Voyeur

Electricity zipped down my spine and pulled my balls up tight. Leaning in, I locked my lips to hers and moaned out 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.

“I’m sorry, Cal.”

“It’s okay,” I lied. “I understand.”

She gave me one last kiss and then I told her I’d go ahead of her and message her that the coast was clear. She had to go to her next class and told me she’d see me tomorrow.

I somehow finished out the day with less than stellar concentration. My mind constantly on Oaklyn, ruled by the jealousy that created a rage that scared me. My control seeming to live on the edge of here and gone.

How long would I be able to walk the line before I snapped? What would Oaklyn do when it did? What if I walked that line and ended up falling into a hole I couldn’t get out of, just for her to leave me? The whole day these thoughts swirled around me. When I got home, I immediately went to the kitchen for a drink, but then paused looking at the time. Almost eight. She’d be working.

Hopping in my car, I headed to Voyeur. If she was performing for me, then she wouldn’t be for anyone else. I’d buy her whole damn night to keep her from others.

She saw me enter and a smile lit up her face that reached me from all the way across the bar. I fought to pull her across the counter and kiss me once I reached her and instead ordered a water. I downed it and wasted no time.

“I’m going to put in a request. Make sure you take it.”

“I don’t have my name available tonight.”

My chest swelled with that information, joy filling the holes that had popped up the past few weeks. Looked like I didn’t need to buy her whole night because she wasn’t performing for others, but I still wanted to have time with her. Just because an employee didn’t have their name available, didn’t mean you couldn’t still request them.

“Make sure you accept the request,” I said with a nod as I stood from the stool.

She smiled, hopefully just as excited as me for the next hour.

I went to the iPad and entered the information, feeling like the scenario was perfect for us.

When I finished and walked into the main area again, I searched for Oaklyn since she was missing from the bar. I found her out on the floor among the patrons and rage slammed into me like a freight train, almost knocking me down, stealing the air from my lungs.

She stood at a table, delivering drinks, smiling, leaning down, exposing her creamy cleavage so a man could whisper in her ear, his eyes glued to her breasts. She laughed at whatever he said and then spoke close to his ear. I wanted to rip the man limb from limb.

I forced my body to turn and head to the bar where I threw back a double shot of whiskey, needing anything to calm my nerves. By the time my wrist band vibrated to let me know the room was ready, I was able to breathe again, but my muscles still twitched with tension. It didn’t matter because the next hour, Oaklyn was mine.

I walked back to the room and situated myself in the darkened corner, staring out over the row of desks and the teacher’s desk up front. After only a few minutes Oaklyn came in, her long, bare legs drawing my attention first. She looked so young strolling into the pseudo classroom in cut off jean shorts and chucks, but the loose lacy top that barely contained her breasts promised me she was all woman.

She looked around the room as she approached the front, taking in the setting before turning over her shoulder to look at me with a smirk.