It’s such pretty light.
The end of the day.
The start of the night.
That’s what this is.
The end of casual.
The start of…
I don’t know.
Something good.
Something great.
Wes takes a step backward.
His eyes meet mine.
They fill with that fire. The one that screams I need you.
I want to know how deep it goes.
I want to do this.
I want to do everything.
Deep breath. Slow exhale.
The ground is spinning again.
But there’s no hope for steadiness now.
“How much do you know?” Wes asks.
I cinch my towel a little tighter. I’m here to do this. I want to do this.
I really, really, really want to do this.
“Nothing, really.” I’ve read books, sure (and who hasn’t scoured Cosmo for tips?), but I don’t have any firsthand knowledge.
“Drop your towel.”
“Is that part of the lesson?”
“Yeah.” He motions take it off.
Slowly, I unwrap the towel and toss it in the direction of my desk chair. It lands in a pile on the floor.
Usually, I’d rush to pick it up.
Right now, I don’t care about the mess. I don’t care about anything but driving him out of his mind.
“Fuck.” Wes gives me a long, slow once-over. “You get better every time I see you, angel.”
“Since yesterday?”
“Yeah.” He motions come here.
I take a step toward him.
His fingers skim my hip. Then it’s his palm.
He pulls me closer.
I rise to my tiptoes to press my lips to his.
My glasses are in the way, but it still feels so fucking good kissing him.
I wrap my arm around his waist.
He brings his hand to my chest. Toys with my nipple with his thumb.
I rock my hips against his.
I feel it.
Him.
He’s hard.
God, why is that so appealing?
It’s fucking intoxicating. It really is.
“Does it always happen that fast?” I ask.
“Depends on the guy.”
“For you?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“How much I’ve been drinking.” He cups my cheek with his palm. “How much I’m into it. Into someone.”
“And you’re—”
“Into you, yeah.” He looks down at me with heavy eyes. “You don’t have to wait until a guy is hard to start.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to go straight to it either.”
“Have to make him feel special?”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “Guess it depends on what you’re going for.”
“What if I want to make you feel special?”
“Special how?” He tries to hide the desire in his voice, to stay the calm, even teacher, but he doesn’t get there.
“Like I can’t get enough.”
“You’re doing pretty good without instruction.”
“Oh.” I guess my body is getting the message across loud and clear. “Specifically?”
“It’s all how you do it. You can go hard.” He grabs my ass and pulls me into a deep, fast kiss.
My sex clenches. “Fuck.”
“Or more tender.” He drags his fingertips over my spine with a featherlight touch.
His lips brush mine.
Softly.
Then a little harder.
My lips part.
His tongue slides between them.
Dances with mine.
I kiss him back.
Copy his touch. Bring my palm to his chest. Trace the lines of his shoulder down his arm.
He pulls me closer.
Kisses me harder.
His fingers dig into my skin.
His tongue swirls around mine.
He’s demonstrating technique, yeah, but it’s there.
He can’t get enough.
Neither of us can.
I tug at his towel.
He stares down at me as he tosses it aside.
Fuck, he’s close.
We’re close.
We’re still damp from the shower, but it’s different being naked in the bedroom.
There’s so much intention.
Like we’re ready to jump into bed.
To connect completely.
I want that.
But this first.
This now.
I bring my lips to his as I wrap my hand around his cock. My thumb and middle finger.
I run my hand over his length with a soft grip.
Up and down and up again.
Until he’s groaning against my mouth.
He pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Don’t tease me today, angel. I’m already wound up.”
“Oh.” My body buzzes. He’s so fucking sexy and I want him so badly. I can’t believe it’s possible to want anyone this badly. “What should I do?”
“You want a step-by-step?”
I nod.
His pupils dilate. “Fuck, Quinn.” He gives me a quick once-over. Motions to the wall. “Here.”
“Okay.” I follow him to the wall.
He presses his back against the white surface. “Get on your knees.” His voice is half demand, half instruction.
Both halves are so fucking hot.
I just.
I really need to do this.
To do it right.
To do it now.
To—
One thing at a time.
Sucking cock can’t be as difficult as rollerblading.
And I managed that okay.
Oh my God, I’m comparing blow jobs to sports.
I…
I need a grip.
Well, I do need a grip. But, um, I…
“Relax, angel. You’ve got this.” He cups my hip.
“How?”
“I want you.”
“But I… I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, but I’m already keyed up. That’s half the fucking battle.”
Okay. I make a mental note, but it disappears. I want to remember these instructions, yeah. But I want to be in this moment more.
I want to make Wes feel good.
I want to make him come.
I…
I can do this.
Slowly, I lower myself onto my knees. It puts his cock right at, well, at mouth level.
He’s good at this.