The Dark Horse
I’d had exactly two lovers.
The first had a small penis.
My second lover was Rodney, or Ride-Me as my roommates lovingly referred to him. He silenced my mind and opened my body. He spread my legs wide as he taught me about need and want and surrender with his tongue. And when the moonlight slipped through the curtains and bathed us in just enough light to make out the muscles of his stomach, before I took his enormous cock in my mouth, I could forget we never had a discussion deeper than his hope to win his fantasy football league.
I carried him intellectually and he carried me with his dick in me until we reached the kitchen table. He was so simple, and yet we were so complicated. And one day Rodney asked me who Winston Churchill is. I closed my eyes knowing it was over and it might be forever before someone made me come with an ice cube and their tongue.
*****
I trudged forward alone. It was my senior year at Princeton. There was plenty to focus on, but I missed the way he’d slip two fingers into me under any table, the touch of his dick at the back of my throat, and the anticipation of him mounting me.
My only distraction was a required course—The Roman Republic. Lost within the stories of Octavian, Augustus and Caesar, was my adoration for Professor Hayden Long. I’d had him for The Crusades my sophomore year. But that was before Rodney, before I knew how it felt for a man to harden in my hand.
I walked into East Pyne, Room 10, and stopped to admire the great professor. He’d let his hair grow in a little. He was only a few inches taller than me, perfect to fuck in the shower.
“Miss Andrews.” He tipped his head to me. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.” I took a seat in the second row, and listened as my lovely professor told members of the crew team that he’d been rowing lately. My eyes draped over him from wrist to biceps to shoulders and back down again. Yes. He'd been rowing.
Tuesday/Thursday 2:30-4:30 was my sanctuary of the fall semester, and there was only one prayer. I wanted Professor Long to fuck me. He taught us to bask in the questions before searching for the answers. His thoughts on the process of inquiry solidified my admiration of him as a lover. There would be no instant gratification. With Professor Long, it was about the journey.
Everything he assigned I read twice. My papers were insightful and comprehensive, and handed back with acclaims such as, “Impeccably structured and presented. Your argument works superbly,” scrawled across the back under an “A.” I was impressive. But so was he, and I wouldn’t embarrass either of us by fawning over him. He was always appropriate. But in my head, we were naked, lying in bed with our legs tangled together, the smell of his come covering me.
I’m goal oriented. Looking back, I may have pursued him…hunted him. It was questionable, but I knew we wanted the same thing.
I’d suggested coffee. We could discuss the crusades, for old times’ sake. He declined, but watched me as I walked away.
I applied for an assistant’s position on a grant he was working on, but with a sly smile he advised I was overqualified.
In a moment of weakness, I left a post-it on a paper I handed in that said: “Fuck me and we’ll make our own history.”
His lecture on professionalism wasn’t exactly the spanking I had in mind, especially because he assumed the note was to a classmate.
My only distraction was a required course—The Roman Republic. Lost within the stories of Octavian, Augustus and Caesar, was my adoration for Professor Hayden Long. I’d had him for The Crusades my sophomore year. But that was before Rodney, before I knew how it felt for a man to harden in my hand.
I walked into East Pyne, Room 10, and stopped to admire the great professor. He’d let his hair grow in a little. He was only a few inches taller than me, perfect to fuck in the shower.
“Miss Andrews.” He tipped his head to me. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.” I took a seat in the second row, and listened as my lovely professor told members of the crew team that he’d been rowing lately. My eyes draped over him from wrist to biceps to shoulders and back down again. Yes. He'd been rowing.
Tuesday/Thursday 2:30-4:30 was my sanctuary of the fall semester, and there was only one prayer. I wanted Professor Long to fuck me. He taught us to bask in the questions before searching for the answers. His thoughts on the process of inquiry solidified my admiration of him as a lover. There would be no instant gratification. With Professor Long, it was about the journey.
Everything he assigned I read twice. My papers were insightful and comprehensive, and handed back with acclaims such as, “Impeccably structured and presented. Your argument works superbly,” scrawled across the back under an “A.” I was impressive. But so was he, and I wouldn’t embarrass either of us by fawning over him. He was always appropriate. But in my head, we were naked, lying in bed with our legs tangled together, the smell of his come covering me.
I’m goal oriented. Looking back, I may have pursued him…hunted him. It was questionable, but I knew we wanted the same thing.
I’d suggested coffee. We could discuss the crusades, for old times’ sake. He declined, but watched me as I walked away.
I applied for an assistant’s position on a grant he was working on, but with a sly smile he advised I was overqualified.
In a moment of weakness, I left a post-it on a paper I handed in that said: “Fuck me and we’ll make our own history.”
His lecture on professionalism wasn’t exactly the spanking I had in mind, especially because he assumed the note was to a classmate.
*****
“It was about you.” I stepped between his legs as he sat on the edge of the desk. I let my hands rest on his knees. “I wrote that about you.” I leaned my chest against him, and dragged my fingers up his thighs. He harshly grabbed each of my hands, and my chest heaved with anticipation. His eyes were wild, crushing me with the stare of hunger and need, confirming the tension I’d felt for weeks was far from a schoolgirl crush.
“I’m twenty years older than you. You’ll ruin my career.”
“This has nothing to do with your career.”
“It has everything to do with it. You are my student.”
“Then be my teacher.” My lips stayed parted. My breath poured through them. I wouldn’t let him falter. I wouldn’t look away.
“This can’t happen.” He shut down. The fire was gone from his eyes. “No more notes, Miss Andrews.” He moved past me and shuffled some papers on his desk. I’d been dismissed.
Dismissed but not defeated.
“I’m twenty years older than you. You’ll ruin my career.”
“This has nothing to do with your career.”
“It has everything to do with it. You are my student.”
“Then be my teacher.” My lips stayed parted. My breath poured through them. I wouldn’t let him falter. I wouldn’t look away.
“This can’t happen.” He shut down. The fire was gone from his eyes. “No more notes, Miss Andrews.” He moved past me and shuffled some papers on his desk. I’d been dismissed.
Dismissed but not defeated.
*****
The next two weeks dragged by with his stoic expression matched by my own. It was the caged urgency in his eyes after the rest of the class left that I clung to.
He was too good; too unwilling to risk it all. But he wanted me. Of that I was sure.
And I was not going to let him make the decision on this. He had underestimated me. My final paper, my last legitimate reason to write to him, was “The Impact on Modern Day Society of Caesar’s Assassination.” I worked on it long into the night, day after day, for weeks. When completed it was worthy of being published, and then I added an addendum. It was titled, “The Erotic Account of the Night Caesar and Cleopatra Joined Forces.”
I stapled the addendum to the back of my paper and dropped it on his desk, without saying goodbye, as I walked out of The Roman Republic forever.
He was too good; too unwilling to risk it all. But he wanted me. Of that I was sure.
And I was not going to let him make the decision on this. He had underestimated me. My final paper, my last legitimate reason to write to him, was “The Impact on Modern Day Society of Caesar’s Assassination.” I worked on it long into the night, day after day, for weeks. When completed it was worthy of being published, and then I added an addendum. It was titled, “The Erotic Account of the Night Caesar and Cleopatra Joined Forces.”
I stapled the addendum to the back of my paper and dropped it on his desk, without saying goodbye, as I walked out of The Roman Republic forever.
*****
Exams concluded. In two days, I would fly to Colorado for the holidays. My cell phone rang and an unknown number flashed across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Miss Andrews?” My heart dropped. This would be the last time he lectured me. The last words he spoke to me.
“Yes,” I said, frustrated by his conviction.
“I need to see you about your final paper.” He should save his breath. “Would you be available to come to my house tonight?” My eyes darted around my bedroom searching for answers that were not there, not anywhere.
“Your house?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath and blew it out away from the phone.
“I’ll see you then,” I managed to get out.
“Yes,” he said, and hung up.
“Hello?”
“Miss Andrews?” My heart dropped. This would be the last time he lectured me. The last words he spoke to me.
“Yes,” I said, frustrated by his conviction.
“I need to see you about your final paper.” He should save his breath. “Would you be available to come to my house tonight?” My eyes darted around my bedroom searching for answers that were not there, not anywhere.
“Your house?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath and blew it out away from the phone.
“I’ll see you then,” I managed to get out.
“Yes,” he said, and hung up.
*****
I took the same care with my body I had with my final paper. I was publish-worthy, too; perfection as I pulled up to his house. I wore a black wrap dress with nothing under it, and black peep-toe heels. I am the dark horse.
Before I had a chance to ring the doorbell, he opened the front door.
“Harper,” he said, and nodded toward the foyer. My breath caught. Harper…
“Professor Long?” I questioned as I entered the house. The décor matched the tudor style of the exterior, perfectly fitting my professor.
“Hayden,” he offered, and I thought we were finally headed in the right direction.
“Hayden.” I played with his name in my mind, licking it and tickling the edge.
“Would you like a drink?” He tore me from his name, and helped me with my coat, pausing to admire me from behind.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He placed a glass of ice in front of me and filled it half-way with scotch. It was a test of my youth. But scotch was like milk in the Andrews house. I took a generous sip, happy with the idea of both of our mouths sharing the same taste. After a few minutes of contained silence, the playfulness drained from him and his stare bore into me, accusing me of something.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“I don’t trust myself anymore.” His voice was laced with defiance rather than acceptance. “You’re not the first student to hit on me,” he said.
“Am I the first you’ll have sex with?” I asked, but I knew there were no others. I would be his only mistake.
He paused to say something. To deny the inevitable. To attempt to stop this night and save his career, but there was no turning back. He pulled the addendum to my final paper off the kitchen counter and held it between us.
“Will you read this to me?” He waited as if I might say no. Waited for the blush to spread across my face, and for me to back down.
I leaned into him; my lips close to his ear grazed the side of his face. His head fell toward me, and I kissed him gently.
“I’ll do anything you want,” I whispered, and took the paper from his hand.
I walked to the center of the living room, untied my dress, and let it drop from my shoulders, to my hands, to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes. Hayden came and sat on the couch in front of me. He placed his scotch on the side table, never releasing my eyes. I took a deep breath. The fire burning behind me warmed my skin and crackled as I began.
“The union of Caesar and Cleopatra has been the subject of multiple forms of art throughout our history. But short of believing in love at first sight, there are few details of the night Cleopatra made Caesar fall in love with her. This—” I swallowed hard. “Is an erotic account.”
When I looked past the papers at him, he was in awe of me, his eyes solidly fixed on my naked breasts, his breath heaving from his chest.
“Cleopatra was revered as a god. She was beautiful and intelligent, speaking nearly a dozen languages. She was bold and cunning. And above all, she was fearless. Ousted from the thrown of Egypt, she needed Caesar’s help to regain her power.
Knowing this, Caesar was impressed, but not surprised when Cleopatra snuck past an army guarding her arrival with orders to kill her before she accessed Caesar. As the rug she hid in unrolled, he was delighted that Cleopatra in the flesh far exceeded her reputation—delighted, but not enchanted. Caesar had enjoyed legions of young girls on their knees before. He was decades older.” I paused at the similarities. Hayden rose to his feet and walked behind me, shielding me from the fire, but replacing it with a heat of his own.
I continued, “Even twenty years his junior, Cleopatra was his equal in every way.” Hayden pulled my hair to the side and rested his lips at the base of my neck, and my eyes closed as every nerve in my body responded to his lips there.
“Continue, please.” I took a deep breath trying to ignore the wet heat between my legs.
“Caesar stood three feet from Cleopatra admiring her defiant posture…among other things. His eyes narrowed as he grinned smugly, but Cleopatra gave nothing away.
‘Is this the part where you force your way into my life and seduce me?’ Caesar asked cockily. Cleopatra closed the distance between them and ran her hands across his chest.”
Hayden’s lips dragged down my spine to my naked ass, where he kissed me before running his lips over my hip and up to my breast. He paused, waiting for me to read, my breast in his hand, his eyes on me, and I paused, trying to breathe.
“She raised her eyes to Caesar’s and took his balls in her hand under the fabric of his tunica and toga. They were large, and heavy, and hot. She reached deeper between his legs, massaging them, preparing him.
‘Oh, fair Julius.’ She leaned into him, letting her hand fondle her clit as Cleopatra stroked him. Her lips near his ear. His dick hard in her hand, she said, ‘My Lord, I’m not here to give myself to you.’ Her breath was hot on his neck, and Caesar closed his eyes.
Cleopatra pulled Caesar’s clothes over his head and took his nipple in her mouth.” And Hayden took mine in his. His tongue lingered over the hardness, playing and teasing, and then taking it between his teeth, and I resisted the urge to take my other breast in my hand.
“Keep going, Harper.” The sound of my name from his lips made my thighs squeeze together.
“Cleopatra found Caesar’s dick once again and stroked it before kneeling before him. His ample hardness angled from his body, and her mouth watered, satisfied with her conquest.
‘Impressive,’ she said, and smiled up at Caesar as she stroked him again.”
Hayden released my nipple and took my face in his hands. He pulled me toward him and kissed me. His tongue entering my mouth an archaic victory of my own. I could hear Rodney’s words, “Stop thinking and feel this.” The pulsing between my legs echoing the need of Hayden’s tongue as it owned me. My leg raised and wrapped around his waist and he hooked it on his elbow as he gently pulled away.
“Keep reading.” I forced my eyes to focus on the papers in my hand as he kneeled, opening my leg and resting it on his shoulder. Fingertips slipped across the inside of my standing thigh as Hayden’s lips brushed against the other. I focused on the words in front of me.
“Cleopatra took Julius completely in her mouth, his hair ticking her lips and his balls resting in her hand until Caesar’s head fell back in ecstasy.”
Hayden’s lips dragged along the inside of my thigh, closer to the throbbing he’d unleashed that coursed through my veins and settled at the back of my throat.
“Cleopatra held the tip of Julius’ penis between her lips, teasing him with her tongue, and pulling him deep into her mouth again…and again. And then she was still. She waited for him to look down at her. When he did, she warned, ‘What you have mistaken for seduction is the taking of what I want. I’m not giving myself to you. I’m allowing you to be had by me.’ She swallowed him again. Sucking as she pulled back, holding the base tight in her hand.”
Hayden’s tongue ran from my inner thigh to the center of my being. His fingers opened me wide like my legs, and he ran his tongue up and down, blowing warm air onto my clit, stealing the throbbing and centering it right where his tongue touched me.
“Caesar grew in Cleopatra’s mouth and desperately needed her to continue, to release him from the building tension beneath his skin. He’d promise her any kingdom in that moment.”
Hayden’s tongue swirled my clit and his finger slipped into me. The tight wetness pulled him to me, wanting the rest of him. He slowly pulled out and released me from his mouth leaving me trembling. I looked back at the addendum.
"‘Don’t stop,’ Caesar demanded.”
And Hayden forced two fingers into me making my stomach clench, and my thigh close at his head, forcing his lips on me again. He pressed my leg back, lifting it further over his shoulder, and pulled his fingers out slowly, setting every nerve on fire. He thrust them in again, curving them toward him, and watched as he continued to stroke me. A moan escaped with my breath. Hayden swallowed it as he took my swollen clit between his lips and my hips jutted forward at him.
“Keep reading, Harper.” His words were rough, and his eyes never raised as he spread my legs with one hand, the other still inside of me.
“Cleopatra continued to stroke Caesar, letting her breath sweep across the head of his dick. Letting her lips touch it briefly before she gave him one last warning.
‘If I finish this, there’s no turning back. I’m not a toy to be played with.” She squeezed his dick a little tighter. “Do you realize what you’re doing?’ Caesar’s head hung back, his eyes still closed, and he nodded. His hand found the back of Cleopatra’s head and he forced it toward him, needing her lips around his swollen cock before he exploded.”
Hayden’s tongue was slow, calculated with his assault. “Hayden,” I moaned as my head dropped back, and my hand threaded through his thick black hair, anchoring me to him. The tightening twisted in my core, pulling me toward it, toward the edge of my existence. And then Hayden stopped. He blew on me again, and waited for me to read. I squeezed my muscles around his fingers still inside me, my body begging him to continue.
“Finish, Harper.” If only I could. I pulled my head back to focus on the addendum.
“‘You’ve been warned, Julius,’ Cleopatra said, and sucked Julius Caesar’s dick deep into her throat. She moaned against it until he came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of him, stealing his power from his seed.”
Hayden’s fingers moved again stroking me and replacing an inner peace with a holy war inside my body. His tongue found me again and the heat built inside of me focusing the raging pounding there. But I continued, determined for Julius to finish before me.
“Caesar’s body jolted, his cock jerking as it released him, and when Cleopatra finally let go he dropped to his knees before her.
Cleopatra held Caesar’s face in her hands and said—”
Hayden’s last stroke of his fingers sent me over the edge, clenching and igniting every nerve in my body as the tiny trembles originated in my core and covered my skin with a hot sheen. With both hands on Hayden’s head, I slumped over, unable to stand on my own.
He pulled his fingers out and laid me on the floor on my back. Leaning over me, letting his full weight anchor my orgasm, his eyes never left mine as he licked both his fingers, slowly pulling them from his mouth and sending an aftershock through me.
I continued. “Cleopatra held Caesar’s face in her hands—”
Hayden’s lips on mine interrupted me, making me forget what Cleopatra said, what anyone had ever said before. My face in his hand, Hayden finished Cleopatra’s statement.
“You belong to me now.”
Before I had a chance to ring the doorbell, he opened the front door.
“Harper,” he said, and nodded toward the foyer. My breath caught. Harper…
“Professor Long?” I questioned as I entered the house. The décor matched the tudor style of the exterior, perfectly fitting my professor.
“Hayden,” he offered, and I thought we were finally headed in the right direction.
“Hayden.” I played with his name in my mind, licking it and tickling the edge.
“Would you like a drink?” He tore me from his name, and helped me with my coat, pausing to admire me from behind.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He placed a glass of ice in front of me and filled it half-way with scotch. It was a test of my youth. But scotch was like milk in the Andrews house. I took a generous sip, happy with the idea of both of our mouths sharing the same taste. After a few minutes of contained silence, the playfulness drained from him and his stare bore into me, accusing me of something.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“I don’t trust myself anymore.” His voice was laced with defiance rather than acceptance. “You’re not the first student to hit on me,” he said.
“Am I the first you’ll have sex with?” I asked, but I knew there were no others. I would be his only mistake.
He paused to say something. To deny the inevitable. To attempt to stop this night and save his career, but there was no turning back. He pulled the addendum to my final paper off the kitchen counter and held it between us.
“Will you read this to me?” He waited as if I might say no. Waited for the blush to spread across my face, and for me to back down.
I leaned into him; my lips close to his ear grazed the side of his face. His head fell toward me, and I kissed him gently.
“I’ll do anything you want,” I whispered, and took the paper from his hand.
I walked to the center of the living room, untied my dress, and let it drop from my shoulders, to my hands, to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes. Hayden came and sat on the couch in front of me. He placed his scotch on the side table, never releasing my eyes. I took a deep breath. The fire burning behind me warmed my skin and crackled as I began.
“The union of Caesar and Cleopatra has been the subject of multiple forms of art throughout our history. But short of believing in love at first sight, there are few details of the night Cleopatra made Caesar fall in love with her. This—” I swallowed hard. “Is an erotic account.”
When I looked past the papers at him, he was in awe of me, his eyes solidly fixed on my naked breasts, his breath heaving from his chest.
“Cleopatra was revered as a god. She was beautiful and intelligent, speaking nearly a dozen languages. She was bold and cunning. And above all, she was fearless. Ousted from the thrown of Egypt, she needed Caesar’s help to regain her power.
Knowing this, Caesar was impressed, but not surprised when Cleopatra snuck past an army guarding her arrival with orders to kill her before she accessed Caesar. As the rug she hid in unrolled, he was delighted that Cleopatra in the flesh far exceeded her reputation—delighted, but not enchanted. Caesar had enjoyed legions of young girls on their knees before. He was decades older.” I paused at the similarities. Hayden rose to his feet and walked behind me, shielding me from the fire, but replacing it with a heat of his own.
I continued, “Even twenty years his junior, Cleopatra was his equal in every way.” Hayden pulled my hair to the side and rested his lips at the base of my neck, and my eyes closed as every nerve in my body responded to his lips there.
“Continue, please.” I took a deep breath trying to ignore the wet heat between my legs.
“Caesar stood three feet from Cleopatra admiring her defiant posture…among other things. His eyes narrowed as he grinned smugly, but Cleopatra gave nothing away.
‘Is this the part where you force your way into my life and seduce me?’ Caesar asked cockily. Cleopatra closed the distance between them and ran her hands across his chest.”
Hayden’s lips dragged down my spine to my naked ass, where he kissed me before running his lips over my hip and up to my breast. He paused, waiting for me to read, my breast in his hand, his eyes on me, and I paused, trying to breathe.
“She raised her eyes to Caesar’s and took his balls in her hand under the fabric of his tunica and toga. They were large, and heavy, and hot. She reached deeper between his legs, massaging them, preparing him.
‘Oh, fair Julius.’ She leaned into him, letting her hand fondle her clit as Cleopatra stroked him. Her lips near his ear. His dick hard in her hand, she said, ‘My Lord, I’m not here to give myself to you.’ Her breath was hot on his neck, and Caesar closed his eyes.
Cleopatra pulled Caesar’s clothes over his head and took his nipple in her mouth.” And Hayden took mine in his. His tongue lingered over the hardness, playing and teasing, and then taking it between his teeth, and I resisted the urge to take my other breast in my hand.
“Keep going, Harper.” The sound of my name from his lips made my thighs squeeze together.
“Cleopatra found Caesar’s dick once again and stroked it before kneeling before him. His ample hardness angled from his body, and her mouth watered, satisfied with her conquest.
‘Impressive,’ she said, and smiled up at Caesar as she stroked him again.”
Hayden released my nipple and took my face in his hands. He pulled me toward him and kissed me. His tongue entering my mouth an archaic victory of my own. I could hear Rodney’s words, “Stop thinking and feel this.” The pulsing between my legs echoing the need of Hayden’s tongue as it owned me. My leg raised and wrapped around his waist and he hooked it on his elbow as he gently pulled away.
“Keep reading.” I forced my eyes to focus on the papers in my hand as he kneeled, opening my leg and resting it on his shoulder. Fingertips slipped across the inside of my standing thigh as Hayden’s lips brushed against the other. I focused on the words in front of me.
“Cleopatra took Julius completely in her mouth, his hair ticking her lips and his balls resting in her hand until Caesar’s head fell back in ecstasy.”
Hayden’s lips dragged along the inside of my thigh, closer to the throbbing he’d unleashed that coursed through my veins and settled at the back of my throat.
“Cleopatra held the tip of Julius’ penis between her lips, teasing him with her tongue, and pulling him deep into her mouth again…and again. And then she was still. She waited for him to look down at her. When he did, she warned, ‘What you have mistaken for seduction is the taking of what I want. I’m not giving myself to you. I’m allowing you to be had by me.’ She swallowed him again. Sucking as she pulled back, holding the base tight in her hand.”
Hayden’s tongue ran from my inner thigh to the center of my being. His fingers opened me wide like my legs, and he ran his tongue up and down, blowing warm air onto my clit, stealing the throbbing and centering it right where his tongue touched me.
“Caesar grew in Cleopatra’s mouth and desperately needed her to continue, to release him from the building tension beneath his skin. He’d promise her any kingdom in that moment.”
Hayden’s tongue swirled my clit and his finger slipped into me. The tight wetness pulled him to me, wanting the rest of him. He slowly pulled out and released me from his mouth leaving me trembling. I looked back at the addendum.
"‘Don’t stop,’ Caesar demanded.”
And Hayden forced two fingers into me making my stomach clench, and my thigh close at his head, forcing his lips on me again. He pressed my leg back, lifting it further over his shoulder, and pulled his fingers out slowly, setting every nerve on fire. He thrust them in again, curving them toward him, and watched as he continued to stroke me. A moan escaped with my breath. Hayden swallowed it as he took my swollen clit between his lips and my hips jutted forward at him.
“Keep reading, Harper.” His words were rough, and his eyes never raised as he spread my legs with one hand, the other still inside of me.
“Cleopatra continued to stroke Caesar, letting her breath sweep across the head of his dick. Letting her lips touch it briefly before she gave him one last warning.
‘If I finish this, there’s no turning back. I’m not a toy to be played with.” She squeezed his dick a little tighter. “Do you realize what you’re doing?’ Caesar’s head hung back, his eyes still closed, and he nodded. His hand found the back of Cleopatra’s head and he forced it toward him, needing her lips around his swollen cock before he exploded.”
Hayden’s tongue was slow, calculated with his assault. “Hayden,” I moaned as my head dropped back, and my hand threaded through his thick black hair, anchoring me to him. The tightening twisted in my core, pulling me toward it, toward the edge of my existence. And then Hayden stopped. He blew on me again, and waited for me to read. I squeezed my muscles around his fingers still inside me, my body begging him to continue.
“Finish, Harper.” If only I could. I pulled my head back to focus on the addendum.
“‘You’ve been warned, Julius,’ Cleopatra said, and sucked Julius Caesar’s dick deep into her throat. She moaned against it until he came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop of him, stealing his power from his seed.”
Hayden’s fingers moved again stroking me and replacing an inner peace with a holy war inside my body. His tongue found me again and the heat built inside of me focusing the raging pounding there. But I continued, determined for Julius to finish before me.
“Caesar’s body jolted, his cock jerking as it released him, and when Cleopatra finally let go he dropped to his knees before her.
Cleopatra held Caesar’s face in her hands and said—”
Hayden’s last stroke of his fingers sent me over the edge, clenching and igniting every nerve in my body as the tiny trembles originated in my core and covered my skin with a hot sheen. With both hands on Hayden’s head, I slumped over, unable to stand on my own.
He pulled his fingers out and laid me on the floor on my back. Leaning over me, letting his full weight anchor my orgasm, his eyes never left mine as he licked both his fingers, slowly pulling them from his mouth and sending an aftershock through me.
I continued. “Cleopatra held Caesar’s face in her hands—”
Hayden’s lips on mine interrupted me, making me forget what Cleopatra said, what anyone had ever said before. My face in his hand, Hayden finished Cleopatra’s statement.
“You belong to me now.”