She slipped it out and pushed it back in, slowly fucking herself with it. I pulled my hand away from my cock and began talking.
“I’ve been coming to Voyeur for five years.” Her eyes shot to mine and paused. “Keep fucking yourself.” She obeyed, and I continued. “Voyeur provided an intimate scene that I could feel a part of. It wasn’t as cold as porn on the internet. It was graphic and beautiful, and it turned me the fuck on. I saw you right before Christmas. You came walking out of a room and stole my breath. Innocence and sexiness. I’d thought about you over the holidays. I didn’t even know what it was, but just a glimpse and you stuck with me. Then I saw you perform for the first time after the new year. And when I watched you, I’d never felt so connected with anyone. I became addicted. Then you walked into my class and my world tilted.”
I squeezed my cock again when she moaned, and the dildo moved faster. I wanted to get up. Go to her. It hadn’t been a part of my initial plan, but I needed to touch her. The desire burned in my chest and ignited my body, making my dick twitch in my palm. If I stood, I’d be putting us both at risk. My job, her schooling, her future and mine. All of it.
But staring at Oaklyn, her eyes glazed and looking just as desperate as I felt, I knew I couldn’t leave this room without finally giving in.
I stood, my cock still hanging out. Still hard.
“Wha—What are you doing?”
She hadn’t stopped, but slowed and as I stood before her, I watched the glistening piece of silicone, coated with her juices, moving in and out. “Are you going to press your panic button?” I asked. I lifted my hand to hers, pausing to make sure she was okay with me touching her. Making sureIwas okay with touching her. One last chance for us both to stop.
Looking down at her swollen lips wrapped around the end of the toy sent a resounding yes through me. I was done waiting and pulling back. Her head shook, and I dropped my hand to where she held the toy at her opening, and pushed it back in.
“Good.” I brushed her hand away and controlled the motions. “I couldn’t believe I’d become so infatuated with my student. A nineteen-year-old student. It didn’t stop me though. Especially when I got to know you. The infatuation turned to truly liking who you were as a person. Forming a friendship with you. And as much as I hated myself, you still gave me something no one else ever had, and I couldn’t turn away.”
I pushed all the way in and brushed my thumb against her clit, making her hips pop off the bed. She was so warm. So wet. I rolled across the swollen rosy flesh and imagined pulling the toy out and pushing myself deep inside her. My cock jumped, tapping her thigh. However, no matter how she made me want, the panic still hid inside me, lingering less, but still there.
“Please,” she begged.
I removed the toy and lifted her to stand. Her body trembling before me, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I stepped into her, pinning my cock between our stomachs. I groaned at the warm heat. She lifted her hands to my shoulders holding herself to me as she rested her head on my chest.8
I fought impossibly hard to control my breathing, my skin prickling as a dizziness swarmed my head. Her skin against my length was the closest I’d been to fucking a woman and wanting to.
But I couldn’t. The warmth and pressure surged behind my closed lids, and I had to pull back before it triggered something other than excitement. Pinching my eyes shut, I pushed the memories down, not ready to stop.
I turned her around to face the bed, too quickly for her to look at my face. I flicked my fingers against the clasp at the back of her top and watched it fall to the floor. She stood before me completely naked, completely on display. Leaning down I bit her shoulder and stared at her breasts from over her shoulder that I’d seen so often before. My palms engulfed them as I held them gently, letting my thumbs roll across the tip. She gasped and jerked, her butt pressing against my dick, and I pushed her to bend over the bed. My fingers trailed down her back, across the crack of her ass and played at her wet opening before shoving inside.9
I needed to feel her. I needed to be as close as I could to her heat. I couldn’t handle it on my cock yet, the memories still clinging, but I could still feel her.
“Dr. Pierce,” she moaned.
“Cal.” Pressing against her, pinning my hand, I bent over and kissed up her spine to her neck and whispered. “Call me Callum or Cal while I’m inside you.”10
And she came. Her legs trembled as my fingers worked in and out of her and my thumb rolled over her clit. We both moaned when her tight cunt clenched around me as she rocked her hips back, fucking herself on my hand. The sounds mixed together like music to my ears as her cum slid down my fingers.
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized I was rocking my own hips against her soft skin. Dry humping her like a teenager as I buried my fingers deep inside her, wringing her orgasm from her body.
I almost laughed at how euphoric something so juvenile could feel. A twenty-nine-year-old man, giddy over being able to dry hump a thigh. Skin-to-skin. Not breaking out in a sweat. Not having any tremors. Not having my heart beat out of my chest in panic as the past crept in. The breath whooshed out of my lungs under the emotional weight of feeling my dick press to her soft skin, amazed and awed by the feel of it.
She collapsed onto the mattress when I removed my hand and turned her head to look at me. Could she see the excitement, the desire, the heat boiling inside me? I wanted her to see it all. I wanted her to know how much I honored the gift she was giving me. I held her eyes as I licked every ounce of her cum off my fingers.
“Callum.” It was the first time she’d said my name and it shot through me, straight to my balls and I had to come. I almost felt bad taking advantage of the freedom of not being shackled by my demons, but I couldn’t find it in me.
I wiped my palm over her pussy to gather her juices and fisted myself. Hard and fast, I jerked my cock against her ass, holding her eyes and letting her see my desire, focusing on her to keep me in the moment. Her golden eyes locked on mine, her full lips parted and panting. She was my anchor as fire licked down my skin pulling my orgasm from me. I shot long ropes of white cum across her ass as she arched up accepting it all. My whole body clenched as my orgasm tore through me. All the more intense with a woman—this woman—in front of me.
I had never touched myself—bared myself in front of a woman before and the significant moment washed over me. I collapsed on top of her, pressing grateful kisses across her shoulders, fighting back tears. I’d never been this way with a woman. I’d never been able to.
“Thank you, Oaklyn. Thank you.” I barely croaked the words past the lump in my throat.11
“Of course, it’s my job.”
Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water, and I froze. “Don’t cheapen this,” I pleaded. I couldn’t diminish the enormity of what I’d just done. Because of her.
“I’m just stating the truth.”
Another bucket of ice and I couldn’t stand there as she made one of the biggest moments of my life nothing but a job. Nothing but something she felt she had to do. I couldn’t listen to it. I wouldn’t. I pulled back and fastened my pants. “This isn’t your job, and you know it. This was me and you.”
