Anna knew it was reckless. After last time in the classroom, she told herself she'd keep things tame. But then Jake texted her a single line:
"Meet me in the library. Back corner. Don't make me wait."
Her body betrayed her brain. She was already on her way before she'd even finished reading the message twice.
The library was quiet as always, the kind of hush that begged to be broken. Anna's pulse pounded as she slipped past the rows of shelves, her eyes searching until she found him in the farthest corner—half-hidden in the shadow of tall stacks.
Jake didn't waste time. The moment she stepped into the aisle, his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against him. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling.
"Jake—" she gasped, "we can't—"
"We can," he growled, pressing her back against the shelf. Books rattled, a few nearly toppling as his hands slid under her skirt. "We just have to be quiet."
Her protest melted into a whimper when his fingers brushed her bare slit. She was already wet, embarrassingly so, and the smug glint in his eyes told her he noticed.
"Fuck, Anna," he whispered hot against her ear. "You're dripping, and we just started."
"Shut up," she hissed, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth back to hers.
He chuckled darkly, but obeyed—sliding two fingers inside her while his thumb circled her clit. Anna's knees trembled, and she clutched the shelf behind her, knuckles white as she tried not to cry out.
Her orgasm built too quickly, her body desperate after how he'd left her aching since last night. When it hit, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream, her walls clenching around his fingers in waves.
"Good girl," Jake murmured, withdrawing his fingers and shoving them into his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied groan.
Anna's breath hitched at the sight. "You're insane."
"Not done," he said, already unzipping his jeans.
Her eyes widened, heart racing. "Jake—here? Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." He turned her suddenly, pressing her chest against the shelf, flipping her skirt up over her ass. His hand pressed firmly at her lower back, keeping her bent just enough.
Before she could argue, he pushed into her in one hard stroke. Anna bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood, gripping the wood of the shelf as he filled her completely.
"Fuck," Jake hissed, thrusting deep. "So tight. So wet."
The shelf creaked with every movement, the danger of discovery only heightening the heat. Anna squeezed her eyes shut, moaning quietly as he pounded into her, his pace relentless.
"Be quiet," he whispered harshly in her ear, though the smug smile on his lips betrayed how much he loved seeing her struggle.
Anna's body betrayed her again, climax tearing through her with brutal force, her nails clawing at the shelf as she shook under him. Jake followed seconds later, groaning low as he buried himself inside her, releasing deep.
For a long, breathless moment, they stayed pressed together, both of them trembling. Then Jake leaned down, kissing the back of her neck before pulling out.
"Next time," he murmured, tucking himself back in, "I'm making you scream loud enough the whole building hears."
Anna swallowed hard, tugging her skirt back into place, legs still shaking. "You're going to get us expelled."
Jake smirked, eyes gleaming. "Worth it."