Page 70 of Voyeur
Oaklyn tugged off her top and then mine. She wore another one of those lacy bra things that barely covered her, and I kissed my way down her breasts, sucking on her nipples, loving the way the soft bud felt against my tongue. Loving the gasp and moans she made when I pinched them between my teeth.
Desperate to taste her, I flipped her to her back and worked her leggings and underwear down her legs as I kissed across her flat stomach. Her legs parted easily for me to fit my shoulders between, and I made myself comfortable. I kissed across the crevice of one thigh before cresting her mound and repeating the process on the other.
“Callum,” she pleaded.
“Is there something you want?” I asked innocently before slipping my tongue between her folds and letting the sweet and tangy flavor of her burst on my tongue.
“Yes,” she hissed.
I sucked on one of her folds, letting it go with a pop. “What is it you want, Oaklyn? Tell me.”
“Lick me.”
I twisted my head and dragged my tongue up her thigh, barely holding back my laugh at her growl. “Not happy with that?”
“You know it’s not what I meant.” She stared down at me past her perfect breasts, one nipple on edge of escaping its lacy confines.
“Show me,” I said, reaching up to tug the lace aside and roll her tip between my fingers. Her hand dropped, and she pointed at her slit. “No, Oaklyn. Show me exactly where. Open up for me. Show me your clit.”
Her hips twisted under me, but she moved both hands between her thighs and used her fingers to part her lips, exposing every part of her wet cunt to me. I didn’t hesitate, I dove in, starting at her opening and licking all the way up to swirl around her clit. Her hand clenched, releasing its hold. It didn’t matter, I was ready to feel her squeeze around me and I gave it everything I had.
I sucked on her bundle of nerves and thrust my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Palmed her breasts with one and used the other to slip my fingers inside her. I looked up the expanse of her body as she rode against my face. Coated my chin with her juices. I only froze a little when her finger dug into my hair holding me in place but pushed it back easily. All of this came more easily, and it was thanks to her.
When her cries came louder and the movement of her hips faster, I focused all my attention on her clit until she came. Each time she pulsed around my fingers, I imagined what it would feel like around my cock and I found myself humping the couch I was so turned on.
Once she’d come down from her orgasm, I kissed my way back up her body and bit at the sensitive tip of her breast. She gasped and pushed her nails down my back.
Bile rose up my throat as I remembered a deeper groan and harder fingers dragging down my skin. I jerked back and moved to the other side of the couch, burying my head in my hands. I couldn’t look at her as I tried to catch my breath, tried to wipe the memory from my mind.
“Callum?” she said, but I shook my head. “Callum, it’s okay.”
It wasn’t fucking okay. I had just had a fantastic moment of burying my head between her thighs. A moment of feeling success completely gone by a moment of remembering.7I heard her moving around and pulling her pants back on, and a part of me tried to prepare myself for her to leave.
But then her legs appeared in front of me on the ground as she sat cross-legged. She didn’t touch me, but rested open palms on her knees, facing up. There if I needed her.
“Did you know all the girls in class practically drool when you turn to write on the board? I can’t blame them. Your ass is especially nice.”8
Confused by her change in topic, I jerked my head up and found her with a neutral expression. Her eyes were kind and lacking all the empathy I expected to see there. She looked like she did when we talked over lunch. Minus a shirt.
“I didn’t realize that.” I knew girls whispered about how I looked but didn’t realize they stared at my ass during class.
And then it hit me. I was done fighting back the memory because my mind had moved on to her question. She’d perfectly distracted me. Dropping my hand, I linked my fingers with her open palm.
“I’m sorry, Oaklyn.” Even if we moved on, I still wanted to apologize for continually jerking back.
Her fingers squeezed mine and she said, “It’s okay, Callum. You don’t need to apologize to me. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know what bothered you, so I know not to do it again.”
“The nails down my back,” I muttered.
Her expression didn’t change, didn’t shift like she felt sad as she imagined what I’d gone through. She remained neutral and gave me a nod.
“Do you want to stay in my guest room tonight?” I asked quickly, hearing how lame it sounded as soon as it came out.My guest room?“I know it’s weird, I just want you here, and well…”
“I’d love to,” she said with a wide smile. “I want to be here, too.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and held my hand out for her. “First, lay with me a while. I’m not ready to leave this couch just yet.”
Taking her hand, I pulled her up toward me and had her face me. Smiling at how beautiful she was, I brushed her hair back before leaning in to kiss her.
