Chapter 3
Kayla
He’s been watching me for so long.
At first, I thought I was imagining it.
That I was dreaming it up and that all he was doing was watching out for his kids.
But I have never in my life seen a man this ready to beg for a woman on her knees.
With both hands still on his thighs, I lean up until he inches back, his ragged breath clearly audible from up close. His hands release mine as my tits hover close to his package. His eyes are half-mast while my fingers slowly creep up his thighs.
He doesn’t flinch, but I can feel his cock bobbing up and down with excitement.
And I can’t help wonder how big it is. How much harder it can get. How long ago it’s been.
So I hook my fingers underneath his boxershorts and tug them down.
He doesn’t stop me.
I marvel at the sight of his massive cock as its released from its prison, fully glistening with pre-cum.
I lower myself between his legs and open my mouth, hovering closer to him with my tongue dipped out until it touches his shaft, and fuck me, the explosion of lust in his eyes is nearly enough to make me come.
He strains against the chair while I circle my tongue around. “Kayla … Please.”
“Please … what?” I murmur, as I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. “Stop?”
He sucks on his bottom lip again as I roll my tongue over the tip, and with a cracked voice he begs, “More.”
A grin spreads on my face as I dip down further and further until I hit the base of his cock and a long-drawn out, almost desperate moan leaves his mouth.
“Fuck,” he grits.
His length throbs in the back of my throat, and I pull out to take a breath, only for him to grab my curls and shove my face right back onto his dick.
“You’re too good for me,” he murmurs, his head tilting back once again as I lick his shaft. “Oh, fuck me, your tongue is divine,” he groans.
I pull out to breathe and look up into his unfathomable eyes. “Thank you … Sir.”
His eyes flicker with greed, and his hand reaches for my face, caressing my cheek so softly I melt into the palm of his hand. “Say that again.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His dick bobs up and down against my breasts. “I can’t fucking resist you.”
When I try to go back down again, he keeps me steady just by my chin and he actually manages to lift me up with just one finger alone.
As I come to a stand, his other hand grabs my thigh, pulling me between his legs.
His hand slowly slides up my inner thigh, pushing the fabric of my leggings into my pussy as he starts to rub me.
It’s hard not to moan while he expertly circles around and around, his gaze never failing to hold mine.
Quietly, observantly, we’ve been descending into obsession without anyone ever noticing.
Unable to hold it back any longer.
RIP!
With just one tug, he’s managed to pull down my leggings, exposing my thin, see-through thong, which he rips apart with ease.
He grabs my waist and lifts me onto his lap, where we stay for a moment, basking in each other’s presence. And I can’t help but peer into those dark, wistful eyes filled with so much desperation and unfathomable pain that it momentarily takes my breath.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
I nod.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
His hands slowly run down my ass, feeling me up, before he lowers me onto his cock, which is hard as a rock. I can feel every pulse of his veins as he enters me slowly, deeply, as if to savor the moment before it disappears.
As he buries himself inside me to the hilt, he groans, and my body erupts with goosebumps.
God, he feels so fucking good inside me.
Even though I know I wasn’t supposed to do this.
Even though I know he’s the dean.
Someone much, much older than I am … I want him, right here, right now.
He tips down my chin and brushes his lips past mine, cooly observing me from his chair before he gently presses them onto mine, stealing a silky-smooth kiss from my full lips.
Right then, he pulls out only to thrust back in so hard I moan loudly into his mouth.
A wide, cocky grin spreads on his lips as he repeats the same motion with the same effect, causing me to ripple in and out of madness with each of his strokes, his cock filling me up and then some.
His kisses are both soft and crude, ravenous, like he can’t get enough and wants to remember how they feel at the same time.
I smile against his lips. “How long ago has it been?”
“Too long,” he growls, thrusting in faster and faster, digging his fingers into my ass.
“I can tell.”
“Can you now?”
He hooks his fingers underneath my shirt and pushes it up so fast I squeal when his mouth covers my nipple. He bites and tugs as he thrusts into me deeply. “I almost forgot how good it could be.”
He lifts me up and pushes me back down over the head of his cock, spreading my wetness all over as he lavishly licks both my nipples like he hasn’t touched any in years. I tilt my head back and grab his hand, bringing it up to my neck.
“Oh … you like being choked, huh?”
His fingers automatically squeeze on just the right spot, making stars dance in my eyes, and my pussy clenches with need.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Yes, that’s it. Make that sound. Moan for me.”
I moan louder as he thrusts in even harder, while one hand squeezes off my jugulars and the other firmly digs into my skin.
“Are you going to lose your breath for me?”
I can’t speak, can’t even think about anything other than how good it feels to be riding this man’s dick.
The moment he releases me from his grip, I suck in a breath, and he whispers into my ear, “First you’re going to make me come inside that eager pussy of yours, aren’t you?”
“Tease,” I murmur.
As if it’s a form of punishment for talking back, he impales me on his cock and bites into my lip, before kissing me so deeply I melt into a puddle right on his lap. He moans into my mouth and spears me with his tongue, forcing me to feel him everywhere.
“Fuck, you make me want to fill you up,” he groans.
“Say please again and I might let you.”
He tears into me and buries himself inside me to the base before whispering against my lips, “Please … let me come inside this perfect pussy.”
I moan as his balls squeeze together against my thighs. “Oh, yes.”
His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as all his muscles clench and his cock empties itself inside me. Warm cum streams down from my pussy as he continues to pump into me until he’s sated.
But within seconds, he stands up and puts me down onto his desk, shoving all his papers off, then splays his fingers across my chest to push me all the way down.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “You already finished.”
“But you haven’t,” he says. “Now let me have a taste of the divine.”
The moment his tongue hits my clit, I nearly lose it. My head buckles back against the wood as my legs yield to his strong grip and that expert tongue swiveling back and forth across my pussy.
Good God, this man can lick like he’s gotten a gold medal for it at the Olympics.
I’ve never felt anything this good in my life.
“Holy shit,” I groan.
A low, rumbling laugh emanates from his chest, reverberating against my skin, causing delicious shockwaves. “You’ve only ever been licked by boys. Now let me show you how a real man eats his five star meal.”
His tongue drives into my pussy, circling around, licking every inch he can reach until I’m shaking on his desk. My nails dig into the wood as he rolls his tongue around my clit and kisses my mound like he’s enjoying his dinner.
Fuck, this is going to make me come so fast, I am not prepared.
“That’s it, show me what you look like when you come for me,” he groans.
My moans become louder and louder, his dirty words sending me over the moon and back.
I’m not ready, it’s too quick, I shouldn’t be doing this, oh God.
Too late.
A loud moan rolls off my tongue as his rolls around my clit and delicious shockwaves fill my body with ecstasy. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull as he keeps licking me all the way through the orgasm, lapping up the juices and cum with delight.
And when I’ve finally come down from the high, my legs feel like they’ve turned to mush.
He helps me up and I hold onto his shoulders to steady myself before I lean in and kiss him on the lips. Every kiss is returned with an equally needy kiss … and lingering doubt. But if I keep my eyes closed the world will fade and maybe we can stay like this for a little longer.
His lips part against mine. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“We definitely shouldn’t have,” I mutter.
When my eyes open again, his are filled with regret. The dean … in shock.
Oh God.
What have I done?
I clear my throat and let him go, then jump off the desk, as he tucks his dick back inside.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter to myself as I pull my leggings back up and put my shirt down. “I don’t know what got into me. I—”
He grabs my arm and stops me mid-way through the room. “Don’t be sorry about something we both needed.” He gently smiles. “Once.”
“Once,” I repeat, telling myself it’ll be enough. “Making a mistake once is enough.”
His Adam’s Apple goes up and down as his eyes linger on my body, my face, as if he’s taking it all in at once. “I … wanted to thank you. For your help.”
I nod. “Don’t … mention it.”
“I want you to know that I admire you, and I wish I could, but … I’m a scarred man, Kayla. I don’t do relationships.” He looks away for a moment and releases me from his grip. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“I understand,” I say. “And also because I’m friends with your son and daughter.”
“Exactly,” he repeats, his voice unsteady.
I rub my lips together. “We just needed to fuck it out of our system. And that’s it.”
“Right,” he says.
“Okay. Well, it was fun.”
When I turn around again he adds, “I’m sorry. I wish it could be more. But I don’t want you to be in danger.”
I pause near the door. “I know. I promise I won’t tell a soul. Not about the man you killed. Or what we did in here. But don’t ever ask me to forget.” I look him in the eye one last time, but the moment he takes a step towards me, I close the door behind me.
***
The next day
I take my earbuds out and stop jogging, right near the spot where Mr. Rivera killed that man. But there is no body. Not a speck of blood. Nothing left of the crime he committed. It’s as if it never even happened.
But I know I didn’t dream it up.
How did he clean up this body in a single day?
Even if I’d ask him, I doubt he’d tell me the truth. Not just because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s protecting his family. Because he wants to protect me.
I shudder and turn around again, jogging all the way back to campus where the bustling school life almost makes me forget about what I’ve witnessed. Until I see him. Standing there with a cigarette in his hand, leaning against the side of the main building, wistfully staring off into the distance.
I wonder what he’s thinking about.
If he dreamt about me last night like I did about him.
If he’s already forgotten me.
That man … I could never forget someone like him.
I gulp and resume my jog all the way back to the sorority, where I shut the door and breathe in and out a few times. Until my breathing comes to a full stop. Because on the table, right next to the door, is a giant—and I mean giant—bouquet of flowers with my name on it.
I stare at it for a moment as I gather the courage to approach, but my curiosity is too big to ignore.
I pick up the note and open it up. I’m blushing so hard it feels like my head is going to explode along with my heart.
I knew you’d remember me. Don’t ever forget or give up.
…
Good girl.
Yours,
Salvatore
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Thanks so much for reading MEN WHO YEARN! I hope you enjoyed. This story was a short prelude into BOYS WHO HUNT, a new Dark Bully RH/Why Choose Romance in the Spine Ridge University world.
They swore I would fall for their depravity, and I told myself I could resist…
I lied.
Stealing from the three most infamous, cold-hearted devils of the Skull and Serpent Society was risky, but I needed it more than them. I had only one goal in mind—to survive.
Running away is what I do best. But nothing makes my heart beat faster than being hunted by Silas Rivera, Heath Preston, and Max Fletcher. They're out of their minds insane, and they love nothing more than a wicked chase.
I robbed them of everything they cared for, and in turn they set their inner demons loose on me.
To atone for my sin, I must become theirs.
Their depraved games and twisted demands are slowly warping my mind until all that's left is the unhinged desire for more.
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More of their murderous habits.
Until I'm willing to lay down my soul...
And I manage to steal the one thing they never wanted to give—their hearts.
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