Taking the Librarian Ch. 04

Several hours later, Henry woke in the bed alone and gritted his teeth after making several rounds and finding that Amelie was gone. Breathing deeply, his mind raced with panicked thoughts of how to get her back until his obsession with the girl began to scare himself. Heaving a sigh, he resolved to let it be. If she didn't want the immense pleasure that he was capable of giving her, then he wouldn't waste his time was what he told himself. His heart knew differently, but Henry never listened to that.

...

At home, Amelie's first action was to enjoy a long, hot shower. Stripping out of torn and stretched clothing, she closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath of steam. The hot water against her skin drew a long groan from her mouth and within a few minutes, her fingers were gliding up and down, across her smooth skin and bringing bubbles and foam to life. Smiling softly, she cupped her breasts and massaged them gently, bringing a sudden heat between her thighs. Moaning, she continued her ministrations with her right hand as her left slid down the smooth expanse of her stomach, over her still-smooth mound and over her slightly sore lips. She winced at the first contact, but the throbbing of her clit called to her and before long she was massaging and stroking her lips.

"Oh yes," she cooed to herself as her thumb and forefinger tugged at her nipples teasingly, reminiscent of Henry's lips tugging at her buds the night before. With a start, she forced his image out of his head as she slid her right hand down her side, over the curve of her hips and over her supple butt cheeks until her fingers found her puckered bud. She gasped as she traced small circles around the opening and wriggled her hips against the dual onslaught of pleasure she was inflicting upon herself.

"Oh yes Henry!" she cried softly, giving into the fantasy and imagining that it was his slender fingers and large hands on her body pleasuring her as they showered together. "Oh yes, please!" she moaned, double penetrating herself with her fingers as she rocked her hips frantically, desperate for orgasm. Amelie squeezed her eyes shut as she increased her thrusting and conjured up Henry's face, staring intently down at her and fingered until she came hard under his imagined gaze.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she mumbled, shuddering and throbbing around her fingers as she tried to recover her self-induced pleasure. Blushing hotly, she finished showering quickly, ashamed that just the image of Henry could bring her to peak so quickly. Shaking her head as she wrapped a towel around herself, she decided to try as best she could to forget about what had happened. Maybe she would finally go out to that club that Lily had been telling her about and meet a guy.

...

"Hey Henry," a deep voice rang out from behind him as Henry was scrunched over a table, scrutinizing the floorplans to his latest building.

"Oh, Aaron, what are you doing here?" he asked his longtime friend with a bemused smile, he was always up to no good.

"I was just thinking we could check out the new bar that opened up, I heard there's a lot of hot, younger girls there who are always down for it," Aaron smirked up at his friend cheekily, "It's probably been a while since you got laid," he joked, punching Henry in the arm.

"I think you're projecting," Henry responded back wittily and he couldn't help but think back to the sexy librarian who had been his last lay. He felt his balls tighten at the mere thought of her. Maybe it would be good for him to go out and find another young thing to tie up and pleasure. "Alright," he nodded, agreeing to Aaron's suggestion, "Meet you there at eight or so?" he suggested, eager to finish up his project before going out.

"Sounds good," Aaron nodded, "We are going to get so much hot snatch!" he laughed, pumping his fist in the air as he left the office. Henry shook his head and laughed at his friend. He was ridiculous, but maybe he was onto something. The best way to get over Amelie was to find a replacement for Amelie.

...

"I'm so glad you finally agreed to come out with me!" Lily enthused as they walked into the club around seven o'clock. It was early, so it wasn't too packed yet. Amelie was wearing little black dress that fit her like a glove. Her eyes flitted around nervously as she took in the luxurious interior. Biting back her nerves, she walked up to the bar to order two cosmos for Lily and herself.

"Hello there," a man at the bar greeted her smoothly as she waited for her drinks, "What's your name?" he asked, his eyes raking obviously up and down her body.

"Amelie," she replied, feeling a surprisingly thrill at his obvious scrutiny and approval. "And what's yours?" she asked back flirtatiously.

"I'm Derek," he responded, grinning suavely at her, "You look delicious, by the way."

Amelie blushed at his comment as she took a minute to regard him. He was tall, but not quite as tall as Henry, and he was sort of handsome in a guy-next-door kind of way with cropped, dark hair and steely grey eyes. Shaking off her comparisons, she decided to lean into it and have a good time so she threw a reassuring smile at Lily before taking a seat next to Derek.

An hour or so later, Henry and Aaron stepped into the club and it felt as though all the women's eyes trained right on them. Rightly so, as they were a very formidable pair. Henry stood around six foot four with silvery salt and pepper hair and wore a dark blue button down, a gray twill waistcoat, and pants that fitted him impossibly well. Aaron, on the other hand, stood at six foot one, had deep chestnut brown hair and bewitching green eyes. He was broader than Henry, but still in impeccable taste, and his white shirt and brown waistcoat combination went perfectly alongside Henry's ensemble.

Smiling at the attention, they both surveyed the crowd of ladies and knew that they would have their pick of the litter. Grinning at a tall, svelte blond, Aaron went in for the kill while Henry preferred to wait, going up to the bar for a drink first.

"Double scotch, neat," he told the bartender as he stood, unwittingly, behind Amelie and Derek who were still chatting contentedly.

"Here you go sir," the bartender returned with a tumbler of amber liquid, "Would you like to start a tab?"

Henry nodded and handed over his credit card just as Amelie was finishing up an impassioned argument and knocked the card from his hands.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" she apologized profusely, hopping off her barstool and bending forwards to grab the plastic card. "Here you go sir," she mumbled before she brought her eyes to Henry's handsome face and froze.

"Thank you," he responded in a gravelly voice as his eyes flitted from Amelie to Derek and fixed him with an icy stare. Trying his best to ignore her, he reached over her and handed the bartender his card. Amelie's heart raced as he leaned over her like he had several nights ago and she couldn't help but feel aroused at the sheer power and authority that rolled off his lithe frame. Giving her a passing smile, Henry turned away before he did something inappropriate.

"Amelie?" Derek called as she stood plastered to the floor, her knees practically shaking at the encounter.

"Oh yes, sorry Derek. I'm just so clumsy, how embarrassing," she chuckled, trying her best to laugh it off.

"Do you want to dance?" he suggested, noting that the dance floor was beginning to fill with bodies. Amelie smiled at him weakly and shook her head, she was never much of a dancer. Shrugging, Derek hopped off of his stool and ventured onto the dance floor and before long was taken up by a beautiful redhead who happily wrapped her limbs around him as they gyrated together.

"What happened to that guy?" Lily asked, finally returning from her grinding session with a handsome brunette.

"He wanted to dance and I'm just not a dancer," Amelie shrugged, fighting to keep her eyes from searching for Henry. "How about you? Who's that?" she giggled, motioning towards the tall man who was fighting his way through the dancing throng towards Lily.

"Oh his name is Aaron, he is crazy hot!" Lily answered, giddy with excitement, "Oh, here he comes, be cool!"

"Hello ladies," Aaron greeted the two, taking a moment to look over Amelie before returning his attention to Lily. "Can I get us another round?" he suggested, signaling the bartender over.

"Another cosmo for me," Lily responded.

"Bourbon on the rocks for me," Aaron followed.

"I'd like to try your Pimm's Cup please?" Amelie smiled gently at the bartender. He nodded back at the three before moving off to make their drinks.

"So, I don't believe we've met," Aaron smiled genially at Amelie, extending a large hand out for a shake.

"I don't believe we have," Amelie laughed back, "I'm Amelie, Lily and I work together," she supplied.

"I see, well I'm here with a friend as well, but I'm not quite sure where he went off too. I've been a bit preoccupied with this one here," he laughed heartily, placing his hand on Lily's shoulder and massaging it gently. From across the room, Henry gritted his teeth as he watched Aaron laughing with Amelie and her friend. He knew of Aaron's proclivity for threesomes and couldn't help the surge of possessiveness that rose up in his chest. Gulping down his second double scotch, he pushed himself up and out of the clingy grasp of the blonde that had cornered him earlier in the night and paced over to the threesome at the bar.

"Henry!" Aaron shouted jovially at the sight of his friend approaching. Amelie's eyes widened at the sound of his name and she squeezed her eyes together, wishing fervently that it was a different Henry. Her prayers went unanswered as he took the seat to her left and his knees brushed against her thigh as he ordered another scotch.

"Hello," he greeted the group, though his eyes were trained on Amelie and the blush that was rising in her cheeks.

"Hi, I'm Lily," the petite redhead introduced herself, feeling the tension between the ridiculously handsome gentleman and her friend. Furrowing her brows at Amelie, she tried to read the vibe, but Amelie was resolved to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I like your dress," Henry finally said after Aaron and Lily had returned to the dance floor. He didn't mean to, but his hands reached out of their own accord and stroked her shoulder, slid down her waist and cradled her hips softly. Amelie's breaths grew shallow at his touch and she shivered, feeling goosebumps up and down her arms. "Are you cold?" Henry asked, a little bit drunk and oblivious to Amelie's discomfort as he wrapped his arm around her body and inhaled the soft scent of her hair. His nether regions stirred as he envisioned their bodies wrapped together again.

"I need to use the restroom," Amelie finally spoke, hopping down from her stool, making a beeline for the women's room, and shutting herself in a stall. Breathing deeply, Amelie regarded her quaking hands with disdain as she also realized that her thighs were already slick with desire just from sitting next to the man! Shaking her head, she swallowed hard before deciding it was time to go home. Exhaling sharply, she unlocked the bathroom stall, splashed some cold water on her face at the sink and walked determinedly towards the coat room.

"Here you go," she smiled at the coat check girl, slipping her a five as she grabbed her coat and practically bolted out the door.

...

Back inside, Henry waited impatiently for Amelie to return, but the minutes ticked by until it had been far too long. Furrowing his brows, he stood and strode over to the bathrooms and caught an entering woman by the elbow.

"Would you check if there's a woman in there with reddish brown hair, green eyes, and she's wearing a black dress?" he asked her authoritatively. Transfixed, she nodded and popping into the bathroom. Moments later, she came back out and shook her head. Henry cursed as he realized she had, once again, gotten away from him. Gritting his teeth, he paced out the door, climbed into his car, and slammed the door. As he drove home, he tried to reason with himself. Why was he so obsessed with this ordinary librarian? He could find dozens like her if he tried, but somehow he didn't want to. He was stubborn and he just wanted to push her up against the wall of his study, hoist her up and nestle himself between her thighs as she hung on for dear life. Growling, he bounded up the stairs to his bedroom and quickly dressed. Once totally nude, he flopped backwards onto his bed.

"God damn it Amelie!" he mumbled to himself and he cupped his shaft, needing some sort of release before sleep could ensue. Closing his eyes, he pictured Amelie in a lacy negligee, dancing seductively for him in the bedroom. Her tits swayed and jiggled in the most perfect way as she smiled up at him coyly, rubbing her hands up and down her sides and sliding them down the valley of her breasts and into her black, lace panties. Henry groaned and grabbed his swelling shaft a bit more firmly as he pictured her sinking to her knees in front of him, running her fingers teasingly up his inner thighs and placing hot, wet kisses from his knees until her mouth was devastatingly close to his erection.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, twisting his hand around his cock as he pictured Amelie's full, wet lips circling around his member and swallowing as much of his length as she could. In his mind's eye, she was sucking him enthusiastically and massaging his balls with her delicate fingers. He thrust his hips into the air as his breathing grew frantic and shallow.

"Tie me up," his imaginary Amelie whispered in his ear, grabbing him by the hand and leading him into the other room. She stood obediently under the metal frame and allowed Henry to chain her wrists and ankles to the frame. "Please Henry, fuck me. Make me cum on your big, hard dick," she begged, pouting seductively up at him.

"Fuck!" Henry grunted, feeling his balls tighten and churn as he stroked himself faster and faster until he shot his load across his stomach and chest. Panting, his eyes fluttered close as he fell into a fitful sleep. Amelie will be mine was the last thought that crossed his conscious mind.