Voyeur (A student/teacher romance) (Voyeur Series)

OAKLYN

Wet kisses down my neck woke me the next morning.

It was a hell of a way to wake up. Callum’s hand covered my breast and flicked my nipple. I moaned and arched back into him, feeling his erection poking at my bottom. Without thought, barely awake, I snaked my hand behind me and gripped his shaft. His whole body jerked and then froze. Immediately, I let go and rotated to face him, wanting him to see me.

When he refused to meet my eye, I pretended like I hadn’t noticed, not wanting to force him to acknowledge his reaction. Instead, I kissed the slight dimple in his chin and whispered a good morning against his skin.

“Good morning,” he said, his body relaxing again as he pulled me into his chest. He finally looked at me and his blue eyes seemed brighter in the morning light pouring in the windows. Somehow happier, less weighed down. I held his stare and kissed him, not wanting to look away because I couldn’t if I tried.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like the dead.” He smirked and nipped at my nose playfully. “You wore me out.”

I laughed and matched his position of my arm around his back, scooting up just enough to get better access to his

mouth. I nipped at his lips, flicked my tongue along the seam, urging him to open up. And he did. His head tipped to the side to get better access to my mouth. His large palm spread wide on my back, holding me as tight as he could to his chest, mashing my breasts against him.

We made out like we were starving and the other was our only sustenance. We both moaned when his cock slipped between my thighs and rubbed at the folds of my pussy.

“Can we . . . .” He began breathlessly. “Can we try again?”

I gave him a teasing smile. “I thought you were worn out.”

“Not that much,” he said, rolling on top of me.

This time was more intentional than last night. Last night was a heat of the moment, taking advantage of becoming lost in each other. This morning, lying naked in his arms, I spread my legs to allow his hips room to rest against me. He supported himself on one arm and scooted back enough to reach down and grip his cock, placing it at my entrance. I didn’t blink when he swiped the soft head up and down my folds, making my hips jerk up to meet him.

His lips parted, breaths panting out of them as he notched himself inside me just enough to let go and pushed in one slow inch at a time.

‘I could get used to it here. Make your pussy my home.”

“It’s yours.”

He framed my head between his forearms, his flexing biceps on each side of my face, but I barely noticed because he moved inside me. He stared at me with awe, like I was the answer to everything he’d ever been searching for. Had anyone ever felt so cherished?

My thighs strained from the tension the pleasure created. He rocked his hips, grinding against me causing me to gasp.

“Does that feel good?” He smiled and did it again. And again.

“Callum. Please.”

Sweat beaded on his brow and his pace picked up, the rhythm becoming less smooth than a moment before. He pushed hard, and I cried out. I lifted my leg over his hip, needing to feel him deeper. He leaned down and finally kissed me, moving his other hand to my thigh to hold me in place as he really began to fuck me.

“Oaklyn. Oaklyn.” He said my name like a prayer and each time he moaned it into my flesh, it sent another wave of pleasure to my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I held onto him tightly, loving the feel of this strong man flexing above me, his chest hair abrading my nipples, bringing them to life.

As he began to lose control, he bit down on my neck with a long moan. The frantic pace was hard and deep and hit my clit each time. I rose and rose until finally my whole body pulled tight and exploded. I moaned out my release, loving the sound of his mixing with my own, like music unique to us. To our pleasure, to our love.

When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me again, so intense, and so light, and just happy. Reaching up, I wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and buried my fingers in his hair. I couldn’t help but smile at him, loving how beautiful he was, how beautiful he made me feel.

I loved him.

The reality of it hit me, and I think I always felt it there, building beneath the surface, but watching him return my smile, still buried inside me, there was no denying it. I loved him.

My smile switched to a laugh and he laughed with me until both of us had tears forming in our eyes from all the emotions creating a bubble around us. When he slipped out of me, we moaned in unison, and he leaned down to kiss me before falling to his side.

“Can we do that all day?”

“I wish, but I can’t. I have a meeting with my advisor today.”

“On a Sunday?”

“Yeah. He wanted to show me around the athletic center and meet the physical therapist there. Said Sundays are a good day because it tends to be slower, and he had more time to walk me around.”

“That sounds like a good opportunity just to get your name on his radar.”

“It is.”

I almost opened my mouth again to explain to him I was interviewing for the internship today, but I didn’t. A part of me wanted to share my nerves, share my excitement, but then I’d have to face the disappointment with him too, and I didn’t want to admit failure to any more people than I had to.

Besides, we could celebrate together when I surprised him with hopefully good news.

“What about after? Another dinner?”

Rolling my lips between my teeth, I tried to think of anything other than the truth, but while I didn’t mind not telling him things, I wasn’t going to outright lie.

“I can’t. I have to work tonight.”

It was as if I could feel his body shut down. His hold on me loosened and he rolled to his back to look at the ceiling.

I hated it and a part of me wanted to apologize and say I’d call off, but I couldn’t do that forever. It was a fact of who I was and something we just had to deal with. No amount of apologizing would make it any easier or better. So, instead, we both did one better and just ignored it. He denied and hid his frustration and I denied and hid the way I noticed it.

“Okay,” he said, his voice flat and missing the excitement from before. “Tomorrow. After school.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. I tried to build up the excitement, but there was no getting it back. I looked over his profile,

taking in the muscle clenching at his jaw, and I wanted to do anything to make him feel better.

I love you almost spilled from my lips, I had to actually bite my tongue to make it stop. But I had to, because that was not the reason I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me. I didn’t want to tell him to make him feel better in the moment, or to let him know I would never want anyone other than him. I wanted to tell him when the feeling consumed us both. When the love became too much, not the frustration.

Instead, I rolled over him and put all of my unsaid words in a kiss. He kissed me back just as hard as though he had his own truths to share.

We made out until I had to leave, and even then, he kissed me every chance he got until the door shut behind me, and I headed home to get ready for my interview.

THE INTERVIEW HAD GONE AMAZING. I’d walked around the few athletes working out and listened to Dr. Jones explain what my job would entail. He showed me the room where I would mostly be assisting the other team PTs, but said I’d also eventually be out helping athletes with their exercises in the weight room. All of it felt so exciting. Like it was a huge step toward the future.

He asked me about my experience, which was minimal, and about the classes I’d taken in high school. When he’d given me a pop quiz over some basic anatomy and typical injuries that occurred with each part, I’d answered almost all with flying colors. He’d turned to Dr. Denly and mumbled a “not bad.” I’d had to look down to hide my smile. With a few book recommendations he’d asked I read over the last two and half months of the semester, I left the

gym seeing the light at the end of the tunnel shining brighter than ever before.

I’d driven straight to Voyeur in hopes of maybe starting early and seeing if I could get Charlotte to let me work the bar extra hours again. It ended up being my lucky day because apparently, Charlotte had called in sick and Daniel was behind the bar looking frazzled by the crowd.

I’d taken over and made sure to be extra friendly with each customer I served, milking as much of a tip out of them as possible. It had been hard enough to perform when I’d begun any type of physical relationship with Cal, but now that we’d slept together, now that my emotions were barely being contained inside of me, it was impossible to even consider it.

I just had to hope the extra tips would be enough to cover the next payment I had to make for tuition next week.