“Thank you, Callum. Thank you for trusting me.”
His hand slid into my hair and held my cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“I don’t know, but I’m glad you did it.” I gave him one last kiss and pulled back. I dropped my eyes and stared at his soft cock resting above his open pants, smiling at the smear of red lipstick along the base and head. He was impressive even after coming, and I was the lucky woman who got to enjoy it—the one who got to leave her mark all over it. “As much as I could stare at you all day, I need to head to another class.”
Callum tucked himself into his pants and I buttoned my sweater up.
“How are we going to get you out of here? If someone is out there, they’ll hear the lock click and we can’t exactly come strolling out together. Especially with your sexy red lipstick smeared like it is.”
I covered my mouth only able to imagine what I looked like. He laughed at my reaction and reached in his desk, pulling out wet wipes.
“Of course, you have wet wipes on hand.”
“I have to be able to clean up any messes.”
I hid my smile, loving how much of a perfectionist he was. He unlocked the door and peeked out as I wiped at my mouth.
He left the door open and then walked down the hall. Not wanting to go another whole weekend without talking to him again, I jotted down my number under the baby wipes. He’d find it when he put them away, which I knew he would.
He walked back in, and I snagged a kiss before he sat in his seat. I was just grabbing my bag when Donna popped in.
“Hey Dr. Pierce. Just wanted to let you know I’m back from lunch if you need anything. Oh hey, Oaklyn.”
“Hey, Donna.”
“What are you doing here today? I figured you probably get enough of this place.”
I looked over at Callum and held in my smirk at seeing him blush.
“I just needed to ask Dr. Pierce some questions about class, but I’m leaving now.” Putting on my most innocent look, I backed out of the doorway past Donna. “Bye, Dr. Pierce.”
chaptertwenty-three
Callum
“Oh, fuck yes, Oaklyn.”I groaned softly, fisting her hair. “Suck me harder.”1
She moaned just enough to let me feel the vibrations down my cock and shot to my balls, currently cradled in the palm of her hand.
I couldn’t believe I was getting another blow job. Arealblow job.
God.The first one had been everything. Staring into her eyes, feeling her soft breasts, her long hair in my fist, as she dragged her tongue up my shaft had been euphoric. She’d been overtly feminine and had done everything to keep me in the moment. Not once had she looked away until I had lost my ability to hold my eyes open anymore. She’d managed to give me something I never thought I’d have. Something I’d given up on.
Hell, she’d doneresearch.For me.
Looking down now, I stared as her red lips circled my cock. How they stretched to accommodate my girth as I pushed her head down and thrust up, bumping the back of her throat. It squeezed tight around my head, and when she looked up at me with her eyes watering, I knew I was done.
“Gonna come, Oaklyn. Can I come down your throat? Will you swallow it all?”
She pulled off my cock with a pop and dragged her tongue along the back, never breaking eye contact. “Every last drop, Dr. Pierce,” she said deviously before diving back down and sucking me harder than before.
She squeezed my balls, and I clenched my jaw to hold back the groans I wanted to shout into the small office as my cock pulsed, filling her mouth with my come. Despite how fast she tried to swallow, some still slipped out past her lips, and it had to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
She was true to her word and licked up every last drop, even swiping at the bit around her lips and sucking it off her fingers.
I jerked her up and leaned forward, meeting her halfway to smash my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue.2Each time she fell to her knees for me, my heart damn near exploded at her gift. Not the blow job itself, but the intimacy, the future, the freedom, the room to breathe without my past constantly taking up space inside me. I wondered if she saw it. Saw the gratitude and…not necessarily love, but it was something I’d never felt before. I couldn’t help but feel like it poured from my expression, and I wondered if she noticed.
I wondered if, maybe, she felt it too.
