Page 12 of Men Who Yearn
“That’s it, show me what you look like when you come for me,” he groans.
My moans become louder and louder, his dirty words sending me over the moon and back.
I’m not ready, it’s too quick, I shouldn’t be doing this, oh God.
Too late.
A loud moan rolls off my tongue as his rolls around my clit and delicious shockwaves fill my body with ecstasy.My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull as he keeps licking me all the way through the orgasm, lapping up the juices and cum with delight.
And when I’ve finally come down from the high, my legs feel like they’ve turned to mush.
He helps me up and I hold onto his shoulders to steady myself before I lean in and kiss him on the lips.Every kiss is returned with an equally needy kiss … and lingering doubt.But if I keep my eyes closed the world will fade and maybe we can stay like this for a little longer.
His lips part against mine.“We shouldn’t have done this.”
“We definitely shouldn’t have,” I mutter.
When my eyes open again, his are filled with regret.The dean … in shock.
Oh God.
What have I done?
I clear my throat and let him go, then jump off the desk, as he tucks his dick back inside.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter to myself as I pull my leggings back up and put my shirt down.“I don’t know what got into me.I—”
He grabs my arm and stops me mid-way through the room.“Don’t be sorry about something we both needed.”He gently smiles.“Once.”
“Once,” I repeat, telling myself it’ll be enough.“Making a mistakeonceis enough.”
His Adam’s Apple goes up and down as his eyes linger on my body, my face, as if he’s taking it all in at once.“I … wanted to thank you.For your help.”
I nod.“Don’t … mention it.”
“I want you to know that I admire you, and I wish I could, but … I’m a scarred man, Kayla.I don’t do relationships.”He looks away for a moment and releases me from his grip.“It wouldn’t be right.”
“I understand,” I say.“And also because I’m friends with your son and daughter.”
“Exactly,” he repeats, his voice unsteady.
I rub my lips together.“We just needed to fuck it out of our system.And that’s it.”
“Right,” he says.
“Okay.Well, it was fun.”
When I turn around again he adds, “I’m sorry.I wish it could be more.But I don’t want you to be in danger.”
I pause near the door.“I know.I promise I won’t tell a soul.Not about the man you killed.Or what we did in here.But don’t ever ask me to forget.”I look him in the eye one last time, but the moment he takes a step towards me, I close the door behind me.
***
The next day
I take my earbuds out and stop jogging, right near the spot where Mr.Rivera killed that man.But there is no body.Not a speck of blood.Nothing left of the crime he committed.It’s as if it never even happened.
But I know I didn’t dream it up.
