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I lick slowly against and rapidly flick my tongue at her clit before sucking on it hard. The loud groans and shifting of her hips lets me know I’m doing it right. I could do this all night. She tastes like heaven.
Her legs slide over my shoulders when she gets uncomfortable with them spread so wide, but it doesn’t stop me from continuing to torture her with my tongue. I know I’m getting close as she starts to clench my head between her legs, her hips involuntarily shifting up and down as I lick her clit as fast as I can while two of my fingers push in and out of her. She grabs my hair again and chokes out a gasp, her entire body seizing in ecstasy, and I’m sure without looking that her toes are curling as her orgasm rips through her. She shudders and tries to pull away but I hold her in place, sucking on her clit until she collapses back against the bench, twitching every now and then from the intensity of the pleasure she has experienced.
I stand up and look down at her, her flush figure breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling.
What the fuck did I just do?
I feel like someone just slapped the common sense back into me. Whatever drunk-fueled horniness that had possessed me has left my body and I’m left feeling awkward and ashamed. Fuck! What was I thinking? Trying not to make the situation worse than what it was, I reach down slowly to pull up my pants, doing up my belt.
“That was amazing,” Lyra breathes. “Thank you,” she giggles again and I wonder if she’s still drunk, but something in her eyes tells me she’s not. She just thoroughly enjoyed herself. The part of me that wants to feel proud is overruled by the part of me that says I’m a fucking idiot.
I give her a smile and nod, “It was, thank you.”
“You okay?” she asks, sitting up and fixing her bra, pulling her shirt down. She gets up to retrieve her panties and pull the elastic holding some of my hair in place loose, retying my hair in a neat short pony.
“Yeah fine, fine. It’s just…it’s really late,” I say and then I realise I don’t know the time. I look at my watch and want to curse myself. It’s one in the morning. If Rebecca doesn’t kill me, her mother is definitely going to. I rush to my booth as Lyra gets dressed and I check my phone; I have fifteen missed calls and several text messages.
“Shit,” I muttered, “Lyra, I’m sorry, I have to go. I should have been home hours ago.”
“Okay…” she says slowly, giving me a strange look.
“I had a great time; I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye!” I rush out the door and grab my bike, cycling away from the studio as fast as I can. Not daring to look back because I’m sure Lyra is giving me a look that could kill.
I’m trying not to cry as I lock up the studio! What a dick! I can’t believe he just fucked me and rushed off like that. I’m so angry I could spit. Worst of all, I have to walk home because there are no busses this late. I briefly consider sleeping over in the studio but that’s absurd, so I lock up and hold my bag tightly against me as I start my long walk home. It’ll take me at least forty-five minutes to get there, and the entire time I walk I’m going to do my best not to think about that asshole or the insane orgasm he gave me.
I shudder.
My stupid body is betraying me.
But dammit that tongue…that mouth…that cock…
I try and push it from my mind as I remember how he rushed out. He had to be home. Why did he have to be home? Did he have a girlfriend? Oh god! What if he does? And I just fucked him! I just fucked my employee who possibly has a girlfriend! I’m mortified and I want to die; how am I going to face him tomorrow? What if she finds out? What if she comes to the studio? What will the others think?
My internal dialog is so loud that it takes me a few minutes to realise that there are footsteps behind me. I glance backwards as I walk and see a young guy walking behind me, his hands in his pockets and a baseball cap pulled low over his face. It’s the cap that makes me nervous. Who wears a cap at night? Who walks around at this hour? I decide to cross the street and glance back. He’s still walking straight, he hasn’t tried to cross, so I feel a little better. Still I pick up my feet and walk a little faster. My mind is torn between worrying about JJ’s so-called girlfriend I imagine he has and the guy who is walking across the street. It’s quiet. It wouldn’t take him long to run across and harm me. The thought gives me goosebumps and how I wish I had rather called a taxi to take me home.
I’ve only been walking for fifteen minutes; home was still a long way away. I feel better when I get to a main road where there is some pedestrian traffic, even at this hour, people going home from clubs and pubs or knocking off the late shift. I realise that the busses would still run this route at this time, so I go to the bus stop, grateful that I thought about it so I wouldn’t have to continue the walk home through dark and lonely streets.
He comes to stand near me and I try not to look at him, scared I’ll provoke the mystery man into attacking me. The bus pulls up and we both climb on. I take a seat up front near the driver because I feel it would be safer, and he moves to the back of the bus. I try to glimpse his face stealthily, but he looks the other way as he passes by me. I don’t know why, but I feel ill with anxiety.
This bus doesn’t go as far as the stop near my house, but it’s only three blocks away so I disembark and walk as quickly as I can down the road. I hear the heavy footsteps behind me and I don’t want to look back, I don’t need to. I know it’s him.
I don’t waste time or give him a chance; luckily I am wearing pumps today so I immediately take off running. I don’t know if he runs after me, I can’t hear anything over my erratic breathing and thumping heart. I turn the block and sprint as fast as my legs can take me. One more block to go and I turn the corner, still not daring to look back.
I reach Abdi’s storefront which is closed and fumble with the door next to it. It’s locked. Shit! I fumble my keys out of my bag, not sure how much of a head start I gave myself, and shakily manage to get the door open. I crash through it and slam it closed behind me. Locking it.
A shadow stops outside of the frosted glass; I can make out his outline because of the streetlight behind him shining his silhouette against the door. He can’t get me here though.
The door handle turns first one way and then the other before he gives the door a hard shake. When it doesn’t budge I hear a dark chuckle from behind the glass before his shadow leaves. I burst into tears as I turn and hurry upstairs, wanting the safety of my apartment. I make sure all the locks are tight once I’m in and quickly go check all the windows are secured.
I’m terrified.
I look out the window that faces the street and I see him standing across the road, leaning against the pole with his head down. I reach for my phone to call the police when I realise it isn’t actually him. It’s a different colour baseball cap, and this guy looks shorter and more lithe. A woman emerges from the apartments across the road and this man looks up; I can see his face. He hugs her and they walk off together and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Jesus! What is wrong with me? I give a nervous laugh to myself and go to take my shoes off at the door. Leaving them there, I go to feed Miko before putting the kettle on for some sweet tea to calm my nerves. I realize how stupid I was being. The guy probably saw me running and thought I was in trouble, that’s why he chuckled outside the door! It was a just a coincidence that we were headed in the same direction. Man, if he ever bumps into me he’ll probably laugh at me.
I make the tea and sip it lightly, an exhaustion settling over me now that my body is relaxing. Unfortunately, without the threat of being chased on my mind, JJ comes back to my thoughts. Was it really less than an hour ago that we were having amazing sex? And that tongue! I could get used to that.
No! No! He obviously has a girlfriend he’s rushing home to. Unless he’s not? Maybe he has a parent at home he takes care of? Or a pet? Maybe he stays at apartments that lock up at a certain time? How am I to know? There could be a thousand reasons why he had to rush off, it didn’t specifically have to be that he had someone special to go home to.
