“Okay, show me then”

He nearly choked. Forcibly swallowing the water that attempted to drown him from the inside, he looked over at her wide eyed. Her smirking face met his slightly bewildered one. He opened his mouth, stumbling over the thoughts in his mind.

“Excuse me?” he sputtered out.

“You heard me” Her smirk grew as she put her elbows on the desk between them, settling her chin on top of her fists,“Or are you all talk?” her stare daring him. It had been a joke, he’d made a little light hearted joke to make this studying easier. He had honestly expected a ‘that’s what she said’ or something along those lines, not for her to take him seriously. He was staring at her, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, slightly speechless. Her smirk turned into a predatory grin as she continued to stare him down. 

“I-I..” he stuttered, flustered, he could feel his cheeks redden slightly under her stare, and worse he felt a twitch in his pants.  “B-but we’re in a library” he practically whispered between slightly gritted teeth. 

“Yes and?” Her head tilted to the side as she eyed him up and down.  He shifted in his seat, her gaze a weight on him. He glanced down the stacks of the alcove they were in quickly, then back at her wicked grin. 

“You really want to…” he trailed off, a hand going down to adjust the definite shift in his pants. 

“You offered to show something to me,” her smirk came back with her matter of fact tone, “So show it”.

He swallowed, taking another glance down the alcove, it was pretty secluded, slim chance someone would walk by and look, still a chance though. He cleared his throat slightly, standing with another slight adjustment of his pants. Catching her glance down to the slight bulge now pressing against his jeans, he moved his chair around the corner of the desk, to face the opening of the alcove, and to be perpendicular to her. She watched him, unmoving, except for that sly smile returning as he sat back down. Wordlessly he raised an eyebrow at her, glancing down at his lap, and then back up at her. She shifted in her seat turning slightly to face him, the corner of the desk now between them, her gaze echoing his, from his crotch up to his face, her tongue flicking out slightly to wet her lips. A twitch echoed the movement, his eyes falling slightly to her lips, now reflecting the dreary fluorescence. With slight hesitation his hands met down at his belt, undoing it with a slight stutter of his fingers. Looking up for a moment he saw her eyes fixed upon his hands. As he moved his hands to the buttons of his jeans, she leaned an elbow on the corner of the desk, thankfully blocking any view from the alcove opening. A second later the buttons were undone, zipper pulled down, he looked back up at her to confirm and he caught another subtle lick of her lips as she stared at his open jeans. Her stare seemed to be caught on the open zipper of his jeans as she tried to drag it back up to the question on his face. 

“Go ahead” her voice came out as a sensual whisper, and he had to let out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding. Pushing his jeans slightly down with one hand he took the other and slowly pulled his now hard cock out. He watched her unblinking gaze, noting the small bob in her throat as she swallowed and bit her lip slightly. Her attention on his cock made it twitch in his grip. 

“You weren’t wrong” her words coming out breathy

“I mean most dick jokes are uh..” he unconsciously moved his hand up and down his shaft, watching as her eyes move slightly with his hand, “slightly based off truth”

“I’d say more than slightly” she responded with a slight underlying moan.