People were leaving the library with their friends while I was with my nose in my books. I have been putting off my assignments for too long and now everything is falling into one place. It is hard to keep myself concentrated when all I want to do is play soccer or hang out with Mason.
He has been texting me the whole time but I told him to stop because I had to concentrate. And also people surrounding me were getting angry at me for being all smiley when looking at my phone. He has not texted me since I told him to and it sucks. I want him to text me and let me know what he is doing.
I also have been staring at my document for the past thirty minutes without anything on it. I just can't seem to think of something to write about. All I know is that I want to go home and sleep because I am not getting anywhere by just staring at my books and computer. But I also need to hand in the assignment by the end of the week which is in two days.
I love writing, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I hate it that I need to write a full-on text for a deadline. I went for creative writing because I thought it would be nice to do something that I love to do. I knew that soccer wasn't going to be it for me so I went for the second thing that I love. Writing.
My whole dream of writing a romance book or a novel had been destroyed during the second week of college. My professor was quite honest about how hard the publishing world is and that you need to do a lot more than write little stories. He ruined a few people's dreams that day but he made me want to work harder.
It is not that I am going to be a published author soon but I am going to keep writing and improve myself. What he made me think of is how much I want to work in the publishing world. I want to give unknown authors the chance.
"It is not going to write itself, darling." Mason stands in front of me now with sour candy in one hand and a coffee in the other. "What are you doing here?"
"You said you were doing an all-nighter so I thought I could join you. Studying is always better with two." He takes the chair in front of me while placing the candy in front of me. "I even brought your favorite candy to motivate you."
"That is nice of you." He takes his books out of his backpack with some candy for himself. It is weird to see an athlete eat so much candy because my brother and Dallas have a strict diet when it is playoff season. They keep themselves off alcohol and junk food for quite a while then.
"We talked about that before, Brynn. You find every single thing that I do nice." I take a sour candy while scrunching my nose. "I have honestly no idea how you can like those so much. They are not even that good."
"I don't judge your snacks, Mason, so don't judge mine." Pointing one of them at him, he starts to chuckle because I am quite protective over my sour candy. Not one single person I have met likes it. It has its perks since no one asks to share my candy with them which I don't like to do.
Growing up with older brothers meant having to share everything. Dallas constantly wanted everything that Elias had. He wanted to be like our older brother because he was popular and confident. I am sure that I even wanted to dress like him when I was younger because I thought people would like me more if I did.
"What do you even study?" He turns his book around to show me the human body. I have never been good at anything related to chemistry and biology. I was glad that once I got into college, I didn't have to do anything related to that anymore. "Well, that sounds fun."
"I am not allowed to judge your candy and you aren't allowed to judge my major." He puts his book back on the table. It is hard to concentrate on my work when Mason is in front of me. He is concentrating on his book while biting his pen which makes me stare at his lips. And I really don't need to think about our kiss that would make this really awkward.
Mason doesn't have to do a thing to make me forget about what I should be doing. He is distracting me without even acknowledging it. He is biting that pen and scrunching his nose when he reads something and all I want to do is kiss him. It is really fucking complicated.
"You are staring, darling." He doesn't even look up from his book while I close my computer since it is a lost cause. "I am not staring at you, Scott, don't flatter yourself too much. I am staring at the bookshelves behind you that are haunting me."
"Do you know how hard this is for me?" He doesn't move his head up but I can see that he is looking at me. "I am in a library with books surrounding me whispering my name to read them. But no, I have to finish this stupid story first."
"I am sure that is not the only thing." He places his pen between the pages he was reading before closing the book. "Help me find the anatomy book because I forgot mine at the apartment. And I really don't want to get back."
"How would that help me?" He gets off his chair and moves his hand to the bookshelves. "You need to relax for a moment by not sitting behind your desk the whole time. Searching the book is a good distraction."
"If that is what you say." Walking behind him, I start to look for the science section since that might be the only place that it can be. Mason isn't even looking at the books or sections, he is just looking at me.
"I like your dress." He checks me out before passing by me and going for the kinesiology section. I guess that is what he is studying if he found it so fast without even having to look for it on the computer.
"It should be here."
***
"Your book is nowhere to be found, Scott. Are you sure it is even here?" Mason's lips were on mine before I could ask him something else. He didn't bother looking if anyone was still around, he just kissed me like I was his last breath. We were making out in a corner of the library because I couldn't concentrate anymore.
"You have no idea how long I have been dying to do this again." He leaves a trail of kisses on my neck while I arch my back. He pushes me back to the bookshelves not wanting me to leave him but I really don't want to. All I want is his fingers on my body and do those wicked things he is dying to do.
"I can't even explain how much I want you." And he really doesn't have to because I can see it in his eyes how much he wants me. I am wearing an old sundress but he looks at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. He makes me feel beautiful and wanted which has been a long time.
"Mason, I still need to study." He puts his hands beside my head and looks at me like I said the most stupid thing in the world. "You need to relax before you do a full nighter. And I know the perfect way to do one."
"Do you trust me?" He starts to go down on his knees and spreads my legs a bit wider. "I am going to need words first, darling?" He looks up and it might be the most gorgeous thing that I have ever seen in my life. Mason Scott is on his knees for me and ready to give me an orgasm.
"I trust you." He gives me one of his rare smiles before he goes with his head under my sundress. I can feel his rough hands and his mouth on my legs and I can barely keep myself straight of how good that already feels.
"Love those panties, darling." He starts to slowly push them down waiting for me to take them fully off so he can put them in his pocket. "I am one lucky motherfucker." He starts to squeeze my tighs while slowly licking my clit.
"Be quiet while I enjoy this." He doesn't give me another second to register his words because his licks start to get faster. My hand goes up to my mouth so I can bite it while my other hand grabs the bookshelf behind me to steady myself. Mason is a man on a mission and fuck he does it well.
He takes one of my legs and lays it over his shoulder so I can steady myself more and he can have a better opening. "Fuck Mason, keep doing that." I thought he was just going to use his tongue but I was wrong. Two fingers enter me and a moan leaves my mouth. I am quite sure that someone heard that because I forget to bite my hand.
Mason's chuckle vibrates on my clit and I know that he is loving this. He knows how much I love control but doing this is making me forget about all the control I should have. And he is loving every single second.
His fingers start to go in and out. He curls them a few times and changes his tempo until he finds the one that I love the most. He wants to learn what I love and he is doing a good job. He is going to ruin me for every other guy that comes after him because fuck does this feel good. I haven't had one in a while.
My hips start to move when his licks get harder and I don't care if anyone can see us at the moment. I am on a full-on ride now that I am not willing to let go of. Tugging his hair, riding his fingers, and moaning his name isn't enough. I need more of him and this.
"Fuck, Mason." I start to come while Mason his free hand goes to grab my ass to squeeze it. The guy is ruining me and I don't even care about it because this orgasm might be the best one that I have ever had in my life.
"Now you are relaxed and ready to study." He gets off his knees and smiles brightly at me. I don't even know how to form a sentence anymore. "Well, I guess I did a pretty great job if you are speechless. Might have relaxed you a bit too much."
"You are so full of yourself, Scott." I put my hand in front of him to get my panties back but he ignores me. He starts to make his way over to another bookshelf and grabs a book. Probably the one that he needed. The one we were looking for before he gave me the best orgasm in my life.
"You weren't complaining a few seconds ago or do I need to remind you again?" He looks over his shoulder at me giving me a wink before walking back to our place. He walks so happily and confidently that the few people who are here are going to put the pieces together. He is so happy that he made me come in the middle of the library.
And I don't know if I should be mad or happy about it.