Page 91 of Learn Your Lesson

I’d had enough of using a fucking prop.

I pulled the Popsicle away, savoring the sucking noise she made when it released from her lips. I didn’t even look as I tossed it into the sink. I would deal with that later.

Right now, my only mission was to hear her make that gagging noise with my cock halfway down her throat.

“Lick your lips clean,” I told her, and I watched her do so slowly as I plucked the button free on my jeans and slid the zipper down. I stood right in front of her as I maneuvered the denim down my thighs and let it fall at my ankles.

These jeans were custom made for me — had to be, because hockey had carved my ass and thighs into fucking massive heaps of stone.

When they pooled at my feet, I left them there.

And Chloe gaped when she realized there wasn’t another layer separating us.

I fisted my erection, stifling a groan at the first bit of contact. I was so worked up after her riding my face and that little Popsicle lesson that I felt like I could pump five times and blow. Part of me wanted to. I wondered what she’d look like with a shiny pearl necklace, her doe eyes all wide and innocent as I painted her.

But she wanted to learn.

And I’d be a lying sonofabitch if I said I didn’t get off at the thought of being her first, of being the one to teach her.

“Show me you know what to do,” I said, releasing myself.

Chloe’s hand shook a bit as she reached out, her palm warm when it wrapped around my base. I sucked in a breath when she touched me, my cock jumping against her touch, and then her eyes were fixed on me.

She leaned forward, pressing my crown against her tongue.

My eyes rolled all the way back.

“Yes,” I breathed, fisting one hand in her hair. I wrapped it around the hair tie struggling to hold back her locks and cradled her skull so I could guide her if needed. “I love when you taste my cock.”

She moaned, wrapping her lips around me and sliding down an inch. That vibration, the coolness of her tongue from the Popsicle, the eagerness with which she took me… itwas enough to have me all the way fucked up in just the first sixty seconds of this blowjob.

Just like I’d taught her, Chloe swirled her tongue, tasting and teasing with her eyes on me. When she pulled back and dove a little deeper, she sucked, her cheeks going hollow, and the pressure made me groan and fist her hair tighter.

“Such a quick learner,” I breathed. “Such a good fucking girl.”

That egged her on, and she pulled back, looking at my cock only long enough to spit on it before she was tasting and sucking and diving deeper.

Her brown eyes held mine until she gagged, her eyelids fluttering shut without her control, and she pulled back with those eyes watering and her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

“God, yes,” I praised, thumbing her jaw. “Do that again.”

She teased and played and made me wet, and then she gagged.

“Hold it,” I begged, using my fist in her hair to show her what I meant.

I only held her there for two seconds before I released and let her pull back.

“That is so fucking hot, Chloe,” I told her, and I nearly forgot my own fucking rule as I bent and gripped her chin, pulling her mouth close to mine.

I wanted to reward her with a kiss.

For a long moment, I debated it, my eyes on her swollen mouth as she panted and waited.

But I released her, standing again and wrapping a hand around my cock to guide it back to her mouth.

“Now, you’re going to make it wet again,” I said. “Spit on it, gag on it, and then use your hands to coat my cock with your saliva.”

She nodded, though she seemed unsure, but she did exactly what I asked. I moaned when she sucked and swirled, cursing at the gag, and when her warm hands wrapped around me and covered me in her spit, I let my head fall back, eyes on the ceiling.