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Breathing through my nose, I swallow as I work him to the back of my throat, but I still gag around his length, saliva dribbling out the side of my mouth and down onto his muscled thigh. Sebastian groans, his head tipping back against the cushions.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you do that again…” He tells me, the deep sexy tone of his voice makes it feel like I’ve been struck by lightning, and I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t make him come.
I’ve never failed at a blowjob, and I’m not going to start now. Sucking on the head before moving down the rest of his cock, I cup his massive balls in my hand. Then, I sink down, taking him all the way to the back of my throat again. This time, I gag massively, my eyes watering, as I suck in a sharp breath through my nose.
A knocking noise meets my ears, but I ignore it. Pulling back, so I have only the mushroom part of his cock in my mouth, I massage his balls, and smile around him as his hands ball into two tight fists that rest against his thighs.
Yes, yes. It’s wrong, so wrong. He’s the dean. He’s ten years older than me. He’s my dead sister’s boyfriend. I shouldn’t want his cock in my mouth. I shouldn’t be wet with need for him, but I’m all those things and more.
His muscles tense beneath my touch, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He’s close, so close. I’m just about to take him to the back of my throat again when the door to his office flies open. I sit up straight, letting Seb’s dick slide out of my mouth. Swinging my gaze toward the now open door, I find two people standing in the office looking at me in shock.
Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, I freeze.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
For one long, excruciating moment, no one does or says anything. Peeping over my shoulder, I find a girl with long red hair standing in the doorway, a guy beside her. The girl’s eyes are squeezed shut as if she could unsee what she just caught us doing.
I’m so embarrassed, beyond embarrassed. I’ll never be able to show my face again at this school.
With a mask firmly in place, Sebastian springs into action, pulling up his pants and tucking his quickly deflating dick away. Pushing up from the floor, I move away from him as if that could make the situation better.
They already saw him with his dick in your mouth.
“Seb, we are so sorry,” the guy who walked in on us tells him. At the same time, he grabs the girl who still has her eyes squeezed shut and starts walking backward, taking her with him.
“Clark…” Sebastian starts, his voice brimming with shame, but the guy merely shakes his head.
“Dude, we didn’t see anything.” The guy’s hand finds the door handle, and he pulls it closed, leaving us inside the now tension-filled room.
My stomach churns, as bile rises up my throat. What have I done? My cheeks flame and I don’t know what to do. Do I run, or do I stay? Sebastian has his back to me, but I can still see the agony, the shame rippling through him, and I know without even asking, without even speaking, that he regrets this, regrets what we’ve done.
“This…” He twists around, his eyes refusing to meet mine and instead fall to the floor at my feet. “This shouldn’t have happened. It… it can’t happen again. This is wrong for so many reasons.”
I nod, not only can’t it happen again, it shouldn’t. That, however, doesn’t stop my emotions from going haywire. It feels like I’m losing a piece of him like whatever I gained from him in this room a couple minutes ago he has taken back.
Finally, he looks at me, but instead of finding the Sebastian I need right now, the one that could make all of this okay, I find the one that dropped me off at my dorm.
Angry, brooding, cold. His features are clear, uncut, and his eyes pierce my skin like a thousand tiny knives.
“This was a mistake, and it cannot happen again,” he repeats. “It will not happen again.”
Swallowing down the words I want to say, I head for the door. He doesn’t reach for me or make an attempt to stop me, and that only drives the knife deeper into my chest. Doesn’t he care? Didn’t he feel the passion between us? The heat? Didn’t his heart beat again for the first time? Gripping the knob, I open the door, walk out, and close it gently behind me. As soon as the click of the door sounds the tears I’ve been holding back start to fall.
