“Jordan’s cock jolted in my mouth while he groaned, shot after shot hitting the back of my throat.”
Colton was so fucking hot when he came undone for me. Most of the time he liked to do the giving, but on the few occasions when I’d gotten to, he was truly a pleasure to blow. I remembered a time where I was close to coming just watching him and feeling his release in my mouth.
I ran over a stone bridge, glancing out at the water below to try to cool myself down.
It did not have the desired effect.
With a shocked cough, I came, my inner thighs and core squeezed impossibly tight. Between gawking at the pond and actually orgasming in public, my poor body could take no more inputs. I stumbled, catching myself on my hand right before I wiped out completely. The stone gritted against the heel of my hand, but I didn’t feel the pain too badly. This was probably because I was in the middle of one of the world’s best pain relievers: an orgasm.
I breathed hard, staring at the ground under my hand as I rode out the rest of my orgasm.
Concerned eyes stooped into my line of vision. I couldn’t hear what they said because the narrator was still spitting absolute rancid filth into my ears at an embarrassing volume. I read their lips, and it looked like, “Are you okay, miss?”
“I’m good,” I shouted at a likely-absurd decibel level, scrambling to my feet and continuing my run.
At least I was already running, so I could get away from this scene, this accidental orgasm, as fast as possible.
Colton might have confessed his airplane incident to me, but there was no way in hell I’d be talking about coming on aquaint stone bridge while looking at ducks in a pond because I listened to one of our books.
All that aside, I would be marking this as my favorite scene in the college romance.
“Wow, so things escalated quickly.”Layla sat back in her chair across from me. She lifted her travel mug reading “CLIENT TEARS” to her lips, one she once told me contained green tea. A pretty appropriate mug for a therapist. She’d certainly collected plenty of my tears.
“You could say that,” I said. “I probably should have mentioned it in my last session, but I was kind of embarrassed.”
She chuckled. “You wouldn’t have been the first to commit a lie of omission in therapy. But let’s dig into that. What about it feels embarrassing?”
I stretched my neck and looked at the wall above her. “It’s a good question.” I rubbed my lips together and licked them. “I guess it seems like a pretty foolish arrangement, you know? I’m a grown adult setting up some sort of game with my ex. My only friend who knows thinks I’m crazy for it. I’m not ready to tell my sister.”
Layla’s lips twitched. “Friends always have their own take on things because they’ve been invested for so long. It doesn’t make them wrong. Just biased. But go a little deeper. What do you want from your arrangement?”
I sighed and chewed my lip. “I want a safe place to explore partnered sex again.”
Layla bobbed her head. “Good. What does Colton want out of it? Has he said?”
My eyes dropped to the floor between us. “To know I won’t leave if things go wrong.”
“What’s your plan if things go wrong?”
I tipped my head from side to side. “We haven’t said fully, but I guess we’d stop and talk about it.”
She looked impressed. “Okay. That all sounds within reason.”
I smirked. “Oh, so you approve?”
She smiled broader. “It doesn’t matter what I think. It’s you we’re working on. So, you want physical safety, and he wants emotional safety.”
I nodded. “I think that’s the long and short of it.”
“What about the emotional aspect for you? How does that factor in?”
“I mean, I trust him.”
“Well, sure.” She lifted her eyebrows and picked up her mug again. “But what do you want out of your relationship beyond sex?”
I put my head back and groaned. “Stop being so good at your job.”
Layla shrugged. “Just giving you what you paid for.”
