Page 83 of Voyeur
Maintenance Room.
I looked side to side one more time and opened the door, pulling her in behind me. At the click of the latch, I turned her and pinned her, my mouth immediately on hers, needing to taste her. I’d missed her and hated that I’d stayed away, that I hadn’t called, that I hadn’t reached out to her. She gasped for air when I finally released her lips, moving down her throat.
“Are you okay?” she breathed the question. “Donna said you were sick. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled into her shoulder, unwilling to remove my lips from her skin. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Callum, I—”
But her words were cut off because I’d tugged down her over-sized sweater and bit her nipple through the lace of her bra. I felt like a teenage boy, desperate to be inside her now that I’d had her.
She moaned when I pulled the lace aside and laved at the tender bud and sucked it between my lips. Her hands fumbled with the buckle of my pants, and I dug my hand into her hair like it was my anchor in this moment. Like it kept me from falling back into my past.
“Callum,” she breathed. “Who’s about to suck on your cock?”
My hips thrust forward against her searching hand. “You,” I moaned.
“Say my name.”
“Oaklyn. The most beautiful woman in the world is going to fall to her knees and wrap her sexy as sin lips around my dick and suck me.”
She moaned as she slipped out of my hold, falling to her knees to suck me inside her mouth. She flicked her tongue along the underside, tonguing the slit on the head.
Even in the dimly-lit room, I could look down and see her staring back up at me, holding my eyes, reminding me that it was her. Fuck, I loved her so much. Loved her for knowing what to do. Loved her for everything she was.
“Oaklyn. I need to be inside you.”
She let go of my shaft with a pop and stood, turning around to face the door as her hands went to her leggings to pull them down.
I halted her movement. “No.”
A shiver wracked my body and I swallowed hard, fighting off the memory, the shame attached to it.
She immediately turned and put her hands on my cheeks, making me look at her. “It’s just me.”
Her soft voice calmed the churning of my stomach and tethered me to the present. I stared into her golden eyes and held them as I pressed a kiss to her lush lips. Then I pushed her back against the door again and worked her leggings down her legs, only getting one foot out before I grabbed her bottom and hoisted her up high enough to fit my cock to her opening. I worked her slowly onto me, spreading her wetness with each push until finally I was fully inside of her.
With our foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on each other, our breath mixing between us, I slid out and back in. She held my gaze the whole time. Her wetness grew until it coated my balls, and I pounded into her faster. Trying to hold her hips away from the door to keep from making any noise. It didn’t take long before we were both on the the precipice, her brows furrowed with the effort to not let her lids slide closed.
Electricity zipped down my spine and pulled my balls up tight. Leaning in, I locked my lips to hers and moaned my pleasure. I gripped her hips, holding myself as deeply inside of her as possible as her cunt spasmed around my cock, her sweet moans of pleasure only serving to intensify my own.
My body shook in aftershocks and our gasping breaths echoed around us, seeming so loud that the entire campus could hear, but I knew it was just us in our bubble.
Satisfaction settled in my bones, reminding me that she was mine. That this was where I wanted to be. That she was my salvation.
I slipped out of her and set her down before grabbing a paper towel from a shelf and cleaned her up. She smiled and gently kissed me through it.
“I missed you yesterday. I’m assuming you’re feeling better now?”
“Much.”
Once we were both situated again, I asked, “Do you want to come over tonight?”
She looked away and I knew before she even said it.
“I can’t. I have to work.”
I fought to keep my expression neutral but failed. It was hard enough to deal with it before, but now that we’d had sex—made love—it damn near crushed me.
