Page 90 of Learn Your Lesson

Will

I turned to ash at the sight of her.

My body burned, a yearning, searing, unbearable heat consuming me as I towered over her and watched her part her plump, rosy lips.

Her cheeks and neck and chest were flushed from her climax — the climaxIhad given her. Her hands were trapped between her thick, beautiful thighs. Those wide brown eyes were fixed on me, excited and eager to learn, but tinged with a hint of something uncertain. It was impossible not to let my gaze wander, slow and greedy.

“What a sight you are,” I mused, lowering the red Popsicle until the tip of it brushed her nipple.

She jolted at the sensation, the Popsicle still frozen with flecks of frost on it. But it melted at the contact with her skin, leaving a pink mark as I trailed it from one breast to the other, loving the way Chloe wiggled and writhed — both seeking the touch and running from it.

She didn’t speak. Shecouldn’t— not with her mouth open and waiting, pink tongue spread flat and ready.

Slowly, the Popsicle skated up and across her collarbone, along the slope of her neck, until I ran it along her bottom lip, the top of it grazing her tongue.

“I’m not going to teach you how to suck any man’s cock,” I told her. “I’m going to teach you specifically how to suckmine.”

Her breathing intensified, puffs of warm air defrosting the Popsicle where I held it before her.

“Because — and let me make this crystal clear — while I am fucking you, you are only mine to fuck. And I am only yours. Understand?”

She nodded, eager and impatient.

“First, I want you to tease me,” I said. “Wrap those perfect lips around the tip and taste.”

Chloe bent forward enough to capture the tip of the Popsicle, and my nostrils flared when she closed her mouth around it. I could tell she was swirling her tongue, and my cock jumped at the need to switch places.

“Good,” I told her. “Now slide a little deeper, and suck.”

I could see the tentativeness in her expression as she withdrew, lips to tip, and then dove a little deeper. Her cheeks hollowed out and a sucking, popping noise filled the kitchen.

I groaned.

“Fuck,yes, Chloe. Just like that.”

She preened when I said her name, rolling her tongue around the maybe inch and a half she’d made wet before she closed her mouth and sucked again.

“Now, you’re going to make it real wet and sloppy,” I told her. “Spit on it, and take it deeper.”

Chloe swallowed, her eyebrows folding together before she withdrew from the Popsicle and stared at it like a challenge. She closed her mouth and swirled saliva, and then she spit, coating the Popsicle before she wrapped it up in her mouth again.

This time, she slid it in about halfway and gagged.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling off and hanging her head.

“Eyes up here.”

Her gaze snapped to mine.

“Do not apologize,” I warned. “I will only tell you once.”

I teased her lips with the Popsicle as she stared up at me, shame and the remnants of her orgasm still staining her cheeks.

“I’ll show you how to use your hands for what your mouth can’t fit,” I explained. And then I lowered just half a foot, staring down at her as I forced the Popsicle into her mouth. She let me in, licking and sucking and keeping her eyes on me. “Besides, I fuckinglovewhen you gag.”

She whimpered, the sound vibrating through the Popsicle all the way to my hand.

And that was it.