Page 13 of Broken Valentine
I pull my hand out of his pants and shove my finger between his parted lips. His tongue is wet and warm as his saliva gathers around my finger while I use my other hand to shove down the back of his pants, exposing his bare ass to me.
When my finger is wet enough, I shove it against his hole, pushing my way through his tight entrance, breaching his warm channel. I kiss him again and he ruts against me with his hard cock digging into my thigh. I move my finger in and out and his hips rock back and forth as I add a second. Sweet, beautiful moans slip from his lips when I add a third finger and his body becomes a shuddering mess. I fuck him harder, thrusting my hand against his ass, searching for his sweet spot.
When his back arches and he has to bite his lower lip to keep from screaming I know I've found it. His arms wrap around me and his body convulses. He’s no longer standing upright as he leans on me, and his legs are shaking uncontrollably as his walls squeeze around my fingers.
I've never made someone get off this way before and there is something about the way his body reacts to my digits being inside him that strikes a chord in me, leaving me completely breathless. Spurts of his cum shoot against my pant leg and I don't even care about walking back out there covered in his release.
All I care about is knowing I was the one who made him come tonight, not that asshole he’s here with. I'm the one sending him back to that table coming down from an orgasmic high.
Anyone could have walked in the bathroom at any moment and the thrill I got from the idea sent me up on a cloud right beside him. I didn't even have to come. The adrenaline rush and endorphins from being on edge the whole time was enough to send me flying. If I allowed myself to float away into bliss right now, I may never be able to come down.
I remove my fingers from between his cheeks and suck them into my mouth, twirling my tongue around my salty digits. He rests back against the counter after pulling up his pants, staring down at my dirty ones. “I'm sorry I made such a mess.”
“It's okay,” I declare with a smile. “You can use your tongue to clean it up.”
His eyes grow dark with lust and there’s no hint of disgust or hesitation in his gaze before he’s dropping to his knees. His hot tongue sweeps over his release, lapping up every drop with his mouth, sucking on the material. He doesn't stop there. He licks his way toward my groin, running the tip over the bulge in my pants. “Mmm.” He keeps licking and sucking at my cock through my slacks and fuck, he looks hot doing it. His tongue stops moving when the bathroom door pushes open and someone gasps loudly from behind me.
“Wow, someone's really working overtime tonight. One out there and one in here.” The redhead who flirted with me earlier is resting on the open door, sneering.
Taylor gets to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his face going red. “I uh...I should get back to my table. See you Tuesday,” he says, rushing past me, bumping shoulders with the amused redhead.
“I can always finish you off if you want?”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head, following after Taylor, but he's already almost back at his table. His date's forehead is scrunched up and his eyes are narrowing on the chair Taylor takes a seat in. The guy doesn't seem happy at all and I want to keep watching to make sure the jerk doesn't lose his temper and I don't have to step in, but my brother grabs my shoulder, spinning me around. “Hey man, I thought you took off without me. Where the hell did you go?”
“I had to use the restroom, but I think I'm ready to go to the next bar now.” I don't want to leave, but I know it's probably best I do before I place myself in a chair between Taylor and Mister Fancy Shoes.
I shouldn't have kissed and fingered him in the bathroom. There are a lot of rules I broke tonight. He’s my student. It didn't matter before because we didn't know, but it matters now. I could lose my job if this comes to light and the college finds out. Not to mention, Taylor is half my age and I’ve recently had my heart shattered. I'm letting my vulnerability get the best of me.
Johnathan and I leave the bar and I don't even glance Taylor's way before walking outside into the cold night. I can worry about the repercussions of tonight's actions on Tuesday and blame the alcohol, even though I only had one beer.
12
Taylor
I walk backto the table on unsteady legs with my cheeks still flushing hot. My date doesn't look very happy when his gaze lands on me. He's tapping his fingers against the table and I take a seat in the chair across from him with the taste of my own cum mixed with Jamie's laundry detergent still strong in my mouth.
“What took you so long, did you get lost on the way to the bathroom?”
I shake my head, bringing a cold wing to my lips, lightly licking at the sauce. “Nah, I was getting off with some guy in the bathroom.”
His lips form into a thin line with his eyes boring into mine. I think he's about to stand up and walk out the bar doors, but instead he bursts out laughing. “Oh, you're good. You almost had me there.”
I lick my fingers clean after devouring my second wing. “Glad you find me so amusing, but I wasn't trying to be funny. You asked why I was taking so long, and I told you.”
His brows furrow, and he balls his fists on top of the table. “You're telling me you came to meet me for a drink and a hook up, but ended up spending half our date getting fucked by some stranger in the bathroom? Then you have the nerve to come back and eat the food I paid for?”
Shaking my head, I take a drink of my beer. “No, I didn't say any of that. Those are your words, not mine.”
“I'm fucking done with this shit. I could have been back at my place with the sexy little redhead from earlier, but instead I allowed myself to get dragged around by you.” He gets up from the table, shoving his chair aggressively under it and tossing his drink back before slapping the glass down on the table. “Maybe next time, come alone if you're going to run off with someone other than the person you came here with. You're not even that hot. I only said that to get in your pants quicker.”
“What good that did. Maybe you should have saved it for the redhead.” He grunts, stomping off toward the bar, and I can't help but laugh from behind him. I finish the wings and fries, chasing them down with my beer. At least I got something out of this date from hell.
The cold air pricks at my skin when I exit the bar and I hurry across the street, pulling the hood of my jacket over my head. I'm ready for springtime. Ready to sit at the park, with my back pressed against a tree, in the sunshine with a book in my hand. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Something quiet and simple after long hours of studying for chemistry tests and dealing with grubby customers all day.
I sometimes miss the peace and I didn't find it coming here, not until I was alone in the bathroom with Jamie's hand down my pants. Everything inside me became calm and relaxed as he shoved his fingers in me. All the noise from the day exited my head when Jamie set my body on fire with the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. I will always want more. Jamie isn't something I can just have once. I learned that after the first night we spent together. Maybe it would have been easier to walk away with anyone else, but the more I'm around him, the more I want to continue to be. I don't know how things will be in class Tuesday, but right now I'm too stuck in a satisfying haze to care.
The bus is pulling up as I run across the way to the stop. I wave my hands, making sure the driver sees me. I'm thankful for the warmth as I hurry through the opening doors. I'm the only one on the bus and I lean my head against the window, closing my eyes, letting my memories of Jamie keep me company until it's time for me to get off.
