This time I turned my head buried my teeth into the skin of his arm, my pussy locking down on his cock so hard that I thought I might break his poor penis.
But he didn’t seem to notice the potential penis pulverizing. He was too busy coming, filling me up so full that I feared we might very well leak all over the couch.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
And Jesus, why was he still moving? If he didn’t stop, I’d come again!
My toes started to curl, and I gasped, finally releasing my hold on his skin, I was coming again.
He stopped in the middle, and I bucked without conscious thought, urging him to keep going.
He growled almost sub-sonically.
I could feel it against my back, but I couldn’t hear it.
Though, that was likely due to the fact that my senses were focused solely on my vagina instead of self-preservation.
By the time we came to a stop, both of our hearts pounding a mile a minute, it was to see the two teachers exiting the front door of the college, the door shutting behind them with a loud boom.
I became aware of the awkward position moments after the door shut, and I sat up, ready to stand up, when he stopped me with his hands on my hips.
“Won’t want to move just yet,” he suggested, reaching for something.
My jacket.
“No!” I cursed, snatching the jacket away. “You can’t use that! It’s my only jacket!”
He started to chuckle, making my body jump.
“It’s not going to permanently ruin the jacket, woman,” he grumbled. “It’s going to temporarily make it dirty. You’ll wash it when you get home, and it’ll be as good as new.”
“I can’t wash a jizz jacket with my daughter’s clothes!” I hissed.
He snatched the jacket out of my hand, and placed it between my thighs, and then pushed me up, covering my entrance before he could leak out of me.
It all happened so fast that I never had the chance to refuse.
I stood there, staring at the wall in front of me, and wondered if it’d be crossing a line if I tossed the jizz jacket at his face.
“I’ll wash it,” he mumbled, taking in the look that was written all over my face. “And I’ll bring it back to you in the morning.”
“I’m working in the morning,” I mumbled, wiping myself up as best as I could with the small part of my jacket that didn’t have any zippers connected to it. “And I’ll need my jacket.”
“I know,” he informed me. “I’m working, too.”
“I thought Dr. Wild was working tomorrow…,” I hesitated.
“He was, but now he’s not. I offered to switch a few shifts with him to allow him to take his wife out. He’s on the verge of retirement, and he and his wife want some more time together, so he’s not all that hip on working as much as he used to.”
I bit my lip.
If I told him that I’d purposefully switched my shifts to Dr. Wild, he’d be pissed.
But it was the only way that I knew how to stay away from him! If I didn’t stay away, things like sex in public places happened!
He read the next look on my face, and his eyes narrowed.
“What,” he said, “Is that look for? What did you do?”
I bit my lip harder.
“I…”
He growled. “You asked for those shifts, didn’t you? You asked your mother to have you switched to Dr. Wild’s shifts. All this time I thought it was your parents’ doing, but it was yours.”
I nodded, worried now about the look in his eyes.
“Why?”
“Because you were on other shifts…” I said. “Why else would I want to switch?”
I knew the instant that he said it that he’d taken it the wrong way.
“You don’t want to be with me?” he guessed.
I nodded.
I didn’t…at least not yet.
I wanted to graduate first.
“Fuckin’ A, but I’m a dumbass,” he said, eyes hard. “Should’ve fuckin’ known.”
With that, he left me where I stood, leaving me staring after him with my pants around my ankles.
And I watched him leave, I thought surely I’d get him to turn around. Get him to understand the repercussions of our relationship if we were caught.
But he didn’t turn around. He didn’t speak to me the next day, and not the day after that, either.
Even when I tried to explain my side of things.
I realized on day four of his refusal to talk to me exactly what pride meant to a man like Tommy.
Chapter 17
Thank you, McDonalds, for not making hot dogs. I don’t think I could eat a McWiener with a straight face.
-Text from Truth to Tommy
Tommy
I pulled into the gas station to get gas around ten twenty at night, five nights after walking out on Tally, my mind as well as my morale in the gutter.
I’d had a shit day.
I’d lost not one, not two, but three fucking patients, and I was so far from okay that I could literally not see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“You coming by the clubhouse?” Sean asked.
I looked over at the man, my brother and fellow club brother, and nodded.
“Yep,” I confirmed.
I needed something to get my mind off of my shit day, and I could think of two things that would make this day better.
Seeing Tally—which I knew wouldn’t happen since she was so dead set on there not being an us—or drinking my bad day away.
So knowing Tally was working, and that she was avoiding me on top of that, I was settling for door number two.
What I didn’t expect, however, was to see her working at the gas station.
The last time I’d spoken to her in length she’d been working at the one that I avoided at all costs now.
This one was my gas station. The one close to my house. The one that I bought coffee at every single morning, and gas at whenever I needed it.
I stared at her while I filled up my gas tank, wondering if I should go in there and try to convince her.
I’d just decided not to when she turned around and her eyes locked on mine.
My body stilled as I stared into those eyes. She looked so freakin’ lost that it tore at my heartstrings.
But I wasn’t the one who told us we couldn’t be together. She was.
She was the one keeping us apart.
True, we shouldn’t be together while she was in school. That didn’t mean that, during her time off, we couldn’t see each other. Couldn’t be fucking friends.
But no, she’d viciously shut that pathway down before it could even start, and I’d decided to let her have her way.
For now.
In the meantime, it was too hard to have a life with her in it and not have her in it.
Mounting my bike, I reached for my helmet when she decided to come out of the store.
With nobody else in the parking lot, I assumed the store was empty, and waited for her to come.
My heart raced and my hands started to sweat.
I didn’t let on that her closeness was affecting me in ways that I wasn’t quite willing to admit.
Instead I stared with the most impassive look I could paste on my face.
“Tommy,” she whispered. “Are you…what’s…how are you doing?”
I looked at her.
Then answered.
“I’m okay.”
She bit her lip, the move making my cock harden painfully behind the zipper of my pants.
Taking a chance that she was in a good mood, I leaned forward, and placed both elbows on the gas tank.
“You want to come to a club party with me?” I asked her.