Teach Me (Lessons in Seduction Book 1) (8 page)

He wasn’t prepared for this. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, a sound of weakness would come out, so he beckoned her with his finger.

This time, it took too long to bridge the distance. By the time she reached him, he was desperate to touch her. From the edge of his seat, he reached out and, almost violently, yanked her to him. The air whooshed out of her lungs as she stood before him, gazing down into his eyes.

“I was supposed to drive you crazy,” she said breathlessly. “You’re entirely too calm.”

He snorted. Could she not see the hunger in his eyes, hear the racing of his breath, see the bulge inside his pants, vying for her attention? Not wanting to scare her, he took her manicured hand, and planted it flush against his chest. “Feel that?” he breathed.

Her eyes widened.

Now she was so close her warmth burned his skin, setting him on fire, and he hadn’t a clue what to do first. Over the past few days, he’d contemplated this moment over and over. Now everything was unfolding, more sensuously than he’d even imagined, and she was close enough to hold and kiss and taste.

But what to do first? He sucked in a breath.

“What now?” she murmured, entwining her fingers with his, her breath warm on his forehead.

Carefully, he planted his hands on the backs of her thighs, drawing her closer, then dragged them up over the ample curve of her ass. He could feel her tremble as he brought his mouth to her belly and kissed his way to her navel, her hipbone. Her skin tasted sweet, and his lips ached for more. He opened his mouth fully on her skin, wanting to lick every inch of her at once. She gasped as he hooked his fingers in the straps of her barely-there panties and began to slide them down her hips.

When he had pulled them to her thighs, though, he stopped. Something was troubling him.

Something very important involving Eva and panties…

“
I
love garters
, but this won’t do,” he said in a soft voice.

She looked down and everything became clear. He wanted to take down her panties, but they were underneath the garter, attached to the black stockings. She blushed and fumbled at the clips. “I could—”

He put a hand over hers. “No. Keep them on. But from now on, no panties. Understood? They’ll only get in our way.”

“But I...”

“It’s possible that I’m just very good at hiding it. But trust me. You’ll make me crazy, just looking at you, knowing you have nothing on underneath your clothes because I told you to wear nothing. It’ll be our secret.” He nodded toward her thighs. “May I?”

She nodded, almost embarrassed to be so agreeable, but powerless nonetheless. He reached between her legs and pulled hard with both hands. She heard the tearing of the fabric, and a strong tug against her thighs, and then her panties were gone.

She gasped and suddenly felt flushed and dizzy with desire. She needed his hands on her, now. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding onto him for support.

He tossed her ruined g-string to the side, gazing hungrily at her bare sex. Then, without warning, he leaned over and flicked his tongue over the seam of her pussy. Eva shuddered, feeling her knees go weak as she felt his warm breath on her. How could one simple touch of his tongue feel so intense?

“Oh,” she murmured, buckling forward.

He caught her in his arms, then easily lifted her to the king bed.

When he laid her down on the smooth white sheets, her breath sped, nerves rearing their ugly head as he knelt between her legs and dragged has hands down the silken fabric of her stockings. She was only wearing the garter, stockings, and heels, and he was still fully dressed.

She blushed at the inequity, her voice raspy and urgent as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Have you ever had a man lick your cunt, Eva?” he asked, gazing at it.

She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. Oh, God, how she wanted it. But if that little nip of her pussy was any indication, she knew it wouldn’t take much more to lose control, to go completely wild. “No, but I don’t know if—”

“Quiet,” he commanded, spreading her legs. “You’ve been a good student. Now you may accept your reward.”

S
he could barely think
of anything at that moment, but Eva knew one thing.

Jack Bennett was definitely the man for this job.

At first she’d been frightened, but within seconds, pleasure overtook the fear. He slipped his hands under her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. Even that small, nearly imperceptible touch made her tense. When he kissed her between her legs, just a gentle nibble on her upper thigh, she tossed her head back, feeling at first ticklish, but then quickly desperate for more.

She took a breath, trying to remind herself where she was and who she was with so that she wouldn’t completely lose control in front of him. But when his tongue flicked out and touched her folds, she knew that wouldn’t be possible. She clenched the sheets on either side of her and moaned as he drew her clit into his mouth.

Being with Rick had never felt like this. He had acted like it was a chore, like she should be grateful. He’d only kissed her there a couple of times, and never long enough for her to come. She’d always been too self-conscious, and happy when he was done.

But now, she wanted to stay like this, with Jack Bennett between her legs, forever.

What had he told her? Do everything slowly. But she couldn’t slow down now, not as he stroked her masterfully with his tongue. The heat inside her was building at a breakneck pace, making her feel sexy and powerful. How had Jack managed to put her so at ease?

He kissed deeper now, his tongue gliding across her wetness, up and down, then centering on her clit, where she longed for him. She ached exquisitely, and he knew how to satisfy this desperate need inside her. He flicked his tongue, slow and deliberate, making her hips shoot up.

Oh God, she needed more. More of him on the center of her pleasure. She rocked into him, and he stroked faster now, lavishing attention on her clit, driving her into a fevered frenzy.

“Right there, oh yes, please yes,” she murmured, though she couldn’t be sure if she’d said it out loud. He didn’t need directions anyway. He’d likely done this thousands of times. She knew Jack wouldn’t back down from this challenge, but she was surprised at how willingly he’d set to work, how much he appeared to be enjoying it.

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?
she wondered, arching her back, tilting her ass toward him, allowing him to bury his face deep within her as he sucked hard on her clit and the storm inside her intensified.
So hot and wild and wonderful?

She couldn’t believe that she’d happily gone so long, missing
this
. No wonder Georgie and Nelson had looked at her like she was crazy for denying herself the heaven of skin on skin.

She thrashed her head to the side, her hair covering her face. “Oh, God, Jack. Oh, God,” she managed, and then she was hurtling over the edge, coming with such force that she felt the bed rocking beneath her. She couldn’t help it. She felt herself coming apart, shattering, dizzy, desperate, insides clenching and releasing.

Jack stayed between her legs, consuming her, tongue pulsing deep inside her channel, drawing out the exquisite release until she was limp, boneless. Finally, when she had recovered enough to remember how to breathe, she glanced nervously between her legs, fearing what she would see.

Would he be repulsed by her abandon? Disgusted by how wet she was, how slick and desperately turned on?

But the look on his face surprised her. He didn’t look repulsed or disgusted. He looked hungry, as if he was never going to get enough of her body.

His face still wet with her juices, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She smelled and tasted the musk of her sex, but unexpectedly she didn’t feel dirty or embarrassed. She liked the taste of her on his tongue. He tasted like he belonged to her, like
hers
.

Hers.
She liked that thought way more than she should.

“That was amazing,” she told him, her voice throaty.

But Jack didn’t seem interested in compliments. He simply eased down on the bed and in one swift motion, pulled her atop him, his hands cupping her bare ass and running up and down her spine.

He already knows what a fantastic lover he is,
she told herself.
He’s the teacher, after all, and likely has hundreds of satisfied students.

His fingers stopped at the lace garter strap around her waist. “Remember. I want you to wear this every day we meet. But no underwear.” She gasped as his hands travelled over her ribcage and molded around her breasts. He brought one of them to his mouth, circling his tongue on the nipple until it pebbled. “And no bra.”

She nodded, still trembling all over and slightly dazed. How could she say no? She’d never had a reward like the one she’d just experienced. She knew her hair was a mess and all her red lipstick was gone, but as he sucked on her breast, she didn’t care. She’d never felt this confident.

Her hands, almost of their own volition, pulled his white dress shirt from his pants, delving upwards to travel along his well-muscled stomach and chest. She realized she hadn’t asked permission from her teacher and stopped. “Oh. Can I...?”

He nodded, a small smile of amusement on his lips. Then he leaned back and parked his hands behind his head. “Be my guest.”

She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Jack had always looked good enough to eat, even clothed. She’d feasted her eyes on him hundreds of times, but she practically drooled now at the thought of savoring him with her mouth, running her tongue over his every perfect feature. Her fingers fumbled in their excitement over the small buttons of his crisp white shirt, and when she spread it open, baring his chest, she gasped. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen.

She ran a hand up the line of hair from his navel, to the darker, curlier hair smattered upon his pectorals, and groaned. “This is…lovely.”

Once again, he seemed unaffected by the compliment. She pushed the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders, trying to bare his muscular arms. All the boys at Belmont Hill had been Rugby players, but not Jack. He’d cheer Antonio on from the sidelines, but Jack wasn’t the team sports type. “I never quite understood,” she mused, “where you got these muscles. You were never into sports in school.”

Jack didn’t answer her; maybe thinking of school made him think of Antonio, the last person he wanted to remember right now. Instead, he sat up and pulled the shirt off, casting it aside. She leaned down and kissed him, nibbling on the skin of his abdomen the way he’d done with hers. He had a small birthmark on his ribcage, his one mark of imperfection. She kissed it tentatively, hoping he would approve.

When she dragged her lips up his breastbone, he vised her chin in his fingers and kissed her, hard, again. “Ready for your next lesson?”

She nodded. As if there was any doubt of her answer.

He guided her hands to his waist, and she got to work right away, unfastening the buckle, pulling down his pants. When she saw the bulge in his boxer briefs, she swallowed. As she tugged his boxers down and his erection sprang free, the tips of her fingers went numb.

It rested on his stomach, the wondercock, in all its hard glory. She tried to remember what Georgie and Nelson said, something about it being fine, but all their words swirled in a jumble inside her head. She slowly reached out to touch the plump head, and all her confidence drained away.

Jack noticed. He took her hand and wrapped it around his thick shaft as she leaned over him. She nearly cried out in disbelief at how thick he was, how heavy. “You got it, beautiful. Just don’t stop.”

“What should I do now, teacher?” she asked, trying to be playful as she held his cock in her hand. “Any specific pointers?”

Lying back with his arms behind his head, watching her, he murmured, “This is free study. Do what you like. As long as your hand is on my dick, you’re doing it right.”

No, no, no. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

She inhaled sharply, and her pulse raced in her veins. Her mind had gone blank. She couldn’t make a mistake. Not like that last time, with Rick. She’d done what she liked then, too, and yet it had been so clearly a mistake that to this day, she still couldn’t think about it without cringing.

Carefully, she ran a finger down the length of his cock, to his balls. She touched them, very gently, feeling incredibly inadequate.

“I’m not going to break,” he coaxed, his fingers gently encircling her arm. “Look at me, Eva.”

She did, pushing the hair out of her face.

“I promise you, there’s nothing you can do that would be wrong. Nothing. You understand? That’s the lesson, Eva. You’re perfect. You drive me crazy. So touch me.”

She nodded, but she didn’t quite know if that was true. She’d done wrong with Rick, obviously. “All right,” she said, determined.

She wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and stroked. It twitched in her grip, strong and warm, and yes, wondrous—of course, it suited Jack perfectly. She pumped it once, twice, imagining how the length of it—how
he
would fit, sliding inch by inch into her. Of course he could tell she hadn’t touched many cocks before. She wanted to be nonchalant about it, but she simply couldn’t. Despite the blush in her cheeks, something ached within her, a longing she’d never felt quite so deep or intense.

“
Yes. That
,” he said on a groan, his eyes closing.

She’d lusted for him for so long, and now he was here, doing things to her, wanting her to do things to him, wanting
her
in the way she’d only imagined for countless sleepless nights.

She couldn’t waste this moment.

Still holding his cock, she crawled up the length of the bed, brushing her nipples over his chest, and kissed him. It was the first time she’d initiated a kiss, and she wondered whether her teacher would stop her, but he didn’t—he responded greedily, almost eagerly, nearly betraying the cool Jack Bennett facade. He threaded his fingers in her hair and kept her there, devouring her mouth completely until she couldn’t tell up from down. She found herself collapsing atop him, easily relinquishing power.

“Don’t you know by now? Everything you do turns me on,” he told her when they broke apart, breathless and panting. “That’s a lesson I want you to learn. I may be the teacher, but you’re an amazing student.”

A burst of pride rushed through her, chased with desire. She was thrilled he liked what she was doing, and his words made her want to do even more. “I love everything you’re teaching me,” she said, in her best sexy purr.

“Good.” His eyes darkened. “Now, I have a question for you.”

Her tongue swept across her lips. “Yes?”

“What do you want most right now?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly. “Tell me, Eva. Tell me what you want.”

Emboldened, she snaked her hands under his head, applying pressure at the nape of his neck to drag him toward her. “I don’t want to go slow anymore. I want—I
need
you to fuck me. Now. I want you inside me, Jack.”

He let out a small breath and his eyes widened slightly, just as they had when she’d made her indecent proposal. She wagered that was the most surprise she’d ever see from someone like Jack. It soon melted into a devilish grin of approval as he took control, rolling her over onto her back, kissing her tits and neck. Her every pore cried out from the pleasurable sensation of his bare skin against hers. Thousands of fantasies had failed to adequately prepare her for the sheer intensity of this, of the sensory overload sparked by his touch.

Her buzz had long since worn off, leaving an odd cocktail of hunger and fear in its place. She’d never wanted something so badly, yet been so uncertain at the same time.

Once again, Jack noticed. He touched her worry-creased forehead, smoothing it. “Let me guess. The
monster?”

She closed her eyes and buried a nod in his shoulder.
Do I look like a scared virgin?
she wondered, trying to keep her breath even.
Oh, hell yes, I do.
Even as she tried to keep calm, she couldn’t escape the overwhelming fact—Jack Bennett was only seconds away from being inside her, fucking her.

“I want it, though,” she said, her voice breathy. Every part of her body felt electric with desire and fear or getting there. “I want you. So much.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, beautiful.” Then he kissed her again, a kiss that was both tender and demanding at once. His skin was hot, electric against hers. His mouth roamed over her body. His hand drifted between her legs, rubbing her clit, and all her worries faded away on the wake of his touch.

Finally, when she was seconds from begging him to take her, he spread her legs further apart and rose over her, his hips settling between her thighs.

She sucked in a breath, but she wasn’t afraid anymore. She was desperate, hungry, and…home. This felt so right; him, here, poised at her opening. She’d been so worried about whether his cock would fit inside her, she hadn’t expected this to feel so perfect. Monster cock or not, this was where she was supposed to be, naked and bared to Jack Bennett.

Entirely of their own volition, her hips rose off the bed, aching to meet him, proving to her that perhaps she had been overthinking this. Maybe her body had always known exactly what to do.

“Make me come again,” she begged, wrapping her legs around him and drawing him forward. “Please. I need to. I need to feel you inside me when I lose control.”

“I intend to.” He inhaled deeply into the curve of her neck, like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever smelled. “Something tells me you’re addicted, baby.” He captured her lips, kissing her hungrily.

Baby.
He’d never called her that before. Ordinarily, she would have hated him using that word. But the deliciously sexy way it rolled off his tongue stirred something inside her, turning her on even more. It felt like ownership, possession, and she wanted to be possessed by him, in every way.

He broke the kiss long enough to reach onto the night table, where he’d left a condom. He reared back on his knees, ripped the silver packet open with his teeth, then rolled it on.