“Look what you’ve done,” he murmurs.
My fingers tighten over him, exploring a little, and his eyelids lower. “I’m sorry,” I tell him, even though I’m not. I like knowing I do this to him, that he wants me. It makes me feel powerful. God, he’s thick and so warm. I want to run my nose up near his neck, so I lean in and do just that. He smells incredible.
His hand leaves mine, but I don’t pull away or stop touching him. Instead, I run my fingernails over the soft material of his dark denim jeans. It makes a strange sound, but I feel it vibrate up my fingers. Memphis grasps the back of my neck in a firm grip and pulls my face back from his collar. His eyes roam over my face for just a second and then his lips crash onto mine, pushing, demanding, and driving me wild.
“Unzip my pants,” he says after nipping my lip. I fumble for his zipper and belt. Once I have it open, he puts a little pressure on my shoulder, and I start to go down, but he grabs under my arms and directs me back so I’m sitting on the edge of the tub.
“I don’t want you to be late,” I whisper while looking up at him.
“Then you better make me come fast.” He slips his fingers into my hair above my ear and pulls me forward a little.
“I don’t know how.” The confession is easy.
“Oh, sweetness, just open for me.” He pulls his dick from his pants and guides it to my lips while pulling me forward by my hair. I open my mouth, and he traces the tip over my lips. His skin is so soft, I slip my tongue out, and it brushes across the head and the liquid at the slit. He groans, and his hand in my hair tightens as he pushes farther into my mouth.
I roll my lips over my teeth when I feel the underside of his dick hit my tooth, and he slips the tip in and out of my mouth slowly. “Look at you, so eager to please me,” he mutters softly, appreciatively.
My mouth is stretched around him, but he’s doing all the work, holding my head right where it needs to be and pumping into my mouth. He goes a little deeper, and the back of my throat spasms a little, which makes him release a shaky breath that causes me to squirm on the tile ledge.
Without giving me any time to recover, he does it again and again until my throat feels tight and I can only breathe out of my nose in shallow pants. “Swallow for me,” he orders roughly. It takes my body a few seconds to comply, but when I do, I’m rewarded with his praise. “Good girl.”
My lower stomach cramps when my inner muscles tighten to the point of near pain, but it feels good at the same time. I shift again, hoping to relieve the pressure.
“I’m going to fill your throat with cum, and you’re going to swallow every drop, understand?” His pace quickens, and I nod the slightest bit. I feel something hit the back of my throat, and I flinch but swallow just like he told me to while he continues to hold me in place as he fills me just like he promised. My throat spasms a few more times before he pulls out of my mouth and tilts my head back with his fist in my hair.
I gasp, greedy for air, but even more ravenous for his approval. Memphis draws his thumb under my lip, gathering the liquid that escaped, and slides it into my mouth. I close my lips and suck. His eyes roll back in his head, and a wave of pleasure levels me.How did I live without her?
His voice in my head pulls me from the moment. I hate that my head couldn’t give me these few moments of bliss. I release his thumb and glance around, wondering what time it is. I need my pills.
“What’s wrong?” He drops to a crouch so he’s peering at my face.
“I don’t want you to be late,” I lie, saying the first thing that comes to mind, and I can’t meet his eyes when I do it.
“If I’m late, it’s my fault, sweetness, not yours.” The sincerity in his tone makes me feel even worse. He takes my hand and stands, pulling me up right after. “Waylynn.” He says my name softly, like a plea, as if he knows I’m not telling him something, and I bury my face in his chest. I’m going to have to tell them. It’s not fair of me to do this, but there really is no time right now. He needs to go, and I need to check my emails for all the assignments I’ve missed so I don’t get too far behind. I’m making excuses for myself.
He leans down and says, “I would never blame you,” right near my ear. I hope he feels that way when I tell him the truth, that I’m probably certifiable and hear random voices and probably always will.
“You should go,” I tell him, but my words are belied by my actions when I wrap my arms around him even tighter.
“I know.” He sighs. “I should have stayed to make sure you were safe in the shower, not for…that.”
“I liked that.” I nuzzle him, allowing myself to enjoy the moment instead of overthinking.
“I more than liked your mouth on me, I loved it, but now I need to leave you here and I hate that.”
I smile against his chest, where he can’t see me. My girlish little heart does a happy shimmy, thinking about Memphis saying love in association with anything that involves me. He kisses the top of my head again, and I take it as my cue to release my grip.
“We’ll be back to check on you at lunch, but I’ll need to head back after. I can’t miss my office hours, and I have some tutoring sessions I have to deal with.” His tone makes it clear there’s a great many other things he would rather be doing, but I understand. “I texted you Bates’ number. Call him if there are any issues with them getting the power restored. He’s going to stop by tonight after work anyway. He said your panel needs to be updated, but I think you’ve captivated him too.” He pushes my hair back from my face while staring down at me. I furrow my brow, not understanding his meaning. He kisses me softly. “Don’t overthink it, sweetness.”
“Okay, have a good day.” I start to step back but remember I’m naked and get all shy again.
He leans forward a bit and does up his pants, not seeming to care that I’m watching. “It would be better if you were there. I’ll be talking to Hilbrand today. I expect you to keep up with the assignments so you can rejoin the class next week,” he warns and backs away after he’s dressed. His eyes roam over my body. “Text me when you get out of the shower, and I’m going to need to know if you make yourself come.”
I squeeze my thighs together. I hadn’t thought about it until he put the idea into my head. “I’ll wait,” I promise, knowing he can make me feel so much better.
“Christ, I need to leave.” He spins on his heels and stomps out of the room.
“Bye,” I call out to his retreating footsteps.
