Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

“It will help you concentrate…afterward.”

She had a point. Henry put a hand on her head, seeing her sly smile before she took his cock into her mouth-and then there was no more protest or even thought. Her mouth was practiced and sure, her tongue teasing the sensitive head before sucking him in deep. She went slow at first, her fingernails tickling his thighs, his balls, making his toes curl in his sneakers.

When he looked down, he saw her hand moving up under her skirt and the thought of her pussy, wet and getting wetter, made him crazy with lust. He had to have her. A blowjob in the library basement just wasn’t going to be good enough to tide him over. He would have to spend all night in his dorm room without her warmth, the soft press of her body against his, until they met again in her office tomorrow, and he would spend that time remembering. He had been doing just that, every minute they were apart, since the afternoon in her office when they’d first given in.

“I want you,” he breathed, grabbing her by the hair and slowly pulling her mouth off his cock with a soft, wet popping sound. It wasn’t easy to break the suction. Her mouth was red, lips swollen, chest heaving. She wanted him too. “I want to fuck you.”

She glanced first right, then left. They both listened and heard nothing but the hum of the lights and their own labored breathing, so Toni stood, putting her arms around Henry’s neck and kissing him. Their tongues stabbed and probed, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her, grabbing her breasts through her blouse, her nipples hard, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her heat.

“Gimme that cunt,” he growled, turning her around and bending her nearly in half. She had to grab onto the edge of one of the shelves to keep from stumbling as he shoved the silky burgundy skirt she was wearing up over her hips, snatching down her panties. They were white, see-through, and the crotch was soaked. How long has she been imagining this? he wondered.

“Henry,” she whimpered as he swabbed the whole length of her pussy with the head of his dick, tickling her clit before finding her hole, lining himself up and grabbing her hips. She whimpered when he entered her, his thumbs parting her behind, seeing her asshole winking at him, his cock sinking into her flesh. He couldn’t get enough of this, couldn’t ever get enough.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed as she reached a hand between her legs, her fingers brushing his swinging balls, her nails scratching gently along the length of his wet cock as he shoved into her. Then she was touching herself, rubbing her clit, getting herself off.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, planting her feet wider, rocking her hips up and back. “Oh, please. Please.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell. Henry gripped her ass, shoving deep into her cunt, fucking her so hard they vibrated the shelves, and neither of them noticed or cared. Toni was close, he knew her sounds now, and Henry didn’t think he could wait another minute. His cock had a mind of its own, wanting nothing but to bury itself into her wet recesses and give her everything it could.

“Toni,” he warned, feeling her fingers slapping against her pussy, teasing herself, so close now but wanting to make it last. “I’m gonna come!”

There was nothing to do but hold on, feeling her shudder in response to his words, unable to keep her own imminent climax at bay. Toni reached out blindly with one hand, grasping books instead of the shelf, letting them fall to the floor before steadying herself, her breath coming in hot pants as she ground her hips back against him, the first wave of his orgasm hitting like a tsunami.

“Ohhhh!” He couldn’t help his sudden groan, but he stifled it the best he could, his belly contracting again and again, the sensation only heightened when he saw his cock pulsing, emptying itself into Toni’s fluttering cunt.

They found their way into each other’s arms, kissing, breathless, trying to quickly pull their clothes back on, as aware now that they were in a public place as they’d been oblivious to it a moment before. Henry made sure the coast was clear before they snuck back down the aisle to the table where they’d left their things.

“Think we can get some work done now?” Toni teased.

“Maybe.” Henry turned his attention to their lesson, his ears still ringing. Their little rendezvous in the stacks had gone unnoticed by anyone, he was sure of it, but his heart galloped in his chest when the elevator bell dinged and he saw the edge of a library book cart appear around the corner.

He didn’t think Toni noticed him sneaking glances at Libby as she pushed the cart into the stacks for reshelving. And Libby, thankfully, didn’t see them, at least not until she came back their way half an hour later, the cart empty, and by then both he and Toni had regained most of their composure and were deep into their lesson.

Libby saw him that time, though-he was sure of it. She half-lifted her hand in a wave and then seemed to change her mind when she saw the professor. Henry half-returned the gesture while Toni was digging in her satchel for her colored transparencies, but he didn’t think Libby saw it.

“I suck.” Henry slumped on his sister’s bed, watching her gazing into her dresser mirror, twisting her long blonde hair up onto the top of her head. “I didn’t get anyone anything.”

“No one expects you to.” Janie took out the bobby pin she’d been holding between her teeth and shoved it in her hair. “You’re a poor college student.”

“Yeah, but Mom put money in my account so I could buy everyone gifts.”

Janie snorted. “Let me guess. It turned into beer money?”

“No, I loaned it to a friend,” he admitted. He hadn’t told anyone else how Dean was borrowing money, or why. He’d put it together, of course-Marcus was running the betting ring out of the frat, and Dean had a serious gambling problem. He was a bottomless pit, and the times Henry had said no, Dean had managed to make his life pretty miserable. Socially, it was easier to say yes. Of course, it was harder on the wallet.

“A girl?”

He shook his head. “My roommate, actually.”

“What for, so he could spend it on beer?”

“Not exactly.” It was a hell of a lot more than beer money, Henry thought.

“You shouldn’t loan friends money.” Janie turned from the mirror, frowning at him. “Seriously. It’s not good.”

Henry decided to change the subject. “Hey, Janie, do girls have a code?”

“A code?” She cocked her head, curious. “What do you mean?”

“You know.” He flushed. “Like guys have the ‘Bros Before Hoes’ thing.”

Janie laughed. “Well yeah. Except we aren’t so adolescent about it.”

If only Dean had respected the code in the first place, Henry thought, instead of making everything into a damned competition. “So let’s say your roommate dated a guy once…would you consider him off-limits?”

“Yeah,” Janie agreed. “Probably. I assume you’re the guy in this scenario?”

Henry nodded miserably. “Is there any way to get a girl to break the code?”

“Sort of.” Janie smiled, coming to sit on her bed next to him. “So, who’s this girl?”

“Her name’s Libby.” He wasn’t ready to give up too much more.

“And you dated her roommate?”

“Once,” he reiterated. “Just one time. Dean set me up.” In more ways than one, he thought bitterly.

“Well, if I was Libby, and I liked you enough,” Janie said, qualifying her statement. “I’d talk to my roommate and ask her if she minded. It was just one date, after all.”

Henry considered this, musing out loud, “Maybe I should talk to Elaine…”