He killed someone. Someones? What am I supposed to do with this information? I want to run, but I’m trapped. I want to help him, but he's helpless.
Cal begins to breathe heavily as his hands run lines through his hair. His feet begin to pace the lines of the floor, stomping as they pick up speed. He walks to a small wooden dresser and places his hands around the sides. With a loud, primal yell, he pushes it over towards the ground before the door. He kicks at it with his boot, causing the side to cave in.
I whisper towards him, “Cal...“ I try to think of the right words, but nothing is coming to me. Do I comfort him? Do I tell him I understand? I don’t really. Instead, I stand next to him until he's done beating down the furniture, and I place my hand gently on his shoulder, away from a bruise. When he doesn’t move, I wrap my other arm around his hip. I press my skin against his back, trying not to hurt him deeper.
He doesn’t hold me back. He doesn’t touch me or try to push me away. He stands there, taking in my hug, breathing in the scent of my hair. After a long, horrible minute of us just standing in the morning light of his room, he spins around to face me. Our eyes catch the other’s until we become lost in the other’s grief and anger.
Cal dips his head towards mine, touching my lips with his own. The same foggy haze taking over me as I let out a soft murmur. I push back, finding his lips, linking them with my own. I wrap my arm around his neck, pulling myself to him. I want him – just as much as I wanted him earlier last night. I want him so badly that I'm willing to forget what Maddie’s grandmother had warned me for these moments.
Cal dips me back slightly, taking my cheek in his hand and forcing me to stand still. I watch obediently as he raises the dress over my head and then undoes my ponytail. My hair cascades over my bare skin as I shake it out. He takes a long look at me as his chest caves in and out from his deep, rushed breath. Then, he's on me again, his hands wildly grabbing at my body.
I unsnap my bra and slip out of my panties while he removes his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Neither of us can get naked faster. When he’s free, I push him down to the bed. His body springs upwards as he laughs and steadies himself. I look down at him as I lick my lips. I want him and his hard cock.
And I can have him. The way he’s laying there, spread out for me with his hard cock standing at attention for me...all it would take is for me to straddle him and let him enter me hard and raw. But where is the fun in that? He’s given me so much more pleasure than I've shown him. It’s only fair that I return the favor for the deeds in my classroom.
I walk to him slowly, giving him a show. My hands fall on my breasts and begin to gently massage. Almost immediately, he sits up on his elbows for a better view of my fingers moving to my nipples where I stimulate myself with a few soft twists and pulls. I get brave, and lick my hand and then sending it down towards my clit. I haven’t touched my own body in so long, but seeing him watching me, approving of me, only makes me more turned on.
When I’m nice and warmed up, I return my attention back to him. Sinking to my knees, I part his legs gently and then pull him forward to meet my head. His cock dangles before me over the side of the bed. It’s the perfect position for me to kiss the length of his shaft from tip to balls. My tongue rolls over the curves of him and then returns to the rod. When I head back up top, I make the choice. I’m going all in. My mouth opens wide, swallowing him whole. I push my head deeper and deeper until I can’t take any more. I slowly move back up, my tongue lagging behind and making their own trails on his dick.
This was one thing I never wanted to do with my ex. It was always so dirty and beyond me. I never knew if what I was doing was right or even enjoyable. But as I hear his hand slam into the bed and watch the covers move as he holds on, I know he’s enjoying it. I go for more, each slow movement, I take another centimeter, another bit of him. His cock tastes earthy and rich, and as his fluids build up, I get a small hint of what it would be like to let him finish in my mouth.