfied, and didn't want her to get lacksidasical or lazy.

"More, Brooke." He hissed. "Take as much of me as you can, and use one hand..." His other hand went to squeeze her breast, tugging her nipple. "You can touch yourself as you suck me off, you fucking slut." He wanted her to, the image of her naked, masturbating and giving him a blowjob in the libary aisle an incredibly hot one. To put her in such a vulnerable position was incredibly arousing for him, and if he had his way this would only be the beginning of her day.

"Let's see if we can both cum at the same time." He taunted, but even as he said it, Nathan had other plans in mind for her body. Even as she started to really suck him off, he wanted to do nothing more then to fuck the young girl stupid, not caring who saw or heard them.
 
The way the man tugged and tweaked her nipple made Brooke melt. She moaned around his cock, his girth slightly stretching her mouth wide. He had given her permission to take more of him, and touch herself- she felt so lucky! Her right hand continued to move up and down his cock, pumping him softly as her other hand snaked down her stomach and found her wet pussy. She felt the soft folds of herself, hot and slippery, and began to pump two fingers up into herself, needing to fill her tight hole with something, anything. The raw, gnawing ache in the pit of her stomach spurred her onward, hungry and desperate to feel more of him inside of her.

Her mouth, which before had been unfamiliar with the taste and feel of a strong, thick cock, was now growing accustomed to the size. Brooke wanted to take more, driven by his commands and demeaning words. Never in her life did she think she would love the words 'fucking slut' applied to her person, but just remembering him saying the words caused her to quiver as she plunged her fingers deeper into her pussy. She began to slowly bob her head farther down the length of his member, the thrill from the feeling making her pussy swell and gush with excitement. Brooke hoped her hand and mouth were coaxing him closer to orgasm; she had heard about the elusive 'double orgasm,' and now, as he commanded it, she wanted to make it happen. Her fingers moved at a delirious pace in and out of her dripping folds, the now-familiar pressure building up deep within her. Lips, tongue, and mouth kissed, licked, and swallowed the first few inches of the man's cock, but nothing more; Brooke cursed her own gag reflex, but was still tried to take a little bit more into her eager, waiting mouth with ever movement of her head. Her eyes once again met his as she furiously trigged herself, moving her wet fingers to her clit, circling at a maddening pace. At that moment, she wanted to cum with him, more than anything else in the world.

All at once, she felt herself tip, the impending orgasm sweeping her off her guard as she let his cock slip from her mouth, her cries and moans, and curses flowing freely from her empty mouth.

"Fu-uahhhh-ck!! Oh god, no, god no-ooahhh!!" Brooke fell back onto her haunches, left hand still working her clit and wet folds. The wet sounds that mingled with her moans and cries as the last few waves of the orgasm subsided echoed through the stacks. Through bleary eyes, she looked up into the handsome face of the man, scanning for disappointment and anger. She had failed in the command he gave her, and she hated herself for it. Her mind, now so completely focused on his pleasure, could not even comprehend the incredible change that had taken place since early that morning.
 
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Nathan loved it when a girl moaned around his cock. It was like adding another sensation to the act of sucking him off; almost feeling a vibration as she worked him. He could tell how hard Brooke was working to please him, and he couldn't wait to test the limits of her sexual submission. The library aisle was starting to smell like sex, the bodily odors mingling with stale air and old books. The sounds of her slurping his manhood, his own breaths of pleasure, her wet sex as she furiously masturbated under him...it was glorious. Incredibly exciting and thrilling as he watched her try so hard to please him. At the end of the day, though, he'd asked for too much, and she fell on her back.

As dissapointed as he was that she was no longer giving him a blowjob, he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her furiously masturbating, in the middle of the aisle, her body tensing and flexing in pleasure as she came for the second time in a very short while. As tantalizing as the sight of her lost in pleasure was, he was...well, she had left him with blue balls, so to speak, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.

Wordless, he grabbed her arm to tug her to her feet before grabbing her beautiful, dark hair with that same hand and yanking her head back. "You disobeyed me, Brooke, and now you need to be punished for it." While his planned punishment for her would be at least a little enjoyable for her, he wasn't about to take her pleasure into consideration as he marched her forward. He did need to hold his pants and boxers up with one hand, but in comparison to the naked, sweaty, glistening young woman being yanked forward by him, he could easily cover up.

Whereas her clothes were torn and in a pile in the opposite direction from where he was taking her.

Nathan found a large window facing the campus proper and shoved her against it before moving in behind her. "I'll show the whole fucking campus what you really are." He hissed, pushing her chest flat against the cold glass before making sure her legs were back far enough for him to be able to enter her properly. He teased the tip of his cock against her sex, and then leaned into whisper into her ear. "I'm going to make you mine, Brooke."

And then he entered her - his large manhood forcing it's way into her pussy - his hips slamming into her as he grabbed her hips to hold her in place, leaving her with nowhere to go, and nowhere to look but the cold, wintry campus, where any passing students could look up and see her, naked and pressed into the window...

"Brace yourself against it, slut." He hissed at her, kicking her legs further apart so she would appear to be spread eagle against it. Nathan slammed into her over and over, his cock quickly pushing as deep inside her as he could. Eventually, he settled on having one hand holding her hips, his other entwined in her hair as he pressed her cheek against the window. He knew Brooke would feel the cold glass against her cheek and tits, the biting cold a stark contrast to the heat he knew he was forcing on her with his manhood inside of her, his hips continually smacking against her rear. His rod sliding in and out of her, coated in her fluids, forcing her further and further under hiscontrol.

"Brooke, you're so tight." He hissed, feeling her walls grip him, the sound of his hips slamming into her starting to echo through the floor of the library, mingling with the soft sounds of the barely working heater. Well above any kind of whisper, as her moans and his grunts mingled with the sounds of their bodies colliding providing the symphony for this floor of the building...

Easy for anyone to hear if they were around.
 
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