Preys of the Alpha Predators

5: Plundered in the Library

CHLOE

“So tell me, President, are these reactions because I'm blackmailing you?"

His voice was a whisper over my skin, a hint of mockery in it and a tone that suggested that he knew he was right, that he was certain that he was right.

And if he should...

“Stop it,” I injected sternness into my voice, “or I'm going to scream.”

“Are you?” his voice was filled with a mocking undertone as his fingers trailed upwards, brushing against the sides of my panties and the sensation was so much that I had to press my lips together to stop that sound from escaping.

“I will, if you don't stop now,” I placed my hand on his wrist in an attempt to push him away but it was just a futile effort. No matter the amount of force I used, it was having no effect on him, it was as if he couldn't even feel it that I was trying to push him off.

“No, you won't,” he answered firmly, “because I know you want this and you hate yourself for it,” his fingers brushed against my panties and I sucked in a sharp breath, “and if at all you'll be screaming, you'll be screaming from getting plundered by my fingers.”

“In your... Ohhhh,” my words trailed off into that embarrassing sound when he brushed my panties aside with expert ease and he dragged two of his fingers across the length of my p***y and the squelching sound the contact made, combined with that unbelievable pleasure nearly made my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

“See, you're so f*****g were for it,” he mocked, his tone dark and possessing and his eyes focused on me as if I was all he could see while he continued to stroke my folds, leisurely, bringing all the nerves in my body alive and making me feel the depth of pleasure I never thought was possible.

How could he... How was it possible for just his fingers to feel so good?

“Stop it,” I managed weakly, gathering what was left of my self-restraint to voice that out and to try to push him away before I got lost in the abyss that was the pleasure his fingers were currently wrecking in me.

“Stop what? Stop making you feel so good?” he asked, an unusual strain to his voice, his eyes darkening even more, “Are you not enjoying it? Are you not enjoying getting fingered like a dirty little slut?”

“Stop...” I tried to manage but he pinched somewhere down there, my clit? I couldn't tell but whatever it was, it made literal stars explode behind my eyes, made a moan escape from my mouth before I could stop myself, and for a brief moment, his gaze rested on my lips before he locked eyes with me again, to watch me slowly come apart as he played my body as if I was his latest toy.

He continued brushing against my folds, massaging me and coarsing more wetness till the only sound that filled the otherwise quiet library was the squelching sound and my low inaudible gasps that I was failing to control.

Suddenly, something unexplainable started building up within me, like a f*****g tornado, that was so powerful and overwhelming it felt like it was going to wreck my body into two or a million pieces, and out of nowhere, the way he was touching me wasn't enough, the pace didn't seem enough to make whatever was building in me come to a stop.

I moved slightly, to create more friction between where his fingers were touching me and it took me less than a minute to realize that I just did.

I just ground into his hand, shamelessly asking for more with my body.

I hoped to heaven that he didn't notice that but from the sly grin that tugged at the corners of his lips and how the look in his eyes turned even more possessive, I knew he noticed.

“Is this part of the blackmail too, president? You shamelessly grinding into my finger? The moans you're trying so hard to conceal, your body that's starting to fall apart from the force of your impending orgasm? Hmm?”

I bite my lips, refusing to answer and an amused glint lit his eyes before he pinched my clit again and this time around, I couldn't stop the string of moans and gasps that escaped from my mouth.

“In as much as I love your screams because they mean that you're enjoying this, I’d advise you lower them unless you want students hearing you and coming here to see their President getting plundered by the school’s resident bad boy.”

He was right, we were in the library, anybody could walk in and see us, see me but that still wasn't enough to deter me, to suppress the dark part of me that was enjoying this, craving this.

His speed increased, pushing me to the peak of extreme ecstasy and the sensation became so overwhelming that I felt my bones liquidifying as the pleasure increased and increased and the tornado building in me reached its summit and I crashed.

I shattered on his fingers, a string of meaningless moans escaping from my mouth as sheer evidence of the unbridled pleasure that had consumed my entire being.

My legs were shaking and if he wasn't holding me by my waist, I was sure I'd have collapsed to the floor because I felt boneless, from the sheer force of that blinding orgasm.

Kyle didn't tear his gaze away from me all through, he had a dark and concentrated look in his eyes as he watched me shattered on his fingers in a way that made it seem like he was studying me in-depth as if he wanted to imprint my face and look in his brain forever.

And his eyes... They were filled with something primal, something predatory and animalistic, and that made me back up and made me yo start slowly coming to.

Coming to realize what I’d just done.

What I’d just allowed Kyle King to do to me.

“You’re so responsive,” he spoke first, a strange and dark calm in his voice that made me involuntarily shiver, and he slid his hand from where it had been buried for the past minutes.

My vision clouded when I saw the evidence of what we've been up to on his fingers. They were practically soaked and he raised his hand to his eye level and observed the wetness with calm and disturbing interest before sticking his fingers into his mouth one after the other, licking them clean, licking my wetness off his fingers, all the while never breaking eye contact from me.

I wanted to die, wanted to sink to the ground, and disappear from the shame and what must be pseudo desire building in me again.

He released the last one with a pop, still not looking away from me, “I did not even have to brush your opening or stick my finger into your cunt and yet you came that fast and loud, wonder what your reactions would be when I have my fingers or another part of me thrusting in and out of your hole.”

More desire bloomed in me, his dirty words painting the images that'd have made me balk on a normal day.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything when I heard muffled voices and laughter far away but still in the library.

And that did it.

That cleared the lust-induced haze that must have made me so stupid to allow Kyle to do that to me, in the library of all places.

Where anyone, student, teacher, anyone could have walked in on him doing that to me.

The school’s bad boy playing me with his fingers as if I was nothing more than a toy.

“You bastard,” I shrieked, anger the only thing building a tornado within me now, “what have you done?”

His lips only thinned in amusement, “the only thing I've done is to give you the best time of your...”

I did not allow him to finish before I struck out and I slapped him with all the force I could muster.