Page 6 of Captivating His Pupil

I’m one of the first students to arrive in the studio, and I’m surprised to find that Nick’s already sitting at the front of the room. I guess I assumed that he had another class right before this one and that’s why he showed up so late before. Maybe I was wrong.

“Good afternoon, Riley,” he says, smiling at me as I sit down at my wheel. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with today.”

“I’m excited to get started,” I say, a pleasant fluttering sensation in my stomach.

When class starts, he gives us a short introduction, then turns us loose to work on our sketches. I finished mine over the weekend, so while he’s giving the rest of the class advice and pointing out things that might be difficult to execute for amateurs, I make tiny adjustments to my work.

Finally, with about ten minutes left in the class, Nick stops next to me. He’s quiet at first, looking over the sketch I’ve come up with. He makes a satisfied noise and taps his finger against the page.

“This looks good, Riley,” he says, his face lighting up when we lock eyes. “Do you mind staying after class so we can discuss it a little further?”

“Yeah, sure,” I say, detecting an undercurrent of something else in his words. I have a feeling he wants to do more than talk about my work.

“Perfect,” he says. “I’m going to wrap up class here in a second.”

With that, he makes his way back to the front of the room. He comments on how pleased he is with the work that we’ve done and reminds us that the final sketches will be due at the beginning of our next class. Then, after giving us an update on how our first throws are drying, he dismisses us. I pack up like everyone else, but I choose to stay in my seat until the room is empty.

“I’m not going to make you late to anything, right?” he asks when I stop in front of him.

“Nope,” I confirm. “This is my last class of the day.”

“Good, good,” he says kindly. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” I say, hating the way anxiety flares in my chest. Did I do something wrong?

“I realized something over the weekend,” he says, his tone doing nothing to quell my nerves. But when he continues, the feeling immediately dissipates. “I’m attracted to you, Riley. I think we have a real connection, and I really want to explore that more.”

“I–” I start, my words getting tangled in my mind. “Me too. I feel like that, too.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, gently cupping my cheek the same way he did over the weekend.

My eyes flutter closed before our lips connect. It’s even more magical this time than it was last. I grab onto his elbows, needing more points of contact. Knowing he feels the same connection that I do makes me want even more.

He deepens the kiss, nipping lightly at my bottom lip. Instinctually, my mouth opens, and Nick’s tongue probes at the seam. When I gasp, he chuckles darkly and slides his palms down to my shoulders. Things feel like they’re getting more heated, and even though I’ve never done anything further, I need things to progress.

“I want you,” he says, pulling away from my mouth and looking down at me. “I want all of you.”

“I want you, too,” I say. Then, because I think it’s important that he knows, I add, “I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“That’s okay,” he assures me, rubbing my shoulders through my shirt. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“But what if I want everything?”

He laughs, leaning down to kiss me again before saying, “So eager. But I don’t think we have enough time for much.”

“Oh,” I say, not hiding my disappointment and dropping my gaze. “I understand.”

“Hey,” he replies, forcing my chin up so I’m looking at him again. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do anything.”

“Okay,” I say, smiling into our next kiss.

“Let me get you out of these,” he murmurs, his hands going to the front of my jeans as he connects our mouths again.

While he’s kissing me, he shoves my pants and underwear down. I feel so exposed, but also thrilled at the fact that this is happening in a semi-public area. I’ve never really put much thought into what I’d like in situations like these, but I definitely like that there’s a chance of someone walking in and catching us in the act.

Nick continues to kiss me while I step out of my clothes. Then his hands are on my ass, kneading the sensitive flesh. Unexpectedly, he lifts me from the floor and sets me on the desk a few feet behind us. I miss his mouth when he breaks our kiss, but as soon as he kneels in front of me, I don’t care about the loss.

“Nick,” I moan, struggling to keep my eyes on him as he kisses my inner thigh.

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