Crazy for you

 Library

*This chapter contains smut*

Tom's POV

I observed her from behind the large bookshelf that separated us. Ciara had a free period so I made sure to get to the library before her.

She has been picking up books, flipping through the pages and reading the blurb. If she did not find it interesting she placed it back. So far she had two books in her hands.

I lost sight of her, my first instinct was to grab a book and peak through the opening. Shit, she walked somewhere else. I tried to quickly shove the book back in the place it was before, knocking another one down in the process.

I bent down to pick it up, right as I stood back up I was met with my queen's gorgeous eyes staring at me.

"Hey!" She smiled brightly.

"Hello Ciara." Why does she look so fucking sexy today?

"I didn't know you had a free period on Thursday's."

I nodded awkwardly, "Now you do."

She nods as well, "Wanna sit for a bit? I can read to you if you'd like?" A red tint covered her face.

"Yes that would be lovely." Ciara grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with her as she began looking for a book.

She picked up a book with a black and red cover. While Ciara read the blurb and flipped through random pages of the book I silently admired her.

Realistically I could grab her by the neck and push her against the tall bookshelf next to her. I could attack her lips while pulling her body flush against mine. I can just imagine the look on her face when I pick her up and leave dark, prominent marks all over her neck.

I would slide her panties to the side and thrust straight into her. I would make her suck on my fingers as she got fucked like a dirty little whore. She would like it, I know she would.

Or I could have had her on her knees already, my cock stuffed deep inside her mouth, hands tied behind her back as she gagged continuously. Imaging her like that reminded me of a similar experience that I have had before...

*Flashback*

"You like that huh? Taking my cock like a dumb slut. Your such a dirty boy aren't you? Getting your face fucked in public, what were you thinking?"

I was on my knees, cock in my mouth, getting degraded by Grayson and I was fucking loving it.

Most of the time during sex or relationships I was the dominant one, with Grayson... that went out the window immediately.

"Just like that, swallow that fucking shit." I did specifically what I was told to do, panting heavily as I waited for my next instruction.

"Get up and turn around, hands on the wall. Don't fucking move them."

"Yes sir." I stood up and placed my hands on the wall.

"So obedient." He muttered before yanking my pants down, "Daddy's gonna fuck you nice and hard you ready?"

*Present*

Truthfully the reason Grayson and I are not together right now is because he moved away, I do miss him though, very much. Sometimes I have vivid memories of us fucking each other. God he was one hell of a man-

"Sounds good huh?"

I snapped back to reality and focused on Ciara once again.

"The blurb." She said, noticing my confused expression.

I nodded, "Yes sorry yes it sounds very interesting."

"So this one?" I nod again.

Ciara smiled before making her way over to an empty seat near the windows of the library. She sat down, took her backpack off and pat the spot beside her.

I took my seat next to her and silently cursed myself, last time I listened to her speak I came undone.

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I successfully got through my little reading session with Ciara, her voice is so angelic. The way her lips moved when- okay I will stop, I need to stop.

Aside from that it is late in the evening now, specifically seven-fifteen. I have been sitting in this tree for the past two hours watching Ciara. She has been listening to music and doing homework.

Well until a few minutes ago when she stood up and started peeling her clothes off.

She left on her tank top, minus her bra so I was seeing everything and by everything I mean her nipples poking through her thin top, her room must be cold. She also did not have pants on, only a pair of black panties.

She is teasing me, showing me what I can't have yet.

Ciara sat on her bed and oddly looked around her room. She stood back up and approached her bedroom door, she did not leave so I am assuming she just locked the door. Ciara went back to where she was and picked up her phone.

A few minutes later her neutral face turned into a surprised one, she was watching something very intensely. Eventually she slowly changed positions so she was kneeling on her bed.

A few deep breaths later and Ciara was placing a pillow between her legs. She hesitantly began rubbing her clothed core against the pillow, she was holding the pillow while moving around quite a bit, almost as if she was uncomfortable.

Eventually she moved her hands down to her thighs, slowly dragging them up and down her body. Watching Ciara massage her breasts with her tiny hands was mesmerizing.

Her hips began moving faster, she was beginning to enjoy herself.

My blossom moved once again, sitting on her bed she laid down and stripped off her panties. Ciara hovered over the pillow once again and got back to work, rocking her hips back and forth just like before.

This time her jaw dropped, her head flew back and her fists clenched the sheets.

It is surprising that I get such a good view from here but fuck baby why did you not open your window! God I wish I could hear those pretty sounds coming out of her mouth. I was so distracted in imagining what she sounded I had not yet realized the pain in my lower region.

She kept moving back and forth, her face scrunching in absolute pleasure as she finished.

Ciara wiped her face before getting up and quickly rushing out of her room. No one else was home and she was half-naked so I knew she was heading to the bathroom.

I climbed down the tree that I was in and made my way up to her window, do not question how I can do that.

I quietly tried to open her window, praying that it was unlocked, which it was. I pushed it up as far as it could go. Thankfully I was able to fit through. I looked around for a second before grabbing what I wanted, Ciara's underwear.

For others this might be weird but I do not care. I want a memory of the first time I watched her come whether it was by herself or with me I don't care. I needed something of her to keep the memory fresh in my mind, every time I look at them I'm going to remember, very vividly.

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