Voyeur

How far would I slip before I did something I’d regret, said something I’d regret? Would I be able to hang on until she finished working at Voyeur? How long would that be? What would I look like as a person by that point? What would we look like?

When I finally saw her in class on Tuesday, she smiled at me like I wasn’t a broken man barely holding it together. She looked at me like I was normal, like I was whole, and it took everything I had not to go to her and kiss her. How was I supposed to make it through the rest of the semester without looking at her with my whole heart in my eyes? It was so much more than attraction. Each time I saw her, my chest felt like it was going to explode with emotion for her. She was my Halley’s Comet. Only coming once in a lifetime.

“Miss Derringer,” I called to her as everyone packed up to leave. “Could you please come to the physics office with me? Donna needs you to sign some papers.”

She walked by my side in silence. The tension between us palpable. As though if we spoke, the tension would snap wide open, scream to everyone around us that we were intimate. That we were fucking.

As soon as I found a hallway with no one in it, I turned.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, reading every sign on the door looking for the right one.

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 leaned in to press 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 began pounding 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 edge of the precipice, her brows furrowed with the effort to not let her lids slide closed.