Teach Me(30)

My head drops back against the armrest and I gasp softly as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and lets his tongue swirl around it, once, twice, three times. “You started it,” I manage to say, which makes him laugh. The vibrations from his laughter against my already sensitive nipple send my back arcing up toward him, sparks of pleasure firing through my body.

I squeeze my thighs around his hips and grab his ass with both hands to drag him closer to me. I can feel the tip of his cock toying with my entrance, but he’s hesitating, pulling away.

“I’m on the pill,” I say, guessing what he’s thinking. “And I’m clean. If you’re . . . ”

He lifts his head and stares down at me. My eyes have adjusted enough to the near-total dark that I can see his cheek, the sharp edge of his jaw, and a faint smile that plays on his lips. He runs a hand through my hair, gentle, slow, not like last time when he was all grabbing and pulling (not that I minded). “I am too. I’ve just never . . . ” His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Are you sure?”

I don’t trust myself to speak, so I only nod. I’ve only done it without a condom with one person before, because Derrick was the only guy I’d been with enough times to trust that much. Of course, he managed to screw that up, but I’m not going to let it sully me for life. I’m not going to let it ruin any other choices I make, when the moment feels right.

And despite whatever Jack might think, despite how bad for me he thinks he is, this feels right.

He must feel it too. The moment I nod, he sinks into me with a groan, his body coming down heavy across mine. “Fuck, Harper.” He buries his face in my hair, and I wrap both arms around him, one hand cupping his neck, the other still grabbing his tight, firm ass, pulling him deeper into me. I can feel every inch of him, stretching the walls of my tight pussy, still sore from this morning’s hard fuck. It hurts, but oh god, so good.

We don’t speak after that. Our bodies move in sync, his hips pulling back as mine sink into the couch, before we slowly slide together again, savoring the feeling of our bare bodies, his naked cock inside of me. We’re pressed as close together as possible, but it’s still not enough.

My hips buck, try to make him go faster. His lips catch my earlobe, and I feel them stretch into a smile. Then his hand catches mine, draws my arm over my head, and he keeps rocking against me, long, slow thrusts in, and even slower, agonizing slides out.

I grit my teeth, trying not to show how wild he’s making me. Every centimeter he moves in me makes my toes curl, my legs around his waist quiver.

Finally, I can’t take it any more. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

He flicks his tongue across my chest, kisses his way up my throat to hover over my lips, so close I can almost taste him. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” he says as he thrusts into me again, even slower this time.

“Fuck me,” I repeat, louder, my teeth gritted.

“Like this?” Suddenly he pulls back and slams into me hard. I cry out, then again because he’s already pulling away. I struggle to free my hand from his grip so I can grab his hips and make him do that again. He pins me beneath him, grinning. He’s enjoying making me squirm. “Yeah, you like that.”

I glare up at him, then squeeze my legs tight around him and thrust my hips up hard, spearing myself on him, forcing him all the way inside me, his tip scraping my G-spot.

He gasps, and his eyes widen.

Hmm. That is kind of fun. My turn to grin. “Something like that.”

Finally we both cave in, and we start to move in earnest. I arch my neck so I can watch his tight abs contract over my stomach, his long shaft sliding in and out of me, faster, faster, until I can’t watch any more, and I let my head fall back and grab his neck, pulling him against me.

His hand drops between us to circle my clit. I’m already so close it barely takes any time at all—a few sharp thrusts while his thumb digs into me, and I’m gasping over the edge, my whole body spasming as I come. He waits a moment, thumb tracing over my thighs, my waist, then back to my clit, where it sends me straight to the peak all over again. He tries to keep it there, force me to orgasm a third time, but I grab his wrist and yank his hand away.

His turn now.

He lies alongside me, his chest glistening with sweat. I wrap both arms around his body, dig my nails into his back, and he moans with pleasure, his eyes feral when they find mine in the dark. I stare straight into his eyes as he nears the end—his fists clench in my hair and his face softens again, all those hard angles of his jaw and his cheeks going loose as his mouth drops open to gasp for air. Yet he doesn’t break eye contact. A few more sharp thrusts and he groans, helpless, as his hot cum pumps into me, our eyes still locked. It’s hot as hell the way he stares straight at me as he finishes. I clench hard around him, and I’m rewarded with a faint gasp as he twitches in me, still coming, his body quivering.