Something About Him

I didn't want to talk to anyone; painful thoughts were filling my head and I simply couldn't look at anyone without wanting to scream. I kept myself together by having my ear phones in and playing my music loud enough that it was louder than my thoughts. I walked to the library hoping to fine solitude; I wasn't going to get such an offer at my apartment since I had a roommate that irritated me. The library was busy as it usually was in the late evening. It surprised me that they stayed open so late during the year, but I understood why. Most of the students who came here wanted to study. I looked at all the people and sighed, I'm definitely not going to get the solitude I need here.There was a woman at the front desk who asked me if I needed anything.

I nodded, "A quiet room please?"

She smiled, "Alright, could I see your I.D?"

I handed my I.D to her and waited. For a while now I knew that the woman at the desk was slow. She scanned my I.D and quickly gave it back to me. Then the woman turned around and asked someone for a quiet room key. After a minute had passed she finally brought the key to me. I thanked her and headed for the third floor. The key said it was to room 368, which was the last room on the floor. I frowned and made my way there. The door was black, and there was no chance anyone could see if I was in there. With the brief moment of relief I decided to open the door.

Inside the room was a desk and a loveseat. Many of the larger quiet rooms included a loveseat for group study. The relief I felt before finally sunk in as I closed the door behind me. I sat on the loveseat and grabbed a book from my bag. For about an hour I was reading, but I guess I was too tired to stay awake.

I was suddenly running from someone; I knew it was only a dream, but for some reason I was terrified. It was dark and I couldn't tell where I was. At some point I realized that I had no idea where I was going to run. There was nowhere to run, and there was no light for guidance. I let out a loud scream which only made the man who was chasing me laugh. Being the clumsy person I was; I tripped, allowing the man behind me to finally catch me.

I woke up in the arms of the last person I wanted to see, "What are you doing here?"

He grinned, "I heard from the librarian that you were here."

How did she know who I was?

"You seem distraught," He frowned.

"I had a nightmare," I sighed, jumping to feet, "And I didn't want to see you."

"Aw, why not?"

I smiled, "Because you aggravate me."

"I try to aggravate you baby."

He reached his cold hand up my blouse, chuckling softly into my ear as his fingers traced around the lining of my bra. I tried to push him off of me, but he was much stronger than I was. I was suddenly trapped underneath him on the loveseat. His eyes were sparked with excitement. There were definitely dark, erotic thoughts going through his mind as he stared at my helpless figure lying on the cushion below him.

Oh no, not here..

He wasn't going to take a hint at my humiliated expression. His hands soon groped my breast as his lips found my neck. Every time I gasped, he squeezed my breasts harder. This continued until my nipples were fully perked up, and he could see it just my looking at me fully clothed. A smile crossed his face as he managed to get me out of my blouse. A part of me kept thinking that if I were to scream he'd be completely fucked over.

However, I was too aroused by this point to ever to such a thing. His lips were soon by my ear again. He began to whisper sweet nothings, calling me baby and everything else I desired to hear escape his mouth.

He chuckled, "See baby, I could have you right her if I wanted."

"Please stop calling me that, I know you don't actually give a shit about me."

He shook his head, "You don't know that for sure."

"I know you refuse to speak to me whenever you're around anyone else," I responded.

He frowned, "You know the reason for that. I don't want to hurt you."

You're hurting me right now.

I didn't want to respond to him; instead I attempted to open the door. My efforts were lost when his arms wrapping around my waist, "Please just… Don't go."

It took all I had to brush him away and get my blouse back on. Leaving the quiet room was my only chance to show him that I was strong. I knew he'd be right behind me, and that he would follow me until he'd get his way.

There was a crowd of people standing outside the library; I figured he'd try to hide himself so no one would see him. He had always done something of the sort whenever I was around him. I decided to head for my dorm; it was around eight, so my roommate would be in her night class until ten. If he was following me like I thought then he would surely follow me to my apartment.

I stayed silent as I walked through the automatic doors and pressed the button for the elevator. It was convenient for him that we lived on the same floor. The university apartments weren't gender biased. When the elevator door opened he quickly pressed the button to our floor. The tension in the elevator only rose while it took us upwards towards our floor. We didn't speak nor even acknowledge each other until I opened the door to the apartment. He looked around hoping there was no one to see him with me. I frowned and walked into my bedroom; not trying to care too much that he was acting the exact way I thought he would. He followed behind me and locked the door behind him.

I shot an irritated look towards him, "You're seriously afraid what people will think about us?"

"I've told you; I don't want anyone to suspect anything," He defended.

Am I that repulsive to them?

He smiled, "I know what you're thinking; you're not ugly. I actually believe you are the most beautiful girl I've seen on this campus."

"Oh how cliché of you to say," I rolled my eyes.

This made him laugh, "It's true."

"Prove it," I replied cynically.

His dark eyes locked on mine, "Alright, come closer."

I knew that he was trying to seduce me, but I didn't care; I walked over to him knowing that he was only closer to having me. His smile was enticing, alluring me towards him before he pulled me into his arms. Our eyes stayed on each other, as his fingers traced the lining of my lips. My insides froze instantly; He has me exactly where he wants me.

He pursed his lips, "Your emerald eyes are captivating. Do you realize that?"

I could say the same about your deep blue eyes.

"And your clear complexion," He flushed with confidence, "You don't have to wear makeup because you skin is already perfect. You have such long eyelashes and I know you don't use mascara. I can easily notice when you're trying to impress someone because you put on makeup and completely ruin your natural beauty."

I blushed, "I don't try to impress anyone."

"You try to impress me I am not an idiot," He replied.

Oh my, his smile is intoxicating.

He chuckled, "You're rosy cheeks are also enchanting."

I reiterated, "I don't try to impress anyone."

"You must be in denial then," He responded, "Because I've seen it firsthand."

"I don't understand why you try to be so confident about everything," I frowned.

He gave me a look of confusion, "I don't try to be confident. It's how I've always been."

"I don't think you've realized how much power you have over me," I said, finding myself blushing again.

"But I do know baby," He said before briefly kissing my lips, "I know."

Our bodies clashed together, and his lips were claiming mine with force. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. Our tongues entwined; he had caught me under his spell. I was his, and he knew that he was going to have me. It was that simple.

He broke the kiss for a moment as he lifted my dress over my head. I flinched at the thought of my body being revealed to him. It didn't matter that he had seen me naked before; I just hated the appearance of my slim shape in front of his toned muscular body. He smiled and told me to stop worrying about my body. He thought my body was perfect, and he reassured me that he didn't say that about just any girl. Our lips met again as his fingers traced up my spine and unhooked my bra. I decided to take of his jeans in return. He responded with my actions by taking off his shirt. I grazed over his breathtaking features for a minute or so, but he interrupted my view by lifting me into his arms and carrying me to my bed. He took off my panties next, and waited for my reaction as I watched my final article of clothing hit the floor.

He smiled, "You look like you've just got your death sentence."

"I did just get my death sentence. I've told myself not to do this anymore."

"How's that working out for you?" He asked sarcastically.

I didn't answer with words, and brought his lips to mine as if to say, "Shut up and make love to me."

He reacted like I knew he would, kissing me all over until he reached my pelvis. I breathed heavily; I wanted him to take me, all of me and I wanted it now. His tongue circled around until he reached my clitoris and started to lick. I tried desperately to control myself; I didn't want to climax right as we started. It was a few moments later my efforts became a success. He wiped his lip off and smiled in my direction while he got to his feet. I knew he was only smiling because of the giant bulge in his boxers. I laughed a little bit, and moved to him. He allowed me to pull his boxers down and play with his penis for a minute. I knew he was going to ask me to give him a blowjob next; it was a fair deal, he ate me out and I was to suck his dick.

I grabbed a hold of his dick before I decided to circle my tongue around the tip. I glanced up at him and searched for approval in his eyes. The answer he gave me seemed reassuring enough for me to continue. I opened my mouth some more and pushed more of him into my mouth. He began to moan quietly which told me that he enjoyed whatever I was doing. A few minutes passed before he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Whoa, I keep forgetting how great you are at that," He sighed, looking down at me. I blushed and lay on my side, lifting my leg. His body shifted behind me. I knew he was going to give it to me from the spooning position. His arm grabbing my leg that was up in the air, and his other free hand was on his cock.

He only smiled, "Eager aren't we?"

"Yes, now please," I paused, "Please just take me. Now."

He nodded and pulled my entire body closer to him. The tip of his dick teased me for a moment as it brushed against my sex; however, he slowly pushed it inside of me. The process still hurt even after having sex with him the number of times before. I realized then that he was really the only guy who had ever given me a true orgasm and I had sex with a couple number of guys in the past. The minute I felt him inside of me I brought my lips to his. He started at a slow pace in the beginning, but gradually fastened his pace. It was so hot, and I couldn't think of any other way to put it. I knew he was going to leave after this, but right now I was his and he was mine.

About an hour later it was all over. We had sex in multiple positions like on my desk, against the wall, and even on the kitchen table. It was quarter until ten as we were putting back on all of our clothes and cleaning our mess. I wasn't going to wear the dress I wore before, so I had on my pajamas. My roommate was going to be on her way in fifteen minutes, so I knew he was going to leave for his place any second.

I quickly noticed the huge grin on his face, "Cute PJs."

"They're comfy, and I need them after the crime you've just committed on me."

"What crime? I'm sure whatever crime I did to you, you certainly enjoyed it," He responded, pressing his lips to mine.

I pushed him away, "Don't just kiss me and leave. It's cruel."

He gasped, "You're really going to start this now?"

"No, I'm just tired of the same old routine," I tried fighting the tears that formed in my eyes, "I'm falling for you, and I know that you've realized that."

He shook his head, "I have."

"And I know you aren't feeling the same way," I whispered.

He pulled me into his arms, "Don't assume shit like that. I do love you, and it terrifies me. I've never felt this way before nor have I ever wanted anyone as badly as I want you."

"You're lying," I resisted.

However, he was much stronger than I was. His grip on me was tighter than before as he forced me to look into his eyes. I couldn't hold the tears anymore. His fingers caught one of them, and he brought it to his lips. Then he kissed me; his efforts defeating mine. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with all the fight I had left in me.