Page 16 of Broken Valentine
“A serial killer never reveals his secrets.”
He widens his eyes, caught off guard by my response. “What?”
I laugh, offering him my hand. “Come on Professor, I'm not going to kill you and bury your body out in the woods somewhere. I'm just taking you to one of my favorite spots to go when I want a break from being in a building all day.”
Finishing the last of his drink, he stands up, ignoring my offered hand, and tosses the empty cup in the trash can. I quickly pull back, trying not to feel rejected. I shouldn't have tried to reach for him in public, but I wasn't thinking clearly. My body's automatic reaction is to always be touching him in some way. He follows me down the sidewalk, following a trail that leads to a pond hidden behind a grouping of trees.
“I can see the appeal, as it's very peaceful here.”
“It gets even more peaceful.” I grab his hand this time and drag him down a pebbled path that takes us to a hidden trail surrounded by trees and rocks. Before he can say anything, I press his back against the bark of an oak tree, capturing his lips with mine. He tastes like chocolate and mint. Normally not my favorite combo but anything mixed with him tastes delicious. I swipe my tongue over his lips while pulling away. “The picture you sent me Saturday night stayed on my mind all day during class as you stood up there going over chemical compounds. All I could think about was your cum splattered on your stomach and how much I wanted to taste it.”
He swallows hard with lust-filled eyes. “Is that right?”
“Yes, turns out I won’t be able to focus on my assignment until I do.”
“That does sound like a problem.”
“A very fixable one,” I say, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, straining cock from his boxer briefs.
All that comes out of his mouth are heavy pants, and I drop to my knees, wanting to see what other sounds I can draw from him. The drop of cum that lands on the tip of my tongue awakens my senses and my mouth goes back for more, lapping around his crown. His hips buck forward, and I take him all the way into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
His sexy moans have my body on edge from excitement and I love being the one causing him to react this way. His muscles tighten as I grip his thighs, encouraging him to fuck deeper. It doesn’t take him long to grab my hair and cause me to gag with his deep thrusts, taking complete control.
“Fuck, your mouth is so perfect. You ready for my cum, baby?”
I attempt to nod with my mouth full of cock, bringing out a shaking laugh from him. He chases his release, fucking in short, quick thrusts, and his moans grow louder as his cock twitches in my mouth.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll give you just what you need.”
Warm spurts of cum shoot down my throat and I do my best to swallow every bit he gives me, lapping and sucking every last drop as his cock twitches between my lips. I smile up at him as he stuffs his cock back in his underwear and zips up his pants. Remaining on my knees, I try to regain my balance, wiping bits of cum from my lips. As I’m about to clean my fingers using my jacket, Jamie shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “The only place that should go is in your mouth. If you’re going to ask for my cum, you will drink every bit of it. I won’t have you being wasteful.”
I swirl my tongue around my fingers, following his exact orders by making sure to swallow every last bit of him.
“Good boy.” He pulls me to my feet, strokes my chin with the bed of his thumb, and presses his lips to mine. When he pulls away his expression goes from relaxed to strained. “We shouldn’t have done this. We could have gotten caught.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say with a wink, taking a step back to keep myself from kissing him again. I'll forever be lost in those lips of his if I don't put some distance between us and he will definitely never make it to his next class.
His chest rises and falls. “Look, Taylor…”
I hold my hand out, trying to give him my best reassuring smile. “Don't worry, you don't have to say it. This doesn't have to mean anything. I know you just had your heart broken and I recently got out of something too, so I'm not looking for a boyfriend. This can just be a bit of fun.”
He nods, running his hand through his hair. “Like two people who occasionally hook up?”
“Yeah, exactly like that.”
“Yeah, okay. Maybe after today it would be best if we did it in less public settings and far away from campus. A bed would even be preferable.”
I shake my head. “No beds. Beds lead to staying over and staying over leads to having breakfast together; before you know it, we’re meeting each other's friends.”
He laughs. “Okay, no beds. I'm starting to think I'm too old for this.”
“I guess we’ll see if you can keep up then. See you around, Professor.” I glance at my watch. “Looks like you have fifteen minutes to get back to class.”
With wide eyes, he breaks away from the tree and hurries past me. “Yeah, um, see you Thursday, and thanks for the hot chocolate.”
Once he disappears through the trees, I lean against the bark knowing this can't end well. I've never done the whole casual thing for a reason. I was never very good at it. I always end up liking the guy too much and then I end up in a one-sided relationship where I’m the only one giving a hundred percent. But I'm done with all that. No more relationships means no more heartache and no more worrying about whether my boyfriend is really working late or if he's fucking his secretary on the new office chair I bought him for Christmas.
It's a good thing Jamie wants the same things I do. I can't give him what he needs anyway. He's the type of person searching for unconditional love and I've never been able to open my heart enough for such a thing. It doesn’t mean I can’t get attached. I've learned over the years that you don't need to fully give someone your heart in order to miss them when they disappear from your life. Maybe it wasn't necessarily the person I missed, but the distraction they brought. That's all I am to Jamie now, so that's all he will be to me. Casual hook ups mean no high expectations, no disappointments, and most importantly, no shattered hearts.
