Jameson immediately kisses me back, sliding his tongue against mine as I massage his lips, exploring his mouth like the other two men did with me.
“Ok, no,” he says, stepping back from me and breaking the kiss. “I think the problem is too much tongue.”
“What?” I react, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I’m so embarrassed right now that I wish the ground would open up and swallow me. I refuse to meet Jameson’s gaze.
His tone softens. “I’m not trying to be mean, princess. But you wanted to know what was wrong with your kisses, why Peyton and Channing said it was just ‘ok.’ And the problem is that I don’t need your entire tongue in my mouth. Try to use less of it, you’ll see it’ll feel better for you too. Come on, kiss me again.”
This time I’m shaking, a little anger mixed with nerves and excitement. Jameson deepens the kiss as soon as I press my lips against his, retreating back soon after. “No. Less tongue, Lenley,” he says against my lips. “Better but a little less.”
I hate to admit that he’s right, less tongue means a little more space to explore each other.
The kiss is still soft but less sloppy and more pleasurable. I think I’m doing really well when he stops again.
“The tongue is perfect now but you want to go just a little faster and harder. No one wants to feel a limp tongue in their mouth. Come on, try. Just a little pressure like you do with your lips and match my speed.”
I do as I’m told, at this point more because I want him to stop correcting me than because I want to kiss Jameson.
He’s hot and he tastes divine but his comments are kinda pissing me off.
Until he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest and deepening the kiss with his mouth slanted over mine.
I don’t try to follow his lead like I did with Peyton and Channing, I fight him for dominance.
I lash my tongue against his, pressing my lips on his to communicate my frustration with his corrections.
And he fights right back, hot and hungry, meeting each of the strokes of my tongue with one of his own.
I hate to admit that it feels good and I don’t want to stop.
When he emits a low sound from his throat, I think he’s about to stop for another correction and I can’t resist showing him my irritation by sinking my teeth into his soft bottom lip.
He stops kissing me, his face still so close that the tips of our noses are touching. His chest is rising and falling with the same labored rhythm as mine.
“Fuck,” he drawls with a smile. “That was what I was talking about. That was one hell of a fucking great kiss, princess.”
I’m still a little resentful from before but I can’t resist matching his smile. “Really?”
He chuckles, taking my hand and placing it on the front of his swimming trunks. “It was so good that you made me rock hard.”
Heat rushes to my face when I feel his hardness; I’d felt Darrius getting hard last year when we almost kissed but I never got to touch him.
I instinctively close my fingers around it, causing a hard intake of breath from Jameson and a twitch of his length against my palm. “Oh,” I half-gasp, half-giggle.
For the umpteenth time today, I feel all three men’s gazes on me; I know Jameson and I aren’t the only ones who are excited right now.
A buzzer informs us that someone is at the gate. “Must be the pizza,” Channing says and the spell is partially broken.
Jameson steps away from me and winks, before following Channing out to fetch the pizzas. My knees feel weak as I look at the two men walking out of the living room.
“Let’s get some drinks,” Peyton offers, wrapping one arm around my shoulders.
His lips hover a breath away from mine but he doesn’t kiss me, looking like he has something on his mind. “I was really gutted that getting tested would delay the best part of our deal and I was already planning to check that we had some condoms in the house,” he says, “but having to wait isn’t the worst thing that could happen to us.”
I look at him as we stop in front of the fridge. My heart is pounding in my throat at the thought that maybe teaching me sex sounded more fun in theory than it is in practice. “Are you going to change your mind about this?” Maybe after all he agrees with Darrius at least on something. That an inexperienced girl isn’t fun. “Jameson said the last kiss was good. I can learn—”
The intensity in his blue eyes has almost the same effect his lips had on me a little while ago; it makes me throb in all sorts of inappropriate places, aching to be touched and kissed and—I don’t know, but definitely aching for him and the others.
“There’s no way I’m changing my mind, Snow. It’s just that I assumed that fucking was the only thing you’d been waiting on. Look, I hate that fucking nickname, The Heartbreakers, but they started calling us that because the guys and I never really spent more than one night with the same girl.”
“Really?” I ask, finding it really hard to relate to, since I spent nineteen years of my life dreaming about just one guy.
Peyton nods. “Really. Often we would have one girl each and switch them around during the night.”
I can’t help the comment that immediately comes to mind. “You guys helped yourselves to girls like you were at an all you can eat buffet.”
Peyton chuckles. “Fuck, I guess sometimes it was like that. Especially at the after parties that are thrown after racing events.”
I nod, tightening my lips together; Darrius always picked up a girl after a competition, if he was single. He often used our nightly phone call as an excuse to get rid of his “celebratory fuck” when he was done with her.
“That nickname,” Peyton continues, “pisses me off because we never promised the girls we partied with more than one wild night, but that’s beyond the point. What I’m trying to say is that initially I thought that spending time with the same girl, could just mean going without condoms, which is something new to all three of us. But with you it’s more than just fucking someone who hasn’t been fucked before. You’re going to be so fun to break in, Snow. So we need to take our time to do it right. Like with the kissing. Figure you out as you learn how we like things. Don’t forget that to be good at sex, you need to enjoy it.”
I’m about to ask him what he means exactly, but the heat in his gaze stops me in my tracks.
“Today you just had your first lesson. Did you enjoy it, Snow?” he asks with his lips hovering a breath away from mine.
“I did. Even though at first Jameson made me really nervous.”
His eyes flash with amusement. “J is a perfectionist. He can come across a little blunt and bossy but the fact that he took time to teach you exactly how he likes to be kissed, means that he finds you hot.”
His words cause a warm fluttering in the pit of my stomach. “Do you find me hot, Peyton?” I dare to ask.
“Fuck.” He exhales with a wicked glint in his eyes as his lips stretch into a sexy smile. “I find you very hot. I’d start showing you how fucking hot right now if I didn’t know that the guys are going to walk through that door with dinner in a few moments, Snow.”
I smile back at him. “It isn’t the first time you call me Snow. What—”
He lifts my chin up to him with gentle fingers. “Last night you told me that Penn said you were as innocent and inexperienced as Snow White.”
“He did,” I grind out. “And I fucking hate that.”
Peyton’s lips come so close that I know he’s about to kiss me again. “I don’t mean it the way he does, Lenley. But with your dark hair, your green eyes and your pale skin you look a little like Snow White. And you’re pure like snow. I just so happen to love playing in the snow.”
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