Jake's apartment wasn't far—ten minutes off campus, tucked in a quiet building with ivy crawling up the brick. Anna followed him up the stairs, pretending she wasn't checking him out the entire way. His shoulders filled the space of the narrow hallway, and the way his shirt stretched across his back had her biting her lip.
He unlocked the door, glancing at her over his shoulder with that same lazy grin. "Welcome to my humble library extension."
Inside, his place was… surprisingly neat. Stacks of books were arranged with a strange precision—like he actually respected them. The faint scent of coffee lingered in the air, warm and inviting.
Anna stepped inside and slipped off her jacket. "Not bad. I expected pizza boxes and gym socks."
Jake laughed, dropping the rare book onto his coffee table. "Guess I ruined the stereotype. Want a drink?"
She sank onto his couch, crossing her legs deliberately, letting the hem of her skirt ride just a little higher. "What've you got?"
"Coffee, beer, wine…" He opened the small cabinet by his fridge, glancing back at her. "Or I can be creative."
"Wine," Anna said, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Let's keep it classy."
Jake poured two glasses and joined her, setting one in her hand before taking the seat beside her. Not too close—but close enough that she could feel the heat of him.
Anna swirled her glass, eyeing the book on the table. "So this is where the magic happens, huh? Lure girls in with a rare edition, get them tipsy, then… what, exactly?"
Jake raised an eyebrow, sipping his wine without breaking eye contact. "You're the one who insisted on reading it. I just provided the location."
"Mhm." She took a slow sip, licking the drop from her lip. "Feels more like a setup."
He set his glass down, leaning back, his arm draping casually over the back of the couch. "And if it was?"
Anna turned toward him fully, one brow lifted, daring him. "Then I'd say you're pretty confident."
Jake's grin returned, slower this time, like he knew exactly what game she was playing. "Confidence works better when it's mutual."
The air between them thickened, charged. Anna's heart thumped harder than she wanted to admit, but she didn't break eye contact.
"Maybe I didn't come here just for the book," she said softly.
Jake leaned in just enough that she could feel his breath near her ear. "Good. Because I didn't invite you here just for that either."
Her pulse jumped, heat pooling in her stomach as her breath hitched at his words. The smirk on Jake's lips said he knew exactly what he was doing—and that only made her want him more.
"Then stop talking about books," she murmured, setting her wine glass aside, "and kiss me already."
Jake didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her in as his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was hot, hungry, nothing polite about it. She gasped against his lips, and he deepened it, tongue teasing, tasting.
Anna shifted onto her knees, straddling his lap without hesitation. She could feel the heat of him, hard and ready beneath her, and it sent a shiver straight down her spine. Jake groaned low in his chest, his hands gripping her hips like he'd been waiting all night for this.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to earn another growl from him. His lips left hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck, sucking hard enough to make her whimper.
"Jake…" she breathed, rocking her hips against him, the friction sending sparks through her body.
"Fuck," he muttered against her skin, one hand sliding under her shirt, palm brushing the warm curve of her waist. "You're dangerous."
"Me?" She laughed breathlessly, grinding against him harder. "You're the one luring girls into your apartment with rare books."
He chuckled darkly, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head in one swift move. "Worked, didn't it?"
Anna smirked, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. "Guess I'll let you keep your strategy."
His lips met hers again, hotter, hungrier, as her fingers slid beneath denim, finding what she wanted. The groan that tore from his throat made her pulse race, and she knew—neither of them had any intention of slowing down.
Jake's mouth was hot and demanding, his hands rough with urgency as they roamed over Anna's bare skin. She shivered under his touch, pressing herself harder against him, desperate for more.
"Impatient, aren't you?" he muttered, his lips brushing her ear.
Anna smirked, her fingers working his belt buckle open with practiced ease. "You have no idea."
The metal clinked, and she shoved his jeans down, feeling the hard length of him straining beneath his boxers. Her thighs clenched at the sheer heat of him. Jake groaned, his hips arching into her touch as she teased him through the thin fabric.
"Fuck, Anna," he growled, gripping her waist tighter.
She leaned back just enough to tug her skirt up, sliding it past her hips before shimmying out of her panties. His eyes darkened the moment he realized she was bare for him, pupils blown wide with hunger.
"Jesus…" he whispered, dragging a hand down her stomach, between her thighs. His fingers brushed over her slick heat, and she gasped, clinging to his shoulders.
"Already so wet for me," he said, voice rough with need.
"Shut up and fuck me," Anna shot back, breathless.
Jake's laugh was low, dangerous. "Gladly."
In one swift motion, he shoved his boxers down, freeing himself. Anna's breath caught as she looked down at him—thick, hard, ready. She didn't wait. She lined herself up and sank down onto him in one smooth, desperate push.
"Fuck!" they both groaned at once.
The stretch burned in the sweetest way, and she gripped his shoulders for balance as she rocked her hips. He filled her completely, every inch pushing deeper until she couldn't breathe.
"God, Jake," she moaned, starting to move, grinding against him, chasing the friction.
His hands grabbed her ass, guiding her rhythm as his hips thrust up to meet hers. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and Anna's sharp cries of pleasure.
Jake's mouth found her nipple, tugging it between his teeth, sucking until she whimpered. She rode him harder, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks he'd feel tomorrow.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned against her chest, driving up into her with every word.
Anna's head tipped back, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "I'm—fuck—I'm so close."
He gripped her tighter, pounding into her with a force that made the couch creak beneath them. "Come for me, Anna."
Her body broke first—her orgasm crashing through her in waves, making her cry out as she clenched around him. The way she squeezed him drove Jake over the edge, and with a guttural growl he buried himself deep, spilling into her as his own release shook him.
For a long moment, they just stayed there—Anna trembling against his chest, Jake's breath hot against her neck, both of them utterly undone.