Page 61 of The Lessons

I let myself put my hands in his hair for the first time. It was soft and thick, just as I’d imagined. I felt my finger brush against something hard, and for a second, I forgot what it was.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, did that hurt?” I froze— I had hit his hearing aid.

He smiled down at me. “No. It’s fine. Don’t worry; you can’t hurt me. Oh, and Natalie?”

I looked up at him.

“Relax, okay? Try to not think and just concentrate on the sensations.”

I swallowed and nodded. Right. The sensations. Got it.

He pulled me back into him, and I felt my body slip away as I gave myself over to thesensationof Ryan in my mouth. Ryan’s fingers in my hair. Ryan’s cock against my thigh.

“Give me your hand,” he whispered in my ear. I obliged, and he took my hand in his, running it down so that I could feel his cock pressing the bounds of his boxer briefs. As I ran my fingers over it, Ryan tugged the fabric off, and I tried not to gasp. Now, I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but I’m sure he was above average.

Definitely above average.

“You can touch it,” he offered.

“I—I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered tentatively.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. Here.” He took my hand again and gently laid it along the shaft. It was warm and hard but incredibly soft and smooth. I ran my fingers up and down, and I heard his breath hitch. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark and hooded, his gaze trained on me. I looked back down at his cock and found myself wondering: was this what I’d been so afraid of? Because this was not a cause for alarm. No, this was actually kind of amazing.

And then my phone rang.

“Ignore it,” Ryan murmured.

I pulled away, embarrassed. “I just want to put it on silent. Hang on.” I fumbled at the side of the bed for my purse. It was a text from Brad, asking about our date on Saturday.Nice timing.

“I am so sorry,” I mumbled, still stuck in the haze from a minute ago. I switched off the ringer and turned back around.

“Your boyfriend?”

“Ha.”

“The guy from the other day?”

“Josh? No, I told you he wasn’t my boyfriend.”

He laughed. “Then who was it? You just blushed something fierce.”

Shit.I did? Goddammit.

I closed my eyes. Crap. “Just a date.”

“A date?” Ryan’s look cooled. “Natalie, are you—?”

“No!” I snapped. “I’ve only gone out with him once. For coffee. I figured that by the time, you know,itrolled around, we’d be done with our…lessons.”

Ryan sat there, considering my response.

Ryan

“Oh, yeah? So…who is he?” I asked slowly, trying not to betray any emotion. I wanted to seem interested, but nottoointerested, if you know what I mean. Trying to balance this while my cock was out was proving interesting.

“No one. Just someone from work.” She looked uncomfortable, and I instantly felt bad for pressing. Holy hell, I was supposed to be helping this girl. Not berating her for getting on with her life. What did I expect? For her to stay single forever? For her to tear up the contract and pull me down on the bed? She wasn’t going to do that—we were talking aboutNatalie, for Christ’s sake.

I took a deep breath. I was doing my best to make this experience a good one for her. I couldn’t give up now. “That’s good, Natalie. Just keep to the contract, and we’ll be fine. Now, where were we?” I looked down at her lying on the bed and slowly rubbed my jaw. “Yes. Right.” I turned and pulled myself up so I was hovering over her, allowing my cock to brush against her cunt. The sensation made her eyes roll back in her head a little, and I knew I had her full attention once again.

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