Page 47 of Teach Me
He was a landscape of sinew and skin spread out beneath me, the muscles of his broad back flexing with the press of my fingers, his skin silky under my touch as I traced the slope of his spine with my free hand. My heart pounded in rhythm with my own eager arousal as I pulled my fingers free and dipped lower to brush my lips over the curve of his shoulder.
“I want you.” His voice was husky and low when he turned his head to glimpse me over his shoulder.
I kissed him and eased lower, molding my body to the back of his, my cock slotting into the seam of his ass, where I couldn’t resist a slow thrust that lit a gratifying ache of anticipation inside me. I did it again and again, my eyes drifting shut at the sensation of the full-body contact. Grady’s tongue was like velvet in my mouth, and I sucked it in time with my rhythm. The undulation of my hips grew slippery with precum dripping frommy cock as my muscles tightened with tension and need. “You feel so fucking good, even like this.”
“Cameron.” The sound of my name on his lips, the strained way he whispered it like a sultry punctuation to my thrusts against him, was a catalyst that consumed the last of my hesitation. “Fuck me.”
I took a deep breath and shifted so I could press my cock against his entrance. I wanted him just like this, our bodies sealed together, no distance. When my cock kissed the rim of his hole, Grady whispered a curse, shifting under me. My fingers dug into the lean musculature of his ass as I spread his cheek and nudged the head of my cock closer.
“Oh fuck,” I panted, voice shaky as I felt him relax and heat grip me. “Fuck.”
Grady responded by pressing back against me, drawing a gasp from me that reverberated through my core and lit me up with the tight clench of his ass on my cock.
“Feels so fucking good,” I moaned. I’d fucking adored every sexual encounter we’d had. Feeling him push inside me was its own kind of stratospheric high. Swallowing his cum and him swallowing mine made me weak in the knees. But sliding inside Grady Lusk was on another level.
Cracking my eyes open, I caught Grady’s lust-drunk gaze as I began moving slowly, not wanting to give him too much too fast. Or me. Because feeling him surrounding me had me on edge already, my body tight as a bowstring.
I let go of his asscheek and dug my fingers into the sheets near his head, knuckles turning white as I rocked myself in and out of him, slow but steady. His breath hitched, and undiluted pleasure ricocheted through me, setting my nerves on fire.
“That’s it, baby. Like that.” Grady’s body arched and writhed in rippling waves of pure heat, and fuck, watching him lose himself was infinitely better than any drug I’d ever tried.
Every low, throaty grunt he made urged me on, and I moved faster as my desperation grew. My body thrummed with arousal that wound tighter with each thrust. Grady’s ass clenched around me, creating a delicious friction that pulled a groan from deep in my chest.
“You like it?” I whispered, pulling out and sliding back in, firm and deep.
“I…fuck yeah, gonna make me come. Don’t stop.” He reached a hand back, blindly grasping my thigh, and I laced the fingers of our others, gripping tight and using the leverage to pump deeper inside him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chanted as he stiffened and cried out with his release. The inferno in the pit of my stomach raged out of control with the sweet, slick friction of him against me and suddenly exploded in one giant shock wave that swallowed me whole. With a hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside him and let go, my orgasm pulsing out of me in electric bursts that stole my breath and made my hearing go funny.
Grady’s ass tightened, squeezing every drop of cum from my balls. And then he went slack, ragged breaths steadying as I collapsed on top of him. We were quiet except for the occasional low hum of satisfaction I murmured against his skin while I softened inside him.
I wanted to stay like this, buried inside him and surrounded by the musky scent of sex and sweat, but eventually, I pulled out carefully, loving the low sound of protest he made and the sight of his hole glistening with my cum. I rolled onto my side next to him, and as Grady shifted to face me, a strange sensation burgeoned inside of me, a kind of fragility mixed with confidence I’d never felt before. I wondered if this was what true intimacy was, this feeling of being attuned to him in a way I’d never been attuned to anyone else, this harmony ofunderstanding and desire and adoration all tangled together the way our limbs were.
Grady reached out, a lazy smile on his face as he ran his thumb along my lower lip. “What is it? What are you thinking?”
“I…I just…” I started. My throat felt raw. My gaze fell on his lips, plump and kiss-swollen, and my chest got tight with emotion that was stronger than lust or satisfaction. “I’m thinking that I’m glad I came here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and I don’t want to forget this. And also—” I paused, letting my eyes fall shut as he ran a fingertip down the length of my throat. “I want to do this again.”
Grady pulled me toward him with a chuckle and kissed my forehead. “We can definitely do it again. Though, maybe we should change the bedspread first. Feels like I’m lying in an ocean.”
The interiorof Grady’s car was spotless. He could’ve driven it off the lot the previous day, and I wouldn’t have known the difference. It was weird to be riding with him, one of those reminders that our time together was slivers of larger lives. I couldn’t help but be curious about him and who he was outside the classroom, especially when he wasn’t with me. I’d started thinking about that a lot more recently, and it was kind of a bummer because I loved seeing these slivers, gathering them up inside me and piecing them together.
But we’d agreed to a dead-end road, and I’d been one hundred percent okay with that at the time, so I wanted to stay true to my end of the bargain. He’d surprised the hell out of me by inviting me to his sister’s for the weekend, and I probably should have said no because that, too, seemed to be a littlebeyond the scope of what we’d agreed to. But the idea of a change of scenery, a real change of scenery where I could exist beyond my job, schoolwork, and parents, had been too tempting to refuse. Plus, the sex. I still couldn’t get enough. After the night before, I longed for more of seeing the professor undone, of seeing him outside of stolen moments. Even if we were hanging out with his family, for two whole nights, I’d have him to myself. We wouldn’t have to hurry or worry about anyone seeing us together.
Before we’d left, Grady had messaged his sister, letting her know he would be bringing a friend with him. I knew that arrangement was mostly him taking pity on me, but still, spending more time together thrilled me.
I stole glances at Grady as he focused on the road ahead, hands steady on the wheel. His profile, framed by the sunlight streaming through the windshield, was a blend of concentration and contentment that made my stomach swoop.
“Are you sure your sister won’t be pissed you’re bringing another person?” I didn’t ask the burning question which was what had his sister said when he’d told her he’d be bringing a someone with him?
Grady feathered a touch over my thigh, and I widened the splay of my legs automatically, hoping he’d leave it there. “Cameron, my sister has three kids under eleven. She’s already got the basement ready. One more person won’t make a difference. Fair warning, though: the basement is also the playroom, and last time I slept on the pull-out couch, I woke up with back pain that lasted a week. Turned out there was a Hot Wheels under the mattress.”
“Like the Princess and the Hot Wheels.”
He chuckled, the light touch on my thigh turning into a stronger squeeze.
“What’s your sister like?”
Grady glanced over at me, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips, the warmth in his eyes softening the seriousness that so often clouded them when he was talking about his work. I wondered if he was aware of the shift or how sexy it was.