Page 73 of Learn Your Lesson

Chloe leaned up onto her elbows, her eyes wide again as she looked where my hand was in my briefs. When I pulled myself all the way free and rid myself of the fabric, her mouth fell open into a softo, her lashes fanning her pink cheeks as she tried to catch her breath.

Then, her mouth closed, her eyes narrowed into determination, and she was on the move.

Her hands pressed into my chest until I had no choice but to back away from the counter, and she made enough room for herself to slide down off it. Her tits bounced on the landing, and I groaned at the sight, fisting myself a little tighter.

“Let me,” she said, and her hands replaced mine as I hissed a curse and let my head fall back.

I had to admit, it wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world. She didn’t lick along my chin, spit in her hand and fuck me slowly with her slick fingers curled around my shaft. She didn’t whisper dirty commands in my ear or slide my cock between her wet lips to let me feel what I’d done to her.

In fact, she seemed… hesitant.Scared, even.

Her hands trembled as she took my place, and once she had me in her grip, she seemed unsure of what to do next.

Her breathing intensified as she mimicked what I’d been doing, working my cock in long, slow pumps with her hands covering every inch. She used both, at least, which took many women time to get to. She seemed eager to do what made me feel good, responding to every sound I made and working me faster when I started thrusting my hips into her grip.

I was wound so fucking tight from going down on her, from watching her make herself come against my thigh, that I was pretty sure I could bust right there in her hand.

But I willed myself to hold back, to keep my fucking cool.

Especially when she dropped to her knees and brought all my fantasies of the past three weeks into living color.

“Fuck yes,” I praised, sweeping her hair out of the way when she was in front of me. I gathered it in one fist and held it tightly. “Let me feel that sweet mouth.”

Again, I swore I saw worry etched in her gaze. So much so that I frowned and nearly asked her what was wrong. But before I could, she quickly opened her mouth — anddoveonto my cock.

I shuddered from the suddenness of it. One moment, she tentatively held me in soft, unsure hands. The next,she was gagging from attempting to take me all the way down her fucking throat.

“Jesus, Chloe,” I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair. My eyes crossed with the effort to stand after feeling her wet mouth and hearing the sound of her choking.

She pulled back, fisting me with one hand and staring at my cock like it was both a puzzle to be solved and a snake to run away from. She went back, slower this time, her hot mouth suctioned around my head and shaft until she gagged again and pulled back, sitting on her knees and looking up at me with a strand of saliva connecting her to my cock.

Fuck me, that was a gorgeous sight.

“I… I want you inside me,” she said, breathy, pleading, her eyes wide and rimmed with tears from gagging on my cock, her cheeks flaming pink.

And I didn’t even care that it was the weakest attempt at a blowjob I’d ever had. Two lashes of her tongue and one squeeze from her hand had me ready to come without her touching me again — let alone hearing her say those words.

“What was that?” I asked, arching a brow and running my thumb over her wet, swollen lip.

She swallowed, chasing my thumb with her tongue.

“I want you inside me.”

I ripped her up in an instant, half pulling her and half carrying her to the couch. There were a million ways I wanted to take her. I wanted her legs on my shoulders and her tits in my face as I pushed inside her. I wanted to bend her over the arm and fuck her from behind. I wanted to prop her ass on the edge of the couch and lay her head on the floor, to spread her legs wide and fuck her like a porn star while she screamed out my name.

But right now, I wanted her to be the one in control.

I stopped only long enough to fish a condom out of my wallet, leaving Chloe sitting on the edge of the leather with her chest heaving as she watched me sheath myself.

“Take that off,” I said, nodding to where her shirt was still bunched at her waist.

She made quick work of it, and then sat waiting, hands nervously twisting her hair and pulling it to one side before she sat on her palms.

So many visions paraded in my mind at that sight. I imagined her naked on her knees, sitting on her hands for me, letting me do whatever I wanted to her mouth, her tits, her pussy, and her ass. I imagined tying those hands up to my bed frame so she didn’t have a choice but to hold them still while I had my way with her.

She’d said yes.

She’d agreed to the deal.