Voyeur (A student/teacher romance) (Voyeur Series)

CALLUM

“You taste so fucking good,” I said into her thigh. She arched up, searching for my lips back on her pussy.

I kissed up and over one hip, across her mound and down the other side before slipping my tongue through her wet slit. Her moan fueled me. Using my thumbs, I parted her like a flower, opening her to my mouth, and burrowed my tongue inside her, loving the way her cunt squeezed me.

Her panting grew heavier when I concentrated my tongue on her clit, flicking it faster and harder, stopping occasionally to circle the tight bud and torture her. I loved her whimpers and moans, the way she rose up to fuck my face. Her sweet, tangy cum coated my chin and I savored it, loved having her all over me as her groans of pleasure stroked my skin. I watched her breasts rise as she arched, tightening her whole body through her orgasm, and I sucked up every drop.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Callum.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I rose up between her slim thighs and gripped my aching cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating myself in her cum. “Are you ready for me to fill this wet cunt with my cock?”

“God, yes. Please.”

I slipped inside, her lips wrapping around my length as her warmth enveloped my aching cock. I leaned down to suck on her nipple, biting at the tip as I buried myself deep inside her. I grinded against her, loving the way my balls felt pressed against her soft ass.

Then I pulled back, kissing my way up her neck, and thrust back in. I nipped at her parted lips, slowly fucking her harder with each thrust. Her whimpers brought a smile to my face.

Brushing her light brown hair back from her face, I stared down into her golden eyes. “Are you ready for me to really fuck you now?”

MY BODY JERKED up in bed, sweat chilling on my skin, the sheet kicked down past my knees. My hand wrapped around my aching cock, squeezing it tight, the head angry and purple and desperate for release.

I couldn’t believe I dreamed of her. I couldn’t believe I woke up still hard and with her still on my mind. I couldn’t believe it didn’t morph into a nightmare.

I fell back onto my pillows, but didn’t let go of my cock.

Gray light filtered in through the curtains. I had to be up soon, but I wanted to finish this rare moment. I wanted to bask in the fantasy my mind had granted me. Closing my eyes, I blocked all of it out and took myself back to the room. I remembered the way my hand dug into the wall as the other worked my cock, keeping pace with each whimper that escaped her parted lips. Keeping pace with the way her tits bounced on each thrust.

Fuck, her breasts were only a slight handful, but the way they shook, the rosy tips taunting me, begging me for my tongue. I groaned like I had in that room, desperate to feel her fingers dig into my arm, finding purchase to hold on to me as I fucked her. God, it’d never been so easy to

place myself into a scene I watched play out before me, but I had. I imagined her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips. I imagined how hot and wet she’d be on my cock, the way her pussy would suck me back in with its tight squeezes, desperate for me to fill her back up.

My fist worked faster, my muscles straining, aching for the orgasm I wanted to find inside her tight cunt. I wanted to grind my balls on her as I emptied everything I had inside her, feeling her pulse around me as I leaned down to feast on the sound of her pleasure.

Shocks rippled down my spine into my balls and white ropes of cum shot out, landing on my chest and abs. I moaned through it all, hearing her moans again. This time mixing with mine.

My cock jerked at the non-existent sound, the idea enough to cause more ripples of pleasure to rack my body.

Slowing the motion of my fist, I looked down at my softening cock and the mess on my body, not feeling sad or ashamed.

I’d never been so entranced with a performer before that I woke up jerking off to memories of her. Especially in my dreams. Usually when I jerked off, it was to a porno and the face was blank. Not this time. This time the girl was beneath me, the image so perfect, my chest filled with euphoria just with remembering it.

It was a good way to start the first day of a new semester, with a positive feeling wrapped around me. I lay there for another few minutes until my alarm went off, and then finally got up to shower and prepare for the day.

I NUDGED the syllabus a quarter-inch up the desk, so it lined up with the corner and the worksheet beside it. Then I pulled my pen from my bag and set it evenly between the

two sheets. Just as I was about to organize the dry erase markers by alphabetical color, the first student walked in.

I greeted him with a smile. “Welcome to Astronomy.”

He gave me a tired nod and moved to the back of the class. I was sure nine in the morning felt much earlier for college students. Especially on the first day.

Perched on the edge of my desk, I greeted each student who walked through the doors. This semester I was teaching astronomy for the non-physics majors. They tended to lack the enthusiasm of the students who were ready to begin their knowledge of the stars. I made sure my love of the subject came through enough to spark an interest for all of them. If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?

Most professors dreaded teaching the non-majors, but I saw it as a challenge to try and convince just one student to love the stars, planets, and everything in between.

“Hello, welcome to Astronomy.”

More head nods and a few wide eyes from the girls walking in. I’d been teaching for three years now and was used to it. I was younger than most of the professors in the school, and I wasn’t oblivious to my looks. So, I ignored them and kept my smiles polite and my attention short, not wanting to encourage anything. I looked out over the class and saw almost all the seats filled. Only a few more minutes and then I’d begin.

“Hello. Welc—” My throat closed up over the words when I went to greet the next set of students entering the room.

Two girls. One a blonde I’d never seen before.

The other?

The other was her. The girl from Voyeur. In my classroom. As a fucking student.

As my student.

Blood pounded through my veins; the whooshing sound blocking out the chatter and movement of the classroom.

My vision narrowed, and I focused solely on her. She was smiling, laughing at something her friend said.

She looked so much the same and yet so different. At Voyeur, she walked with an air of confidence, of maturity.

Sometimes wearing only lingerie. But as she strode in wearing her skinny jeans and over-sized sweater, she looked so much like a student that I was kicking myself for not seeing how young she was before. Even worse was that most students in my class were freshmen, but I had to hold out hope that maybe she was older. Maybe a senior just getting her last requirements? I cringed, feeling like a pervert for getting off to an eighteen-year-old.

Fuck.

My lungs seemed to be collapsing inside my chest, making it impossible to take a breath deep enough to control myself. Forcing my head down, I stared at my shoes and counted the laces along the top. Anything to help get myself together. When I was able to fill my lungs, I forced a smile and looked up.

“Welcome to Astronomy.”

She faced me from her seat and smiled. I waited for the recognition—dreaded it. Not that she could say anything due to the NDA, but I couldn’t even begin to fathom the complications. But the recognition never came. As soon as her attention was on me, it was gone. She looked back at her friend who nudged her and whispered something while staring at me.

I didn’t even want to imagine what she was saying.

The last of the students straggled in and everyone got settled. I tried to move my attention everywhere, but it inevitably kept going back to her. I watched her take out her pen and then her notebook, mesmerized by her slim fingers gripping the plastic.

I knew what those fingers looked like when they were squeezed in ecstasy.

God, I’d come so hard when she cried out in her second orgasm, her small fist against her partners back. Her legs flexed with tension. I’d gripped my cock, pumping harder and harder, unable to hold back the groan to match the sounds she’d made.

Shaking my head, I pulled myself from the memory and moved around the desk to my seat before anyone noticed my semi-erection.

Student. She’s your fucking student.

After mentally listing the names of different galaxies to help get me back on track, as well as taking a deep breath, I was ready to stand and start class.

“Good morning. I’m Dr. Pierce and you are in Astronomy 101. This is the elective for non-physics majors, but maybe by the end of the year, I can convince you to come over to the dark side.”

A few students laughed at my mild humor while others muttered, “Yeah, right.” Typical responses.

“Since it’s the first day, we’ll just cover the syllabus, introduce ourselves, and then I’ll let you back out into the wild.”

I grabbed the stack of papers and handed them in handfuls to the students in the front row, instructing them to take one and pass them back.

It didn’t take long to go over the basics; grades, attendance, exam dates, and class expectations. And I’d managed to do most of it without staring at her. I didn’t even know her name yet.

Once we were done, I resumed my position against the desk and thought of a way to get the information I desired.

Knowing how old she was seemed to be the most important piece of information, and if it meant I had to ask every student, then so be it. “Okay, let’s go around so everyone has a chance to introduce themselves. Tell me your name, so I can cross you off the attendance list. Then your age, what year you are, and your major.”

“How old are you?” a brunette asked from the front row.

Her question elicited giggles from her friends, and I smiled obligingly.

“I’m twenty-nine, and I’ve been teaching here for three years. When I was an undergraduate, physics was my major.” I gestured toward her. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and get us started.”

We went around almost the entire classroom before she finally spoke. Her voice was soft and seemed to reach across the space between us as if to stroke against my skin.

“I’m Oaklyn Derringer, and I’m majoring in biology with the intention of going into physical therapy.”

“And your age?” I felt like everyone would know why I was asking, would be able to hear the slight tremble in my voice, and I fought the blood rushing to my cheeks down.

“Duh. Forgot that part,” she said with a laugh. “I just turned nineteen. I’m a freshman.”

Freshman.

Nineteen.

The flush that had threatened me moments before was no longer an issue. All the blood seemed to have left my body. The next three student’s answers were blocked by the ringing in my ears. Their smiles and faces unseen as I stared at nothing, trying to make myself breathe.

A freshman. I’d jacked off to a fucking nineteen-year-old freshman. My stomach turned, and guilt seemed to fight a path through me. But watching her walk out of my class once I’d dismissed them, remembering her dusky peaked nipples on her perky breasts, the guilt evaporated, replaced by desire and need.

I didn’t trust myself. I needed to avoid her as much as I could. I was sure I could handle seeing her in class only.

But I had to avoid her at Voyeur. Maybe I’d explain the situation to Daniel and have him tell me when she wasn’t working.

The easy solution would be to just not go back, but I needed Voyeur too much to stop going.

It would be fine. I would just keep reminding myself of her age and that she’s my student and I’d resist.

It would all be fine.