Page 106 of Learn Your Lesson

I smiled, biting my lip as I pushed the fabric up to reveal him inch by blissful inch. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you.”

“Well, I love when you touch me, so we’re even.”

I wasn’t as fluid as he was at undressing someone, but when I got the t-shirt up to his chest, he took over for me, reaching behind him with one hand to grab the neck of his shirt and rip it the rest of the way off. He reached for me as soon as it was gone, large, strong hands sliding into my hair as he tilted my head the way he wanted it so he could kiss and bite along the slope of my neck again.

“You better not leave any hickies,” I warned.

“Or what?”

To prove he wasn’t scared of my threat, he bit down hard and sucked my skin between his teeth until I hissed and arched into the touch.

Okay, maybe I was completelyfinewith a hickie, actually.

Maybe I liked the thought of him wanting to mark me like that, to claim me in a way that wasso public and feral.

No.

I mentally slapped myself as all the advice from my internet friends onRedditsurfaced in my brain.

This was how I’d get hurt.

Thoughts like that was how I’d muddy the already shallow water we were swimming in.

To punctuate that slap, I tore away from his touch, sliding my fingers into the band of his joggers and briefs and pulling them down together in one fell swoop.

His cock sprang forward when I did, and because I’d taken his pants all the way down to his ankles, I was face to face with the monstrous thing.

I swallowed, taking in every inch of it before I glanced up at Will.

The corner of his lips lifted, but his eyes were heated and heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he took in the sight of me below him.

I didn’t give him the chance to kick out of the pants. Instead, I dropped to my knees, wrapped him in my fist, and swirled my tongue around his crown before he could make a single move.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, one hand flying to the bed behind him to steady himself as the other reached into my hair and gripped tight. He held me still for a moment, not allowing me to move, like he was afraid he’d come in my mouth right then and there if I did. “Woman.”

I pulled back and looked up at him innocently. “What?”

With a growl, he pulled me up by the arms and tossed me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. He looked almost pissed as he stepped out of his pants, and then he was descending on me, climbing up the bed between my legs with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Iget first taste,” he said, and then he used his shoulders to spread my thighs wide, kissing and biting along my inner thighs. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, writhing beneath him.

“You said those same words to me the first time you came to the rink, you know,” he mused, nosing my clit before he teased me with one feather-light lick. “Made me want to fuck you against the glass and give you a thousand reasons to say them.”

His confession unleashed a gasp, and then his tongue wrenched a moan from deep inside me as he dragged it from my opening up to my clit. He hummed with the motion, the vibration adding to the pleasure, and my legs shook as he repeated the movement again and again.

“So fucking sweet,” he said, fingers digging into my thighs to hold me still as he worked between them. He sucked my clit the way I’d told him I liked during our last lesson, the little pulses driving my orgasm to the surface faster than I thought was possible.

“No,” I whined, wiggling away from him.

He stilled, arching a brow at me. “No?”

“I don’t want to come like this.”

Will slowed his perusal, but still licked and kissed me in lazy sweeps. “How do you want to come, Chloe?”

When he said my name, a shiver rocked through me, and I rolled my fingers over my hard nipples as ifmytouch could do anything to relieve the ache there.