**Title: Study Session Gone Wild**

It started like any other Tuesday night—me, Georgios, and a pile of textbooks spread across the library’s most secluded table. The place was nearly empty except for a few scattered students buried in their own work, which was exactly why I’d suggested we meet here. Not for the quiet, but for the risk.

Georgios had been my study partner—and secret fuck buddy—for the last month, ever since we’d drunkenly hooked up after a party. Now, every time we met, the tension between us was unbearable. His dark eyes kept flicking up from the notes, lingering on my lips, my chest, my legs crossed under the table. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“You’re distracting me,” I murmured, sliding my foot forward under the table until my toes brushed against his jean-clad thigh. His breath hitched, and he leaned forward, voice deep and rough.

“You started it.”

I smirked and stretched my leg further, pressing my foot against the growing bulge in his pants. He cursed under his breath and grabbed my ankle, squeezing. “Fuck, you’re playing with fire.”

“Prove it,” I whispered.

That was all it took. In one swift motion, he yanked me up by the wrist and dragged me toward the dimly lit stacks, where the oldest books gathered dust and no one ever wandered. The second we were out of sight, his hands were on me—one cupping the back of my neck, the other sliding under my shirt to grope my tits. His mouth crashed into mine, hard and hungry, tongue pushing past my lips like he owned them.

I moaned into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his messy dark hair as I ground against his thigh. His hands dropped to my ass, squeezing hard before hiking up my skirt. “You’re fucking soaked already,” he growled, fingers sliding under my panties to drag through my wetness.

“Because of you,” I gasped as he rubbed my clit in rough circles, his other hand still holding me tight against him as we kissed. His tongue was relentless, fucking my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck my pussy.

I reached down, fumbling with his belt and jeans until I could wrap my fingers around his cock. It was thick and hot in my hand, already leaking. “Georgios,” I whimpered, stroking him slowly.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough. I obeyed, bracing my hands against the bookshelf in front of me as he yanked my panties down just enough to expose my cunt. His fingers plunged back inside me, curling just right to make me cry out.

“Shh,” he teased, leaning over me to bite my earlobe. “You wanna get caught?”

I shook my head, but the thrill of possibly being heard only made me wetter. His fingers left me, and I whined until I felt the thick head of his cock pushing against my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned as he slid inside inch by inch, my pussy clenching around him. When he was fully sheathed, he paused, letting me adjust before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping against my ass with every thrust. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise, his breath hot against my neck. “Feel how deep I am?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I panted, pushing back against him, taking him even deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our heavy breathing, and I could barely think—just feel. The fullness of his cock stretching me, the way my clit rubbed against the shelf with every thrust, the sheer danger of getting caught.

Georgios’ fingers found my clit again, circling it fast as his cock pounded into me. “Gonna make you come right here,” he growled. “Gonna make you scream.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down around him as I shuddered, barely remembering to muffle my cries against my arm. He fucked me through it, his own grunts getting louder as he chased his own release.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warned moments before his grip on my hips turned bruising. He buried himself deep, pulsing inside me as he came with a low groan.

We stayed like that for a second, both panting, before he slowly pulled out. I turned around, meeting his dark, satisfied gaze as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“We should study more often,” I smirked, straightening my skirt.

He grabbed my chin, pulling me into another deep kiss. “Next time, I’m bending you over the table.”

And just like that, I was already wet again.