Page 17 of Call Me Teach

I swallow and nod, although my throat is slowly closing.

“Can you see okay, Hannah?” His question is a tease, and I feel it in between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping my attention from his face to his moving hand. He was already hard when he stripped, but somehow, he’s even harder. His dick makes his hand look small, but there is nothing small about Nolan. He’s six feet three inches tall, and there isn’t a muscle on his body that isn’t painted with strength.

“This is what it’s like to feel fully confident, babe.” His hand moves up and down as he continues to milk himself, and there’s a well-known throb in my core. “I like you watching me,” he admits.

“You do?” I ask in complete awe.

“I fucking love it. It’s hot watching you watch me.”

His head flings backward, and his jaw slacks with pleasure.

I stand up because I can’t sit any longer. My chest heaves with something intense, and I bite my lip harder when he moves his hand up and down at a pace that has me imagining all sorts of dirty things. Our eyes catch, and he raises an eyebrow after flinging the water from his face off into the distance.

“Hannah…” My name is strained coming from his mouth. “If you want something, take it.”

It’s like he just summoned me somehow.

I erase the distance between us, and although I’m fully dressed, I let the warm water pelt me from above. I grab onto him and take over.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

His hold on my wrist pushes me to go faster. I grip him hard, and pleasure courses through my veins. I have never wanted to please a man to this extent before. It always felt like a job to me, a task that had no reward at the end, but watching Nolan completely lose himself is enough to feed my dirty thoughts for years. “Keep going. Just like that,” he coaxes. “And then it’s your turn.”

His hips flex into my hand, and as soon as his head falls back, he’s coming into the stream of the shower with his fingertips biting the inside of my wrist. Once he lets go and opens his eyes, I feel scorched, as if his green eyes are fire.

Nolan takes a step closer to me and quickly undoes the button of my jeans. He pushes the denim down past my hips, and I kick my shoes off to the bench. I’m in nothing but my panties and damp blue sweater with his come swirling beneath our feet and down the drain.

“Spread, Hannah.”

I do as he says.

“And keep your eyes on me the entire time.”

THIRTEEN

WET DREAMS

Nolan

Hannah Evans is what wet dreams are made of.

Her hands fall to my shoulders, and I embrace the way her nails dig into my wet skin.

I hold her steady with one arm around her back, but the other is in between her legs, and I’m toying with her to make the moment last longer.

My mouth skims her ear. “Did you enjoy the show?”

She whimpers out a yes, and I smile. “Do you want to know what I thought of while jerking myself off in front of you?”

Hannah climbs to her tiptoes in a poor attempt to get my hand to move lower. I know where she wants to be touched, and it feels a little bit like an honor for her to not shy away like the last time.

“Ye–yeah,” she answers.

“I thought of that pretty little moan from the other night.” My teeth sink into her earlobe, and she turns her head to give me more access. I brush a thumb over her clit, and she shivers in my arms.God.“And then I thought of what you’ll feel like coming on my dick.” I smile against her wet neck as the shower continues torain on top of us. “I can’t wait to see you get off with me inside of you.”

“You’re… so…confident.” She’s barely able to get the words out.

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