Voyeur

His words, the hard thrusts, the way he brushed against my hard clit set me off. I held on tightly to him and threw my head back as my whole body tightened, squeezing his cock to hold it deep inside me as my body exploded all around him.

“So beautiful. Like the most intense supernova every single time you come,”

He lost control of his movements then and pounded into me until finally he stilled, fully embedded inside me and came, his groans vibrating against my skin, sending little aftershocks of pleasure though my whole body as he filled me up.

“I love you so much, Oaklyn.”

“I love you too.” I brushed my hands through his hair and shifted to press a kiss to his damp temple.

He eventually slipped out of me and rolled to his side, but pulled me with him into his arms.

“I always imagined you when I thought of making love to someone under the stars.”

Me. He’d imagined me, and it filled me with so much joy I felt like my heart would explode all over again from his words.

“So, what do we do now?” I asked, pressing a kiss to his chest as it rose on a heavy sigh.

“Now we be together.”

“What about school?”

“We can’t tell anyone, and we have to hide now. But Oaklyn,” he began, shifting to look down at me. “When you’re done being my student, I’m going to date the fuck out of you. Take you on the best dates. Show you off to the world and let them see I’m the luckiest man alive.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. I loved this man so much and although the past month had been hell, I wouldn’t change anything if it meant I was here in his arms at the end of all of it.

If it meant I got to spend every night with him under the stars.

Epilogue

Callum

“Look at those perfect tits bounce,” I growled into her neck, watching her breasts sway with my every thrust in the reflection on the glass. “I wonder if everyone below can see how much you love having me inside you?”

“Cal,” she gasped, her eyes pinching closed.

Her body was a glow in the glass. The sun setting over Sacramento city a backdrop to me coiling my body around hers.

I bit her neck and started fucking her harder. Her whimpers turned to moans and her fingers tried to dig into the glass. Leaning back, I gripped her hips and watched myself slip in and out of her tight, wet heat.

“Yes. Yes,” she cried.

“Do you want them to watch you? Does that turn you on to have them see your pleasure?”

“Yes,” she said again.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back. Slipping one hand around the front, I moved my fingers between her legs and fingered her clit. Rubbing harder, I sucked on her lobe before pulling back with a nip at the tender skin.

“Me too,” I breathed into her ear, detonating her orgasm.

I kept up my ruthless pace, focusing on her reflection, on the way her pussy squeezed me tight like a vice, on her moans.

And I came.

My eyes slammed shut as the muscles in my body contracted in pleasure, my hips pressed tight to her ass as I held myself as deep inside her as I could, feeling every last pulse on my cock.

I pressed one last kiss to the damp skin of her back as the ringing finally subsided in my ears.

“You don’t think they can really see?” Oaklyn asked between her heavy breathing.

Laughing, I pulled out of her and groaned. “Probably not. But it’s fun to imagine they can. You seem to come harder then.”

Her hair breezed across my face when she whipped her head around to playfully glare at me. “I do not.”

“Okay,” I said, doubt heavy in my tone. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late.” I slapped her ass and then moved to the bathroom to get a washcloth.

“And who’s fault is that?” she asked, stomping in naked, her dress in hand.

I turned with a wet washcloth and wiped it between her legs, eliciting a sharp inhale. “Yours for coming out in that dress. Practically begged me to fuck you.”

I tossed the cloth to the side and placed a quick kiss to her lips.

“Now get dressed.”

“I already was dressed before you pulled it off me,” she said to my retreating back.

I waved my hand but continued to the sitting room of our hotel. Our suitcases still sat unpacked by the door, having just got in a few hours ago. It was hard to believe that twenty-four hours ago I was watching the love of my life walk across the stage to collect her diploma.

I’d sat in my academic regalia and kept my cheering to a minimum because she’d asked me not to stand and cheer like I’d wanted to. We were always safe with our relationship over the years, even after she was no longer my student. Although, we continued to keep a low profile not wanting to draw attention. Some people noticed in her junior year, but since there were no rules about a professor dating a student of the college, nothing happened beyond a few judgmental stares.