Page 46 of Teach Me

“You have no idea.” Cameron smirked. “Fuck, you’re so sexy like this.”

“Scoot closer. I want to see you touching yourself.” I dropped one of my hands from the side of the tub and into the water, grasping the top of Cameron’s thigh to urge him nearer. He complied by wiggling around and shifting onto his knees, then shuffling forward before sinking back on his heels. We were wedged in the tub pretty tightly, but now I had a better view of Cameron as he caressed his shaft. He used the closer proximity to dive the washcloth deeper into the water and drag it over the underside of my sac.

I felt my face contorting with pleasure and cuffed Cameron by the back of the neck, levering myself up a few inches to give him a slow, savoring kiss. His tongue danced with mine, licked the sides of my mouth, and dipped inside to the rhythm of his hand on my cock. Soft, slow, luxurious drags that sent ripples of ecstasy through my abdomen. I was helpless to resist and gave in to the temptation, reaching through the warm water to grasp Cameron’s thigh again, then wrap around his hand as he worked his own cock. His resulting shiver made gentle waves on the water’s surface. I took my time when his hand fell away, exploring his shape—the firm, plump head, the thick shaft. Just thinking about his cock inside me left me breathless, imagining how it would stretch me, remembering that sensation of being so full that there was no room for anything else, no other thought besides friction, besides pleasure, besides orgasm. I’d almost always topped, but I suddenly wanted,neededto feel him inside me. The desire hit me with the force of an anvil dropped from a roof.

I jerked Cameron slowly, steadily, eyes slitting as I watched his face transform, how he bit his lip, clenched his teeth, how his chest rose and fell in bursts that urged me on. He pushedthe washcloth up my chest and rubbed it over my nipples until they were almost raw, but it was a pleasurable burn, an erotic one, and Cameron seemed to intuit that from the soft huffs of air coming from my mouth. He braced his hands on the side of the tub and leaned over me, the muscles of his arms popping out in stark relief and quivering with tension as he dropped his chin low to scrape his stubble over my chest before lapping at my hard nipples with his tongue.

I growled a noise of contentment and squeezed Cameron’s cock to show my approval as he ground against me, needy little murmurs escaping his lips.

“I want you to fuck me,” I rasped out.

Cameron lifted his head to give me a wide-eyed gaze. “Really? I kinda figured you—but yeah. Fuck yeah. Absolutely. I’d love to.” It came out in a rush, and then he burst into laughter that struck me as adorably self-conscious. “I’ve never done that with another man before. Or anyone, actually.”

“Think we may need to get out of the tub for that, though, before we compact ourselves into the porcelain.”

We exited the tub carefully. Cameron stood on the bathmat and put a hand out as I reached for a towel hanging on a peg near the door. Instead of handing it over, I dropped to one knee and, starting with Cameron’s feet, began to pat him dry, gently, tenderly, caressing the thin terry cloth over the taper of his ankles, up the slope of his calves. His body hair was light, almost nonexistent, the goose bumps that rose over his skin striking as I swabbed and swept him with the towel. His hand dropped to the top of my head and sifted through the strands there, stroking my temples as he said thoughtfully, “I don’t think anyone has ever dried me off like this.”

I felt a trill of pleasure at hearing that, in having done something no one else had. I aimed my smile at the groundwhen I replied, “I don’t think I’ve ever dried anyone off like this either.”

“I don’t know if it’s supposed to turn me on as much as it is.” Cameron chuckled, then quieted abruptly as I reached his cock and teased its stiff length with rough, quick strokes of the towel. He gripped the edge of the sink as I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, tasting clean, smooth flesh. I lapped at him, sucked his crown, flicked my tongue against his slit until I was rewarded with the flavor of his precum. Cameron tugged my hair impatiently, and when I sucked him down to the root, he moaned a quiet curse.

“You’d better finish drying me off fast because I’m close.”

I gave him a few more languid sucks, then pulled off and stood, bending to meet his upturned mouth with my own when he reached to drape his arms around my shoulders. God, if he wasn’t one of the kissiest guys I’d ever encountered. Not that I was complaining. He was a phenomenal kisser, all silky-tongued and sensual, with those damned lips that I wanted to sink my teeth into. I did right then, capturing his lower between my teeth, sucking, then scraping until he whimpered and his fingers curled into my shoulder blades, blunt nails gouging my skin.

I pulled back and took Cameron’s hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Cameron to me, wrapping my hands around his thighs, kneading the muscles with my thumbs as I leaned closer to kiss the underside of his cock, and then lower on his sac. His muscles tensed beneath my palms as a breath whooshed from his lungs.

“I’m serious. I’m gonna lose it.”

“I thought you had the age and stamina advantage here.” I glanced up to see Cameron’s lower lip pinched between his teeth. I pressed my lips together to tame the smile trying to break loose at how hard he was working to keep his composure.It felt so damn good to make him react the way he was. There was a thrilling power in it that I couldn’t resist.

“Yeah, well, I guess not when there’s a hot professor’s ass involved.” Cameron stroked his hand over my head, then traced from my hairline down to the tip of my chin. “I dunno. You just really do it for me. So…lube?”

“I’ve got it.” I rose from the bed and dug around the nightstand drawer until I found the lube, stiff cock throbbing at the idea of Cameron inside me unsheathed, skin to skin. It was tantalizing enough to send me hastening back to the bed with the tube, which I dropped next to me before lying down on his stomach, resting my chin on my forearms.

A handful of seconds passed, and nothing happened. I had expected to feel Cameron’s weight as he sank onto the bed behind me or straddled me. Craning a look over my shoulder, I found him standing there frozen, one hand loosely gripping his cock as he stared down at me.

Oh god, did he not want to fuck me now? Was it too much? “Everything okay?”

“Fuck.” Cameron let out a laugh that sounded tinny. “I’m so damn nervous. God, this is embarrassing. I feel like such a noob. And then you spread out over the bed, and you’re so…and the way you dried me off like you actually… It’s just…nice. Really fucking nice.” He drew in a deep breath and shook his head. “Ignore me. I really want this, and I want to make you feel so good that I’m stressing myself out about it.”

I sat up in the bed, twisting around and moving to the edge so I could wrap my hands around Cameron’s waist as I looked up and told him, “I don’t want to ignore you. I don’t think I could even if I did want to. And you’re already making me feel good just standing there.” I leaned forward and kissed his hip, the top of one thigh and then the other. Cameron sighed, his fingertipsdrifting through my hair and sending an eager shiver running down the back of my neck.

“I’m ready now, I think,” Cameron whispered. “So ready.”

I lay back down on my stomach, and this time, Cameron followed after me, kissing up my calves and the backs of my thighs, trailing a light touch over my ass cheeks. “I can’t wait to feel you around me,” he said softly.

Lube-slick fingers parted my cheeks and stroked over the sensitive ring of muscle that clenched reflexively at the wet chill. I spread my legs wider, giving Cameron more access, and he jerked his cock slowly while rubbing my back and squeezing one ass cheek at a time in his other. It felt so fucking good to be touched like that, gentle and reverent all at once, and I couldn’t help the low moan that leaked from my lungs when he pressed a finger inside me.

His movements were exploratory and careful, tentative even, and though I wanted to combust from anticipation, I didn’t want to hurry him along or make him more nervous than he already was. It was a pleasurable form of torture, and my muscles relaxed, welcoming the intrusion as Cameron added a second finger, stretching me with an intensity that had me gasping for my next breath. “That’s perfect, baby, absolutely perfect.”

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CAM

Athrill ran through me at the praise, and I breathed in the clean scent of Grady’s skin as my fingers explored him, his quiet groans and the heat enveloping my fingers a mouthwatering cocktail that eased my nerves and ramped up my arousal until I was insane with the need to push inside him.