Nudging her cheek away with his nose, he sucked her exposed neck.
She bucked against his hand, letting out a breathy moan. "Shh," he muttered. "I'm going to have to stuff your mouth to keep you quiet, aren't I?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"Your pussy's getting all nice and juicy for me," he growled in her ear. "Do you want to taste?" She gave him a wide-eyed nod, and he brought his fingers to her lips.
"Show me how you're going to suck my cock in a minute. I want a preview."
Her tongue bathed his fingers, her tongue agile and dexterous.
"That's my good little cock sucker. Let me in deeper," he murmured, fucking her face with his fingers, lightly touching the back of her throat. "Excellent. Are you ready for the real thing?"
"Yes, sir."
"Come on, get off the table. Take out my cock and show me what you can do."
Hermione slid off the table into a dream, kneeling at his feet in a trance.
Her hands slid over the thick column in his trousers then unzipped his fly and pulled him out.
He wasn't wearing boxers. She shoved one hand under his balls and licked his satin knob.
Lucifer hissed and pushed his trousers lower then pulled his shirt out of the way so he could watch her.
"That's it, pet. Open your mouth for me."
If he kept talking to her like that, she was going to start humping his leg.
Lucifer grabbed hold of his dick and tapped the head against her tongue a few times before sliding into her mouth. "Suck me nice and slow, love. I want to feel your pipe."
Hermione did what he said, stopped focusing on the bulge visible from outside her neck and getting him as deep as she could inside her body.
He let her take it at her own speed.
She couldn't stop petting his sac; she knew it was obsessive, but it calmed her.
Lucifer pulled out and lifted his dick for her. "Suck my balls. I want to feel your tongue, understand?"
She nodded and sucked one into her mouth, palpating it with her tongue as she worked.
She didn't like sucking his balls as much; his pubic hair always got stuck on her tongue, and she was convinced she was going to cough up a pube-ball like a cat some day.
'But fuck . . . listen to him.'
His growls and grunts made her even wetter; she slipped her fingers over her clit to relieve the ache.
"Did I say you could touch your pussy?" he hissed.
She backed away. "No, I'm sorry, sir."
"You're going to get it when we get back to the room. Stand up."
She stood, and he slipped one hand under her shirt, palming her breast. "No touching unless I say so."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Bend over the table. I want you to hold yourself wide open so I can see if you're wet enough yet."
Hermione pulled up her skirt and laid her chest on the table, reaching back to spread herself for him.
"Very good," he murmured. One finger dipped inside her as if he were checking her oil.
"Is there a reason you didn't wear your plug tonight?"
"I'm sorry, sir."
He smirked but then straightened his face so she wouldn't hear it in his voice. "Did you think your arse was just going to magically stay stretched in the meantime?"
"I guess not, sir."
"Hmm. Keep your cheeks spread wide, pet. I'll have to stretch you by hand until you get your plug back. You don't want it to hurt when I bugger you, do you?"
"No, sir."
After wetting his index finger in his mouth, he pressed it to her bum.
She made a small noise when he pushed inside, panting through her nose.
Her muscles let him in easily, so he pulled back out to get the middle finger wet too.
Spit wasn't as effective as lube; she took the two fingers with a small gasp.
Keeping them deep, he wiggled and scissored them inside her soft tract.
Her nails dug into her bum cheeks, hanging on for dear life.
Lucifer ran his other hand over hers. "Don't hurt yourself, pet."
Hermione unclenched, and her nails stopped biting into her bum.
Although still nervous, she was beyond ready for him to fuck her.
Her pussy kept up a steady drip. She could feel the lubrication sliding out, tickling her lips.
As long as he kept talking to her, she could keep her mind off possibly being discovered.
Lucifer pushed his gleaming glans to her pussy, running it up and down to collect her silken honey. "Bloody hell . . . you do love the library, don't you? Can you feel how wet you are, pet?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"What's gotten you so excited?"
About fifty things were successfully overriding her fear just then. "You, sir."
His breathy chuckle barely broke the silence as he dipped his cock halfway into her.
Her jaw dropped open when he pulled it right back out.
"Anything in particular?" he asked, easing the tip back inside.
She tried to lean back onto him, but he pulled away again. "Your voice, sir."
That struck him as very funny.
He knew she liked to hear him talk, but that she choose it over his dick or his fingers seemed rather impractical. "How about my cock? Would you like it now, or do you just want me to talk?"
"Both."
He barely held back a snort. "You'd better put your hands on the table . . . or over your mouth. You have to stay quiet."
Letting go of her cheeks, Hermione braced herself on her folded arms, burying her mouth in her elbow.
His dick slid in on one smooth thrust, and her eyes rolled back.
He wasn't teasing anymore. The fingers in her bum burrowed deeper as his cock hit the spot she liked.
His other hand had migrated from her hip to her clit, and the steady rhythm of his fingers swept her down an overwhelming river of sensation.
His hips drove an unfaltering beat against her sore bum, adding yet another layer to the experience.
Her head spun, shelves and books floated around the periphery of her vision.
Madam Pince would have her banned from the library if she ever found out what they'd been doing in there.
"Stop fighting it, love. I know you're close. Why don't you let your pussy tell you when you're ready instead of you forcing it."
Hermione tried to relax, but her abdomen felt like granite.
Whimpering into her arm, she felt him increase the cadence over her clit.
She wasn't just coasting toward an orgasm, she was being tossed headfirst into it.
Pressing her lips hard into her arm, she tore at the tabletop with her other hand, trying to hold herself still.
The blissful contractions built for a tight few seconds, and then she was exploding.
The muscles in her belly trembled in time with the quirky jerk of her legs.
His fingers pressed in deeper, and she shouted into her arm, her body convulsing as if cursed by the Cruiciatus.
Lucifer was going to bite a hole through his tongue.
Keeping quiet wasn't a problem, it was staying in control.
He wanted to slam into her and fuck her until she screamed.
Watching her come that hard made his balls ache.
Even when she started to calm down and go limp over the table, he still had to restrain every forward thrust, fighting the momentum his pelvis craved.
Finally, he made himself stop altogether and gather his wits.
He needed to stay sharp under the conditions.
"Can you stand?" he whispered.
She gave a tired nod, and he pulled out, turning her around.
"Liar," he said, smirking. "You're shaking like a newborn colt."
Lucifer half-carried, half-dragged her to the end of the shelves where they'd be better hidden from any sudden intruders.
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