Sweet Talk (One Shots)

Rivals

Sitting here under the rows and rows of books feels peaceful. Surprisingly peaceful, you'd think that at an Ivy League college, the Library would be full but as I sit here on the floor in the quiet I have no complaints.

"Parker." Peace gone. I look up to see the bane of my existence looming over me.

"Lopez, how can I help you?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Help me? Strange way to ask me out, Parker." He smirks still looking down at me, "Do you like the view from down there?"

"Haha." I get up from the floor and push him away from me. "Look Lopez, I'm not giving up my number one spot for pretty brown eyes and a boy band haircut, and I'm not playing your little games. Move."

I push past him and he grabs my arm. "I concede."

"What?"

"I concede." I turn to face him. "I don't want to fight anymore Parker." A seriousness takes over him and I stare back, shocked.

"Lopez, I don't..."

"I like you, I don't care about being number one. I mean I do but I don't want to fight with you. I just..." He walks over to me slowly and soon he's so close I can feel his breath on my face.

He kisses me lightly, hands still in his pockets afraid. The shock freezes me in place. He pulls back, "I'm sorry Parker." He backs up.

I instinctively pull him back and kiss him deeper. After the initial shock, he returns the kiss. I drop my books and he snakes his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses my nose and looks at me.

"So what was it that did it for you? The boy band haircut or the pretty brown eyes?" I roll my eyes and let go of the embrace.

"Just the fact that you finally grew some balls," I smirk.

He steps towards me slowly "Is that what does it for you, Parker? Dominance?" I gulp, he smirks, "You like being told what to do, for someone else to be in charge for a change?" He backs me up to the shelves. "Get on your knees for me baby."

"I'm not..." I start. I hate that he knows me like that.

"Trust yourself, I know you want to." He says. I slowly get down on my knees while maintaining eye contact. He smiles but his eyes darken with lust. "Good girl."

He puts his thumb on my lower lip while undoing his pants. "Soft." He comments before slipping his thumb into my mouth slowly to widen it and then letting himself in after. He groans as my mouth fills with him and I look up enjoying the sight of him melting into me.

He grabs my hair and starts guiding me while moving his hips to match the tempo of his thrusts. "Look at me," I look up, "Fuck, you're so beautiful." I pull away to tease him and grab his dick while I playfully lick and stroke his tip with my tongue. His moans come out as low growls as he watches me.

I return all of him back into my mouth and pick up speed and I feel his penis throb in my mouth. He grabs my hair and thrusts deeper and the pleasure I know I'm giving him turns me on more and I begin to feel myself get wet.

"Stand up." He commands as he picks me up to my feet and turns me around. "Hold on to the shelves." He picks up my mini skirt and pulls down my underwear. He licks his fingers and slips them in slowly. "I love how wet you are for me, babe," I whimper out a moan, "Ask for it." 

"What?"

"Ask for it." I remain silent. "Ask for it or I'll end this here."

I stay silent and he begins to pull away. "Please," I whisper.

"Louder."

"Please," I say and he slams into me filling me up and I let out a louder moan. He covers my mouth to make sure no one can hear us.

"Shhhh" he whispers as he continues to thrust into me deep and fast. He slips his hand onto my clit and circles deepening my pleasure.

My walls start to tighten around him and I can feel him throb inside me. He thrusts fast and as we reach the climax he slows down and thrusts deep and slow. He kneels down and licks me up to clean me before looking up at me and saying, "I'm at your mercy now, you win."