“I love you,” I said.
He grabbed my thigh, pulling until it hooked up around his hip, and he pressed his whole body to mine, grinding himself on me. “I love you, too,” he said against my lips.
His words, the hard thrusts, the way he brushed against my hard clit set me off. I held on 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.
“So beautiful. Like the most intense supernova every single time you come.”
He lost control of his movements 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 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 aglow 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.1
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.
