Voyeur Fiona Cole Quotes

Complicated, shmomplicated,'' she said, waving her hand. ''If you love her, you make it work.

I dreamed of making love to her under the stars.

Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it.

Fuck, Oaklyn,” I breathed. “Not yet,” she panted out of breath. “But maybe someday.

Oaklyn was either going to make me or destroy me. I just hoped it was the former, because I didn’t have much more left to destroy.

Hoping to move forward with physical therapy.

To Rachel and Georgeanna. Ride or die, bitches.

If the teacher wasn’t excited about the material, then why would the students be?

You have that whole Superman thing going on with your glasses.'' I said, pointing at my own face. He tilted his head and gave me a confuse look. Shit. I was so dumb. I'd have been better off letting the staring continue. ''I mean, like, because Superman wears glasses.'' ''You mean Clark Kent.'' ''Um...'' Now it was my turn to be confused. ''Clark Kent wears the glasses and when he takes them off he's Superman.'' ''Duh.'' I said with self-deprecating laugh. ''I'm more of a Marvel girl.'' ''That's a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.

The quiet ones are always the freakiest. They have the biggest secrets.

No matter the life we have now, we’ll be fine in the long run.

And while your age should probably make me an old pervert, I don’t give a fuck.

That’s a good choice. Marvel is better than DC any day.

I wouldn't change anything if it meant I was here in his arms at the end of all of it.If it means I got to spend every night with him under the stars.

around my thighs as I watched her thumbs hook

You can laugh about it or you can cry about it, Erik. Pick your poison, but I’d prefer to laugh.

Past hurts never fail to weigh us down.

I would never, ever, share you. You would belong to me and only me.

If I knew one thing, it was that comfort made us do crazy things.

her breasts were only a slight handful,

It’s easier to show the world what they want to see, but it doesn’t change who we really are. And there will be people who come and go and never see past the veneer you wear. There will be people who try to see deeper but are easily convinced there is nothing but the shell.

It’s easier to show the world what they want to see, but it doesn’t change who we really are. And there will be people who come and go and never see past the veneer you wear. There will be people who try to see deeper but are easily convinced there is nothing but the shell.” He dipped his head to make sure I could meet his eyes. “Then there are people like me who know who you are, inside and out, and there is nothing that would ever change that. No mistake, no atrocity, nothing.

Jackson. Wait.” He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?” “Go back to your fiancée.” With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,” he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.” He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck you,” Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?” I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is all new to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.” Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.” A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.” I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?” It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.

You’re a needy boyfriend.” Ian shivered in his office chair, his eyes sliding closed. “You know what that word does to me, dirty girl.

The small giggle she let free at my joke sank deep in my bones and settled, filling me until I thought I’d float away. All from a single laugh.

Damn, woman,” he said as the anesthesiologist left. “That needle was huge.” “Thanks, Ian,” I deadpanned. “But I wasn’t worried.” He winked and slid his hand over mine. “You’ve taken much bigger than that.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it. I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us...

I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us.

Well, friend. It’s happened. Hell has frozen over, and fate has decided I’m fit to be a father. We’re pregnant.

I see you sprawled out on a bed. Naked. Your body flushed as you roll your rosy nipples between your fingers. Tugging at them. Making them hard.” Heat washed over my body as I sucked in a gasp, but I refused to look away as he continued. “I see your head thrown back as you laugh at a joke I shared over lunch.” He took the last step toward me, and I swayed closer. Pulled in by his confession. “I see you in class, your lips stretched in the most beautiful smile, and I remember the taste of them.” He leaned down closer, so I could feel his words against my skin. “I’m desperate to taste them again,” he growled.

I imagine your perfect ass covered in my cum. I imagine rubbing it in, soaking it into your skin. Maybe then you would know what it feels like to have me be a part of you.

There I sat, my legs spread wide on my professor’s desk. My pussy exposed from my panties being pulled to the side, so he could see what he did to me.

He ate at me like a starving man, and I couldn’t ever remember anything feeling so good.

Jackson Fields,” I began, my voice trembling. “You have been the best thing in my life that I never saw coming. I fought you, scared of what it all meant. But you’ve held me through it all. You’ve never doubted who I was even when I doubted what kind of man I was anymore. You’re smart, caring, hardworking, and a million other things. You’re everything I never knew I wanted. You’re my home, my future, my love.

Be first. Two words that I would keep with me in everything. I deserved to be first.

It’s okay that you liked it. It’s okay that you only imagine that with me and no other man.” I laughed. “I mean, I prefer that. But don’t let it be so black and white. Just because I can make you come harder than anyone else by burying my thick cock in your tight ass, doesn’t mean you want to fuck other guys. Frankly, it’s doing great things for my ego that I’m the only man who turns you on.

Fucking stars, man. Saved my life.

God was going to kill me by striking me down with lightning, or I was going to die from blue balls.

She’d shifted something inside me. Like maybe where there was only darkness and doubt, a bit of light shone through, reminding me I wasn’t done yet. To not give up just yet. She gave me hope and made me want to try harder for that promise of a future.

I only want you.” She took another step, now only a breath between us which felt like nothing when she gave me a shy smile. “I want Clark Kent. I want the man adorably in love with the stars.” Another step until her breasts pressed to my chest and I pulled in a ragged breath, my cock twitching behind my slacks. “I want the man who looks at me like I’m more than any of those stars.

I should have been embarrassed. Still buried inside her, coming down from my orgasm, and crying into her neck. But it was Oaklyn, and she’d given me something I never thought I’d ever have. Comfort, acceptance, patience, pleasure. Pleasure that I had control to stop if I wanted to. Pleasure I chose to have and not because someone made me.

My eyes burned all over again. He was a more beautiful and amazing man than I’d already thought him to be. And he’d pleasured himself for me. He’d wanted me to watch. He’d wanted to share that moment with me. He’d felt safe enough with me.

He was impressive even after coming, and I was the lucky woman who got to enjoy it—the one who got to leave her mark all over it.

I’m feeling extra naughty today. I wanted to be a student at her teacher’s feet sucking his cock.

When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me again, so intense, and so light, and just happy. Reaching up, I wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and buried my fingers in his hair. I couldn’t help but smile at him, loving how beautiful he was, how beautiful he made me feel. I loved him.

I couldn’t believe I’d become so infatuated with my student. A nineteen-year-old student. It didn’t stop me though. Especially when I got to know you. The infatuation turned to truly liking who you were as a person. Forming a friendship with you. And as much as I hated myself, you still gave me something no one else ever had, and I couldn’t turn away.

Ten feet stood between us, but right then, I felt more tied to her than I did when my tongue was buried between her legs.

I’ve never done this before.” She rolled to face me and smiled. “Neither have I.” “Yeah, but you’re nineteen.” “There’s no required age for experiences. I’m sure there are men out there who have never shared a bed with anyone who are much older than you.” “I guess you’re right.” “Of course I am,” she gloated.

It’s okay, Callum.” “I know. I just . . . You make me want to be honest. You make me feel like I can be honest. I’m not sure why, but it’s there, just the feeling I have when I’m with you.

Listen, beautiful. I can be the man that takes you home and finds ways to make you forget who hurt you. I can make you like it. But I’m not sure that’s what you want. And I’m not the man to cause regrets.” He pressed another soft kiss and I returned it. “But if I’m wrong, then just tell me. I’ll pay for those shots and fuck you before we even make it upstairs. Probably finger you in the cab on the way home.

I’m in love with Jackson.” My eyes softened, and my chest loosened enough to take a full inhale. My skin prickled in excitement and my lips twitched with a smile. “I’m in love with Jackson,” I said again. “I’m in love with Jackson.” I wanted to say it again and again. The statement wrapped around me like the perfect t-shirt you kept until it fell apart.

Try not to fall in love with me," I said, repeating the words from all those years ago.

Do it," he said when I hesitated. Carina looked so small sandwiched between our large bodies, her head fully tipped back against Jake's shoulder so she could present her full lips to me. My blood thumped, chanting to go, attack, take. But this was our first kiss, the first time I would taste her. This was the beginning of something big. Something that felt like it could be more than just a night. The back and forth leading to this moment made the free-fall into acceptance all the more intoxicating. I needed to cherish it.

Jackson, yes." My name on his lips had my cock aching. I wanted to wrap myself around him and hump his leg like a dog in heat, ready to cum any way I could.

I loved the tender touch of a woman when I ate her out, but there was something about a man's rough grip that took what he wanted and was almost angry with his movements that had my balls tingling with the need to come. It sparked my caveman instincts to fight back and win.

I gripped the pen. I was signing an agreement of the rules. Because I was going to be an employee at Voyeur. A sex club.

Hey, hey, girl. You got one.” “Yeah,” I said softly. “Don’t be scared. It’s like your virginity. The first time is the worst, but still fun, and it only goes up from there. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded, and she turned my shoulders to head where I needed to go. “Now go get ‘em, tiger.

I’m sorry, Jackson.” “No worries at all, Oak. It’s why I swing both ways. I’m not limited to just one.” Just as we were about to enter the bar area, he gave me a tight squeeze and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “No matter the life we have now, we’ll be fine in the long run.

I could get used to it here. Make your pussy my home.” “It’s yours.

You are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever known, and I’m so grateful for any of the trust you place in me.

So…we’re good. We’re going to do this?” “Looks like it.” She stuck her hand out across the table, her lips stretching into a small smile. “To a friend helping a friend.” I slid my hand in hers, loving her silky soft skin. “To friends helping friends.

Daniel,” Hanna breathed. “Now. Please.” Until the day I died, I would never in my life forget the sound of Hanna asking me to touch her—no, demanding I touch her.

Oh, wow,” she breathed when I pulled myself free. “You’re good for my ego.

You’ve got me addicted.” “Pleasure isn’t a bad thing to be addicted to as long as you’re safe about it.” She bumped her shoulder with mine. “That’s why I have you.

The club was called Voyeur because people came to watch, but some loved being watched too. Kent and I allowed exhibitionism as long as it remained tasteful and not obscene.

I love you, Oaklyn. So much and the past month has killed me, but I don’t regret it. I don’t because I’m a better man for the truths I had to face. I just hated every second of being away from you. I love you and even after dealing with all my shit, you were still the only woman I wanted.

I pulled back and looked up at him, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. My Clark Kent. “I love you too, Callum. So much.

The grass scraped at my bare skin, but I didn’t care. I’d be naked on coals if it meant I got to feel Cal inside me again.

So beautiful. Like the most intense supernova every single time you come,

I always imagined you when I thought of making love to someone under the stars.

So, what do we do now?” I asked, pressing a kiss to his chest as it rose on a heavy sigh. “Now we be together.” “What about school?” “We can’t tell anyone, and we have to hide now. But Oaklyn,” he began, shifting to look down at me. “When you’re done being my student, I’m going to date the fuck out of you. Take you on the best dates. Show you off to the world and let them see I’m the luckiest man alive.

I’d asked her at almost midnight last night, after ravaging her, a sheet wrapped around her body as she dug in to takeout from Waffle House.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it. I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us.

Fuck the bathroom. You under the stars is always my first choice.

I can always sell my plasma . . . maybe my eggs.” “I will kidnap you before you sell your precious possible babies.” “Aw, thanks Liv. You’re a true friend.

I stared as her features pulled me in, entranced me as I mapped every inch. Something about her ensnared all of my senses and wouldn’t let me go. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Maybe physical attraction? It felt bigger than that, like a planet that was pulling me into its orbit.

If you don't mind me asking, why the name Voy?" Carina asked. A wistful smile crossed Daniel's lips. "I knew a Spanish woman once. She always wanted to go places, and before she passed, she told me to go for her. Voy means ‘I go’ in Spanish." He shrugged. "Just paying homage to a woman who gave me something when I needed it.

Olivia…I can’t— We can’t⁠—” I heaved a sigh and looked away but kept my tone as light as I could. “Kent, at least pull your dick out before you tell a girl she won’t be having it again.” “Olivia…” “Shut up, Kent.

How are you here?” “Well, Miss Russo, there’s this flying metal box they call an airplane. It’s magical and amazing.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. I knew I was a goner for this woman when I even missed watching her daily eye rolls.

It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out and for the first time since she’d been born, Audrey slept through the night, letting Mommy and Daddy stay pressed together until dawn.

You’ll do…I guess.” “You guess? Baby, I’m grade A prime meat, the perfect arm candy to prove you’re the happiest woman here.

Have you had a better roommate?” he asked me. “Almost all of them,” I deadpanned. “Hey!” Ian protested, and I quickly smiled his way to let him know I was joking. “Would it help if I walked around topless? Oooo—let’s do topless Tuesday. Audrey would love it. She hates clothes.

And just so you know,” he growled, his tone full of possession. “I would never, ever, share you. You would belong to me and only me. I’d take care of you, fill you up, so there was no room for anyone else in our bed.

Just my name and I knew I’d used my last life. There was no more pretending this wasn’t happening. And right then, in the men’s bathroom of my ex-fiancé’s wedding, I didn’t want to.

Let’s get a hotel room because I’m not going to make it back to the apartment. I need you now, and I need a bed for all the dirty things I’m going to do to you.” Losing my ninth life had never felt so good.

I can’t wait to finally see how far down that blush goes. It’s been taunting me for months.”.

Pressing my cock against her ass, I swiped the key and shoved the door open. I had no clue what the room looked like. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was going to be inside this woman as soon as possible and if a bed happened to be waiting for me, then so be it. But any flat surface would do.

I’m a confident man,” I explained, pushing her up the bed as I climbed between her thighs. “An arrogant man,” she deadpanned. “Call it what you want, but either way, I’m the man about to be inside you.” I gripped my dick and slid it through her folds across her clit, both of us moaning. “I’m the man about to make you scream my name.

She was perfect. And when she smiled, my chest ached. My heart thundered so hard the rush of blood made me lightheaded, and I knew—right then, I knew—I loved this woman.

I could get used to an agreeable Carina.

Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want all those employees to know that the bold Carina Russo is getting pinned to a desk and fucked like a slut on her lunch break.

But you need to come to my Thanksgiving for lunch.” “Deal,” he agreed, kissing my nose. “And maybe I can eat you for dessert,” he muttered into my ear. “I’ve never had pussy for Thanksgiving.

What am I going to do with you?” “You could always have dick for dessert? Like a sixty-nine treat.

He didn’t say a word, making the whole scene that much more illicit. An older man fucking a younger woman in silence, taking what he wanted. All of it made me wetter—more eager to come.

I was Olivia Witt. I didn’t do jealousy. I didn’t care enough. I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, and didn’t chase anyone.

Look at you,” I rasped. “My own perfect canvas.

You did so well, Olivia. You’re such a good girl for me.” A good girl, I didn’t plan on giving up.

A part of me wondered if I should feel shame at the dirty things we’d done. But I didn’t. I felt everything opposite of shame. I felt pride at the pleasure my body gave. I felt happiness and excitement at the idea of doing it again. It’d been too long since this wave of euphoria—of looking forward to something—had washed over me. The last two years, I’d been checking boxes and moving through life bored.