Page 90 of Plays Well With Others

Fucking shivering.

She drags her nails along my skin, making me hiss. Then she dips her face near my dick and presses a kiss right next to my cock.

Tease. Fucking tease. “Did you tease Little Carter too?”

She looks up and flashes me a sexy grin. “Maybe I did. Maybe he liked it.”

“I bet he did,” I murmur.

“Do you?”

I grip the base of my cock, pointing it toward her mouth, squeezing out a drop of arousal. “Yes. Now, treat me like a piece of candy.”

She flicks her tongue across the drop and then hums. But my tease of a student is so defiant. She still doesn’t take me between those pretty pink lips. She lets her lush chestnut locks fall like a silky curtain over my throbbing cock, then rubs her face against it.

Jesus. She’s like a sex cat, rubbing her soft cheek on my dick, and I’m vibrating with lust. Finally, she flicks the tip of her tongue over the head. It’s so good it’s unholy. “Yessss,” I moan.

She draws the crown past her lips, and my brain pops with excitement. Rachel learning how to suck me off is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can hardly teach her when she’s written her own lesson plan, and it involves licking the tip with abandon.

When she swirls her tongue under the head, my thighs shake. It’s not just the motion of her tongue. It’s the expression on her face.Delight.The way she sucks me like she loves it.

She’s murmuring against my shaft as she draws me a little deeper. My internal temperature kicks up to thermonuclear.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I can feel her smile against my dick.

I’m honestly not sure she needs any instruction. She’s clearly been practicing on Little Carter. She’s done her homework. But there’s one thing she could do. “Use your hands too, baby,” I urge.

She blinks, then drops me from her mouth. “I forgot,” she says. “I was too excited. Thanks for the reminder.”

Dear god.

It’s a wonder I don’t blow right now.

I reach past her to grab the lube. She holds open her hands, and I drizzle some into her palms.

“You’re a two-hander.” She says it like she’s proud of my dick or maybe of her ability to take care of it. My eager girl is back on me with a throaty purr, her mouth a warm heaven, her hands a slick tunnel.

And I’m incinerated.

It’s not the technique. It’s not the placement of her hands. It’s her—the sounds she makes. The enthusiasm she shares with me. The excitement that’s palpable in her touch, in her body, in her eyes.

She wants this to be good for me.

She practiced on a silicone dildo to give me a blow job. If that doesn’t say dedication, I don’t know what does.

Her hands slide along the base, her tongue corkscrewing over the head.

Electricity crackles in me when she rolls her tongue down the underside of my shaft. I’m so damn sensitive there that I’m moaning, gasping, then just begging. “Finish me off, baby. I’m so fucking close.”

In no time, her lips wrap tightly around me again, and everything is throbbing urgently. Her hands are slick and hot; her mouth is paradise. I grunt out an alert. “Coming,” I mutter.

She swallows my release, then seconds later, as I’m sighing and panting, she grabs the towel and wipes her hands.

“C’mere,” I tell her. She climbs onto my lap, and I cup her face. She looks happier than I’ve ever seen her. I don’t know what to make of that, exceptthese lessons are working on her.

They’re also working on me. Almost too well on me, but those are the risks. And I’m racing full speed ahead through them, no matter the danger.

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