For The Hope Of It All

Kiyara

 I'm not sure how I ended up in the supply closet with my hands all over Santi. Under his shirt, slipping past the waist band on his pants. His hands, under my tank top, pinching and thumbing. I knew it was a bad idea, especially here at the college, I really did. He was my friend and my co-worker but this wasn't the first time and it probably wasn't going to be the last. It was easy with him, I never felt like there was any ulterior motives and he wasn't weird afterwards which only made it that much better. Whenever either of us wanted a quick fuck, it was as simple as a look. So there I was, pressed up against the shelving where the paints were, Santi kneeling between my legs, devouring every last bit of me. One look, he had given me after my workshop from where he was observing, leaning against the frame of the door. He didn't waste any time. Helping me take the tubs of paint back into the closet once the last student had left the room before shutting the door behind us when we were alone in the supply closet. His mouth had met mine and then my jaw and my neck and that sweet spot on my collarbone that would surely leave a mark. He just knew how to make me crumble. I tugged at his short mousy hair, feeling the graze of his untrimmed jaw against my thigh as he delved deeper. I was close, just a few more licks, a suck and my hips grinding against his mouth was all it took before I was coming undone, holding him in place and using him for my own pleasure. I slumped back for a moment as my chest heaved, pleasure fizzling throughout every nerve ending in my body. Santi only stands, tugging me into a deep kiss that had me moaning right into his mouth. It gives me the surge of energy to unbuckle his belt, sinking to my knees and gripping the base of his length. He was so thick, and he ate so clean and didn't smoke which made giving head so much more enjoyable. He also wasn't shy to make any noises, the gruff sound of his desire dipped voice, the way his hand gripped at my hair, guiding me onto him with so much ease. I usually liked going at my own pace but there was just something about him that let me relinquish all control. Maybe it was how he finished deep in my throat, his grip gentle and eyes focused only on me that made feel like it was worth it. He never made me feel like I was just another hole to get off into. It was different, something that had the heat pool into my gut all over again.

"I'm going to miss this" Santi chuckles, drawing me up to my feet and pulling me into a kiss. Not many guys liked to, especially after head but Santi was different. That's what I liked about him.

"What do you mean?" I raise my eyebrow as I readjust my skirt. I had my last workshop in about 15 minutes and the last thing I wanted was to look like I'd just had one of the best orgasms of my life.

"Didn't Anya tell you? I'm going teaching at the University of London for a semester. A sort of exchange."

My shoulders slump in disapproval, eyebrows furrowing. "If I knew this was our last time in a few months, I would've made you finish inside me."

Santi's cheeks go pink but his soft cerulean eyes don't leave mine. He just dips his head, kissing me deeply this time. "I'll be back before you know it."

It's a touch too intimate but I don't shy away from it. He's my friend so maybe this was okay even if it does stir something foreign inside me. I just smile as he pulls away. "True, the reunion sex will be amazing."

Santi laughs, taking the time to buckle his belt up again. He always dressed so proper, like a real English professor but he made it surprisingly sexy. "I should go. My flight leaves in a few hours."

"You're leaving today? It's the middle of June." I raise my eyebrow. "Damn, now I really regret not having sex. How long has this been planned and how did I not know until now?"

"Summer school, only six weeks. Been planned a while now, Anya probably forgot to tell you." Santi grins, reaching up to hold my cheek tenderly. "I'll see you when I get back yeah?"