Page 23 of Call Me Teach

“More,” she demands, tilting her hips to my face.

“Good girl. That’s more like it. Don’t be afraid to tell someone what you want.” I bite gently before releasing her clit and sucking. I put a finger inside her, and she moans at the pleasure. Her hot, tight walls clamp onto me, and it forces me to get her off because I can’t help but crave more of that sound coming from her mouth.

“Fuck,” I whisper at the sound coming from the apartment. “Hurry and be quiet.”

The shutting of the front door is hardly loud enough to make it to my bedroom, but I knew Van and Hayes would be coming home sooner or later, and they picked the worst possible time.

“I…I can’t.” She’s panicking.

“Yes, you can, Han. Focus on what I’m doing to you and nothing else. I’ll keep you quiet.”

Why is it so fulfilling for me topleasure herandtake care of her?

My heart thumps painfully, and when I suck a little harder on her clit and pinch her nipple, I feel the orgasm against my fingers. I slap my other hand over her mouth. “Bite down.”

Her teeth sink into my palm, and something wickedly hot rushes right to my dick.Fuck me.

The way her hips move against my face is purely seductive, and it feels like a trap.

Hannah has me pinned, and I’m not talking about her knees pressed against my ears.

EIGHTEEN

ONE LESSON WASN’T ENOUGH

Hannah

“Go,” he urges, opening the door and peeking down the dark hallway.

I slip past him, but his hand wraps around my waist as the last second, and he pulls me back. I land against his chest, and my hair flies past my face. One second, I’m confused, and the next, I’m consumed. Nolan’s mouth works over mine slowly but deeply with his hand cupped against my cheek and tangled in my hair.

I breathe in the charged air in cupfuls.

“‘Night, Hannah,” he whispers, gently pushing me out the door.

I can’t manage to say anything back to him. I’m too jarred by his gentle touch and lingering kiss.

Things feel different.

My body is sated, but my heart is jumbled.

There’s a distinct pull in my chest, and I’m too flustered to decipher what it is, even after I lie on the couch for an hour, tossing and turning.

I nibble on my thumb and try to fall asleep, but every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is Nolan.

Nolan’s mouth.

Nolan’s cheeky smile.

Nolan’s quick gaze when I enter the room.

Nolan’s low voice in the dark, coaxing me to break for him.

Damnit.

This isn’t good.

The orgasms are messing with my head.

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