Swallowed (Devoured #2)

by Hazel Kelly

  Kirk wanted to jump out of the car and do a happy dance and a cartwheel and scream at the top of his lungs. His wife was okay! Or at least she wanted to be! They were going to be okay!

  And then it hit him. Assuming Madeline made the effort and went to counseling with him and got better, there was only one thing that could keep him from getting his wife and his life back.

  Julianna. He had to stop seeing her. This was the perfect excuse. Now was the time to cut ties. He couldn’t afford to lose his nerve.

  He punched the text into his phone. I’m sorry. We’re through. I can’t do this anymore. He hit the send button and waited until the “message sent” icon popped up. Then he deleted it from his outbox.

  He wanted to surprise Madeline with something to celebrate her finally coming around, for deciding to fight for them. He drove to a small store on the edge of campus that sold lingerie and got out of the car. He wasn’t sure the vibe would be right when he got home, but when the moment came, he wanted to give her something that would make her feel sexy and beautiful, two things he knew she hadn’t felt in a long time.

  He walked into the shop and looked around for a few minutes. He knew better than to get underwear. He’d made that mistake once before, and when it doesn’t fit perfectly, it can really kill the moment. He needed something safe, something elegant.

  When he saw the short nightdress made of red silk, he knew instantly it was the one. It was tasteful and classy. Just like her. There was nothing about it she wouldn’t like.

  He walked to the register, put it down on the counter, and rang the bell. A young woman smacking her chewing gum like a cow appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the store. She was about to speak when Kirk’s phone rang.

  “One second,” he said, raising his pointer finger and the phone. “Hello.”

  “You want to explain that message to me?”

  Kirk turned to the woman behind the counter. “Sorry. Can you give me one second? I have to take this.” Kirk walked outside quickly and was relieved to find the sidewalk empty. “Julianna. Hi.”

  “What’s going on?”

  He didn’t want to piss her off. She was the dean’s daughter and it was vital that he ended things on adult terms, but the anger in her voice worried him.

  “Did I do something wrong? Hello?”

  “No, Julianna. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Kirk kept his voice down and looked around like a paranoid drug dealer. “You know I care about you. I just think it’s time we stop this. It’s not healthy for either of us.”

  “You didn’t seem to have a problem on Tuesday when I was lick-”

  “I know. I know,” he said. “But if you really care about me, you’ll understand.” He leaned against the side of the brick building. “I need to focus on my marriage. It’s important. I never should’ve let things go this far with you. It’s all my fault.”

  Silence.

  “Are you there?” Kirk pulled at the hair at the back of his head. “Do you understand?”

  “You know I care about you. That’s not fair.”

  “I know.”

  “I’ve been the only one taking care of you, too!”

  Kirk winced. “I know.”

  “This is not over.”

  “I’m afraid it is. It has to be.”

  “Not like this,” Julianna pleaded.

  “Please don’t be upset. We can still be friends.”

  “Sorry,” Julianna said. “But we can never be friends. Not after what we’ve done.”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “I want you to say this to my face.”

  “Will that really make you feel better?”

  “Kirk, c’mon,” she said. “At least let me say good bye. That’s all I want. Just to be with you one more time.”

  Kirk sighed. “That’s all you want?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And then we’ll go our separate ways?”

  “Sure,” she said. “Besides Tuesdays and Thursdays at eleven.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Right. Besides class time.”

  “Okay. But I have to see you one more time. I really don’t think that’s asking too much.”

  “When?”

  “Tomorrow night. Eight o’clock at the Union Hotel.”

  “The Union?”

  “Yeah. Why not? Don’t you think we should do something a little bit special? For our last time together?”

  “Okay, Julianna. I’ll see you then.”

  He looked at the phone in his adulterous hand. What choice did he have? It was the only way. He would make it special, he would wish her well, and then he would throw his energy into fixing his marriage and beating up his running shoes.

  Kirk pushed the door of the shop open and walked back to the register. The gum chewer was still standing there, waiting with dull eyes.

  “Will that be all?” she asked.

  “Actually,” Kirk said. “Make it two.”

  Julianna

  Julianna poured two glasses of wine and walked around the room at the Union Hotel turning lights on and off, trying to get the perfect effect. She was going for romantically dim but not so dark they couldn’t enjoy each other. After all, men were visual creatures. If Kirk meant what he said about this being their last hurrah, she wanted to burn as much unforgettable visual imagery into his mind as possible.

  Because the only thing Julianna could imagine that was worse than being ignored, was being forgotten.

  After she corrected the overly strong smell of lemon cleaner with a few sprays of her candy scented perfume, she finally felt pleased with the set up. The room was a nice change from music room 5b which featured nothing but hard surfaces and noisy fluorescent lighting. Julianna even removed Kirk’s glasses most of the time because the light was so unforgiving even for her… and of course, to help blur the lines he was crossing.

  After all, she knew he was a married man, and a good man. It was obvious from the pride he took in his important work and how much he struggled with his decision to enter into the affair in the first place. But she thought they were over that hump.

  The text the other day was beyond inconsiderate as far as she was concerned. It made her feel cheap which made her feel angry. Tonight was all about changing his mind. Not necessarily getting verbal confirmation that he wouldn’t be able to quit her per se, but about doing enough that it would be virtually impossible for him to move on and forget about her forever.

  And it wouldn’t take much. It’s not like she’d had any difficulty keeping him keen since they started their foul play. If anything, he was more enthusiastic each time. Julianna could tell he needed her and what she could give him.

  It was obvious from the way his demeanor changed after their liaisons. He always arrived so nervous and stressed, but by the time she was done with him, he was confident and relaxed. It made her feel good to give him his fix. And to get hers. At this point, she was convinced that sex with anyone else wouldn’t be nearly as fulfilling.

  She started to unbutton her top and thought better of it. Tonight was all about making him relish every moment with her. Button by button, she would let him undress her, revealing her gold cross necklace, and then she would bring him close to God… or at least get him to call his name a few times. Of that she was certain.

  She heard a buzz at the door and went to let Kirk in. He was wearing a sport coat that made her wet the second she laid eyes on it.

  “Hey handsome.”

  “Hi. Have you been waiting long?”

  “No.” She noticed he was carrying a wrapped box with a bow on it. “What’s that?”

  He lifted it up for her to see. “It’s for you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” He held the box out with both hands. “Since this is the last time we can see each other like this, I wanted to make tonight extra special.”

  She pursed her lips. They were covered in a lip gloss he admired once before. Now she always wore it when she knew she
would see him. She suspected he liked it because it made her lips look wet.

  “What is it?”

  “Open it,” he said. “Even better, try it on.”

  She accepted the curious package and pulled the ribbon on top until it fell loose around the box. Then she tore off the wrapping paper and raised the lid.

  “Oh Kirk!” She lifted the red silk nightdress out of the box by the straps. “It’s beautiful.”

  “You like it?”

  She held it up in front of her. “I love it.”

  He stepped forward and ran a hand over it where it laid against her hip, his voice dropping low. “Try it on for me.”

  She hurried to the bathroom, and when she saw how wide her smile was in the mirror, she tried to regain her composure before undressing and slipping it on. It matched her nail polish perfectly and hung off her perky breasts like it was made for her.

  It was obvious that he’d chosen it himself. It was classier than anything she ever would have picked, but it suited her. Even the way the neckline dipped just low enough so that her necklace lay above it was perfection.

  She gave a small spin in the mirror. Without warning, she strutted out of the bathroom and posed with a hand up on the wall as if she were shooting a calendar.

  Kirk was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wow. You look amazing.”

  She walked up to him and stood between his legs. Her brown hair fell around her, framing the view she had of his face.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  Kirk ran his hands up her legs and over the silk. “You’ve never looked sexier.”

  Julianna crawled to the head of the bed and turned around. She put her finger out in front of her and invited him with a come hither gesture.

  Kirk threw his jacket over the chair and kicked his shoes off before crawling towards her on the bed. He lay on top of her and dragged the tips of his fingers along the edge of her face. “I’m glad you suggested this.”

  She smiled as she felt his hard-on growing through his pants.

  His bright eyes were full of enthusiasm. “What do you want to do first?”

  “I want to be your ultimate fantasy,” she whispered. “Tonight I want you to do with me whatever you’ve only ever dreamed of doing. Anything you want as long as you’ve never done it before.”

  Kirk pressed his hips against hers. “I want to cum on your tits.”

  Julianna smiled and fixed her eyes on his. “Only if you fuck my mouth first.”

  Kirk’s face lit up with excitement as knelt over her. He undid his belt and pulled his pants down and revealed his eager cock. It was already thick with anticipation and erect against his belly.

  Julianna licked her lips as she grabbed it with both hands. She could feel the blood pulsing through him as she began stroking him.

  Kirk threw his shirt on the floor and braced himself against the headboard.

  She guided him towards her mouth and started by licking him like a frozen yogurt, sucking on the tip of his head and spiraling her tongue down his shaft. Then when he couldn’t stand it anymore, she let his hard dick force her jaw wide open.

  Slowly, he began sliding it in and out on his own, groaning from the sensational pleasure.

  Julianna kept her hand firm around the base of his throbbing cock, controlling his pleasure as he grew in her mouth. She could tell he was close.

  With all her energy, she sucked him in, but he pulled away and held his cock over her. She tried to pull the dress up in time, but she was too late. His body jolted as he came all over the red silk.

  She smiled as she watched him panting over her, looking up at the ceiling with his dick in his hands.

  She scooped some of his cum off the dress onto her finger and tasted it in front of him.

  He smiled like a naughty school boy and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Then he propped himself up on his elbow and admired her for a moment.

  Julianna beamed from his undivided attention and let her head fall towards him on the pillow, her cum soaked chest rising and falling with her breath.

  “Your turn,” he said.

  “My turn?”

  “Yeah.”

  Julianna laughed. “I’m not going to fuck your mouth.”

  “No,” he said, “but I’m going to fuck you with mine.”

  Kirk

  Kirk relished the look on Julianna’s face when she realized what he meant, taking pleasure in the way her smile forced her eyes into little crescents.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh I’m sure,” he said. “I’ve wanted to drink you in ever since I tasted you that day in class.”

  He slunk down the bed and parted Julianna’s legs with his hands. She was beautiful, his temptress, his toy. He would miss her body after tonight, the way it was so responsive to his touch.

  She was unselfconscious in a way that he loved, a way he wished Madeline could be. He knew that no matter how much he loved his wife, she would never be able to satisfy him sexually the way Julianna could. So he was going to enjoy her to the last.

  After all, it was too late to go back and keep it all from happening. His betrayal was too great at this point for it to be undone. The only thing he could do now was make the most of it by fucking Julianna until she was spent and ending on a high. For both their sakes.

  But first, he wanted to see if she still tasted like Propel. Julianna moaned as soon as he laid his fingers against her clit and he began warming her with small, circular movements. When he realized the tips of his fingers were already wet and that she had gotten off on letting him fuck her mouth, he was turned on all over again.

  Her legs writhed against the bed and he grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards him so he could lick her sweet snatch until she quaked with pleasure. She rocked her hips into his face and he ate her juicy pussy with an enthusiasm that surprised him. He couldn’t believe how she let herself go, how she gave into him as he fucked her with his tongue and then his fingers, moaning all the while.

  “Uhh.” Her voice went from low to an almost inaudible, high pitched whimper. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Uhhh. I’m cumming.”

  Her bent legs fell apart and she gushed into his mouth. He lapped her up, quenching his thirst for her like he was a man in the desert. He could feel that her body was still pulsing and he wanted to feel the throbbing on his dick so he climbed on top of her and forced her open around him, plunging himself deep into her wet warmth.

  He wanted to give her what she deserved, the bad girl that she was. He wanted to fuck her so hard with everything he had that she would think of him every time she moved or sat down for weeks.

  He looked down at her chestnut hair against the pillow, her arms raised above her head, her tits bouncing in front of him. Her breathing was shallow, and he wished that she would pant and call his name forever. With every thrust, he felt his balls smacking against her as her greedy pussy sucked him.

  She put her hands on his ass and pulled him into her, grinding against the base of his cock. Even as he moaned and pumped her full of him, he couldn’t believe he was cumming again.

  He lowered himself onto his forearms.

  She licked herself off his lips, slipped her tongue in his mouth, and kissed him deeply.

  He rocked over her with everything he had left, savoring how tightly she squeezed him as she drained him of every last drop.

  When he finally rolled off her, he rested his head on his arm and tried to memorize her satisfied expression as he dragged a finger across her fat lip.

  She looked at him sleepily through her smiling eyes, her tousled hair framing her face. She was beautiful. And her sexiness was unmatched.

  Part of him wished he could keep her. There was no denying that he was attached to her, maybe even addicted to the smell of her sex. Her grip on him was as tight as the grip she had on his cock. Relentless, merciless.

  When he thought of the things he’d done with her, he was filled with a filthy, smug delight. He knew there would be night
s when he would think about her while he was making love to his wife, but what was the harm in that? As long as he kept his pants on outside the home from now on, this could be his little secret, a reason for him to smile on rainy days.

  “Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite student ever?” he said, pulling her towards him on the bed.

  Julianna laughed. “That’s funny. You’re my favorite student, too.”

  “You mean favorite teacher?”

  “No.”

  Kirk was taken aback. “What have you taught me?”

  Julianna looked at him, her seductive eyes twisting his guts. “I taught you how to loosen up and have some fun, didn’t I?”

  “I knew how to have fun before I met you.”

  She looked at him skeptically.

  “Okay, maybe not this kind of fun exactly.”

  “Aren’t you going to miss this?” she asked.

  He thought about how big his dick looked in her pouty mouth. “Of course I am.”

  “Are you sure we have to stop?”

  He watched how her breasts moved as she turned onto her side. “I’m sure. But you knew we couldn’t do this forever.”

  She looked down, her long eyelashes casting shadows down her cheeks.

  Kirk rested his hand on the dip in her waist. “You are such a special woman. You deserve a guy that you can have all to yourself.”

  Julianna smiled and looked at him.

  “Seriously. I hope you know how hard that is for me to say. Whoever the lucky guy is, I’ll be totally jealous.”

  Kirk stood up and started picking his clothes up off the floor. He slipped his boxers on and then brought both glasses of wine over to where Julianna was lying.

  She sat up and accepted one. “To us.” She raised her glass. “It’s been fun.”

  Kirk clinked his glass against hers. “To our little secret.”

  “Thanks again for the gift. That was really unexpected.”

  Kirk smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” He looked at the stains on the front.

  Julianna looked down at her chest. “I like what you’ve done with it.”

  “Yeaah. I didn’t mean to make such a mess.” Kirk turned around and grabbed his shirt. It was halfway on when he turned around and saw her lying naked on the bed, her large breasts like spotlights.