Page 55 of Taming His Teacher

When I do, he slips his thumb inside, and I cinch my lips around the last joint, closing my eyes; licking, sucking.

I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes sucking my own thumb. It’s something I hate, that I’ve done my best to hide from anyone I’ve shared a bed with. Will used to make fun of me even though it only happens when I’m stressed far above and beyond my constant low hum of anxiety. I can’t help it. It’s something shameful. But this—Shep’s thumb between my teeth, his hand holding my jaw—god, is it sexy. So sexy I’m making more of those embarrassing sex noises.

“Lace your hands behind your head.”

He doesn’t tell me to let go of his thumb, so I don’t, but work my hands up and under, my fingers getting tangled in my hair. The motion’s arched my back and it makes me notice my breasts more. Shep notices them more, too. He cups the neglected one and squeezes before he treats this nipple to the same attention the other one received earlier.

I’m whimpering around his thumb and I wish he had more hands. I’m insatiable. I want him to touch me everywhere all at once.

“I’m going to touch you between your legs. Is that okay?”

I nod emphatically.Yes, yes, yes.The corner of his mouth tips up and his gaze follows his hand skimming over my stomach. I expect him to slip inside my underwear—the sexiest pair I have—but he slides fingers and a palm over the gusset of the powder-blue lace and then presses the heel of his hand above my clit, making my hips buck to get the contact I want. God, I’m shameless. But he doesn’t seem to mind. “Again.”

I’m frozen until he presses down on my pubic bone, and again I lever my hips against the not-quite-satisfactory contact. “That’s right. Again.”

My hips cant up and as soon as they hit the fabric of the couch cushion, he says, “Again. You’re going to rub your pussy on my hand until you come. Again.”

I want his fingers, all of him, inside of me but if this is what he wants me to have, if this is how he wants to watch me get off, I’m not going to argue. I rock against him, and he cups my sex, his fingers warm and hard through the thin fabric. I press harder and faster, moaning in time with my thrusts and then… Oh.Oh.My insides clench around nothing, and I rub the aftershocks out on his palm.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time getting myself off when Will left, and even when he hadn’t yet, mostly while I was single-handedly reading one of the books under my bed, but there’s something about orgasming under another person’s touch. Shep leaves his hand resting between my legs when I’ve burnt myself out but he extracts his thumb from my mouth and puts it in his own before he kisses me and strokes my neck.

“Did you like that, lamb?”

“Yes, Zach.”

“Would you like to do it again?”

“Now?”

He laughs and tightens his grip around my sex, wringing one last pulse of climax from my body. “Not now.”

“Then yes, I’d like to do it again.”

“Would you like me to put my fingers inside of you?”

Through the damp fabric of my underwear, he traces my labia and applies pressure at my entrance.

“Yes, Zach.”

“Would you like me to put my cock inside you?”

“Yes, Zach.”

“Long winter weekend is coming. While the guys are gone, and the Silvas are in Aruba, I’m going to fuck you.”

Long winter weekend is three weeks away. He’s going to make me wait three whole weeks? “But—”

He presses his thumb against my lips and I hush. “Whether or not you want to have sex is up to you. But once you’ve said yes, you’re ready,whenis not. I don’t want you worrying about people being able to hear, or whether some stray student is going to come knocking at the door.

“Even though I want to flip you over and have my way with you, I’m not going to. For the next three weeks, we’re going to date like normal people because I’ve never had a girlfriend and I don’t know that I’m going to have another one. So let me, okay?”

It’s like my heart’s a game of KerPlunk and all the marbles fell out. I would’ve waited before and not because he told me so. Everyone deserves to wait until they’re ready. But what he’s just said? Kills me dead. More than my orgasm, more than the teasing. He moves his thumb so I can answer. “Okay, Shep.”

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Shep

For three weeks, we torture each other. I take Erin out the one night a week we both have off and I walk down to Turner every night she’s on duty so I can walk her back to her apartment. The first night I showed up, I brought her a lily and I held her hand as we walked up that path for the hundredth time. But this time feels a world away from the others. Like my life is starting over. Like I’ve earned something worth having.

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