Merle Dixon x Fem!AFAB!Bookworm!Reader || Smexcerpt
Plot: A certain genre always always always turns you on and the only other person who's always in the library with you- is dirty, surprisingly intuitive, Merle Dixon.
Warnings: Smut. Public/Library sex. Age difference. Pussy eating+riding.
Merle's mouth on your cunt felt like heaven. And something about the dead silence around you made it even better, like you could let slip a moan any time and someone could see this.
Your fingers dig into the arms on the comfy library chair you're slumped in like a puddle so hard the carpet-like fabric feel will definitely leave a numbing imprint behind on the pads of your fingers long after you let go. Every time he sucks your clit, starting out gentle but getting harder and crueller every time, you want to scream. All you can do is throw your head back on your neck and grind yourself against his mouth. You started out biting your lip and chewing the inside of your cheek, in a desperate attempt at keeping quiet, but you're losing it. Now your mouth hangs open, dangerously close to making sound.
All you want to do is moan his name. You think his name would be so fun to moan and beg. Merle. Or Dixon. You like them both, or you just like him. Nevertheless, you cannot, under any circumstances, do what you want. Not here!!
But when he rubs his mouth against you, searching for better purchase, searching to breach your pretty pussy deeper and make the sweet lil bookworm cum all over his face, you almost do. Luckily you've done this before with him, and you're practised at silence, but every time this happens its getting harder. Merle Dixon... You like him.
You really have to invite him over soon- to see your books, of course. And fuck you in a bed so you can be loud with him, scream his name, and he can say all the dirty things you know he's thinking.
Merle takes note of your throbbing, dripping state then and gives your heated pussy a delicious lick over the top, for good measure. Pulls his face away, an inch or two. "Babygirl, you're gonna kill this poor old guy."
You cover your face out of embarrassment, but that only seems to make him worse.
He gives your hip a harsh pinch and you have to bite your lip again to keep from moaning when the pain shoots right to your core, and it feels good. "C'mon, up y'get."
Lost in a drunk stupor, you give a nod and merely hum. Yeah, okay. You know what comes next.
Merle settles into the armchair you vacate, spreads his knees like he has a foot and half rock hard to account for, and the sight of the bulge in his jeans make you drip down your bare thigh. Maybe it isn't a foot and a half but he's more then enough. You cant believe simply reading a book in a library got you here.
When he reaches in between his thighs, cups it and gives a squeeze just looking at you, like you're the sexiest thing the old man has ever seen in his scummy life, it feels like he's torturing you more then he is himself. "... oh god Merle." You sigh, breathless. Needy.
With a smirk, the bastard put a finger in front of his mouth. "Shhhhhhhh. C'mere, baby."
You do not have to be told twice.
Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his worn old jeans have become second nature for you by this point, and they're gone before long at all. Then you're sinking down on his fat dick. You used to close your eyes for this part, just enjoy the stretch, but Merle's facial aerobics are far too good to miss and you can do both. He looks like he hasn't had pussy as warm or wet as yours in decades, his big hands squeezing your hips to his so he can feel all of you. And he can barely contain himself, moaning a little through tightly closed lips.
"Shit, sweetheart... if you don't start now I'm gonna just fill this pussy up. Cant help myself."
The thought occurs to you that in another world, you would let this man spill in your cunt without a second thought. You could be reckless. But since you're not, and you cant be, you don't tease; you set your hands on his shoulders and raise up above his cock again, before grinding down on him for a second time. Again, so your clit rubs against him. Again. And again, until you build a momentum and ride him seamlessly. Squeezing his dick tight in your throbbing cunt, covering him in your slick, making it drip down to the chair cushion.
When you get close to cumming, you have to cover his mouth and he covers yours, little sighs and grunts escaping when you're so close to bursting. Even if the librarian caught you now, you're certain you couldn't stop. He's too good, his cock- he- the creepy old bastard. stretches so good. so thick, so deep- you want him so bad--
He holds off until your orgasm rolls through your body, strangling his dick in your heat so tight Merle has to grit his teeth to stop himself whining for you. His head drops back on his neck then, grinding his hips up into you one last time, lovin the feel of your sweet cunt milking him so damn good. Gently, you lean in and put your lips to his neck; suck a hickey into a his skin.
Soothe him through his own orgasm.
Another moment passes, then he pats your butt and you tiredly lift yourself off him, so he can paint your thighs white. You watch his face, and smirk. You just know he makes the best noises, when allowed.
You are absolutely going to invite this old man over to your place.