Asher did things to her neck and throat that made her moan into my mouth—sucking, nipping, that spot just below her ear that made her shiver. I heard every sound she made, felt every tremor that ran through her body.
Her nails dug into my back through my shirt. I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips swollen and pink. She was absolutely beautiful. Then I tilted her head toward Asher.
He took her mouth without hesitation, and I ran my hands over her body. Down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist. Over her hips. Then up again, sliding over her ribs until my thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts.
This time, she moaned into Asher’s mouth.
I cupped her breasts through her shirt and bra, squeezing gently. Finding her nipples, I teased them through the fabric, rolling them between my fingers the way I had in the gym. Her back arched, pressing into my touch.
My cock was hard as steel, straining against my jeans. I couldn’t help it—I stroked myself once, twice, through the denim. Just to take the edge off.
Then it was my turn for another kiss. Zoe kept her eyes closed and seemed content to practice her kissing technique for as long as necessary. What a good fucking student.
This time Asher explored her body while she clung to me. His hands were everywhere—her sides, her thighs, her stomach. I felt her tremble when his fingers explored the waistband of her skirt.
Then she moaned, her legs parting slightly, and I knew his hand had slid lower. Not under her panties, as far as I could tell, but close enough.
I kissed along her jawline and throat as her moans filled the room. Her fingers clawed at my back, desperate.Her body started to tremble in earnest—that telltale shake that meant she was close.
So fucking close.
Asher still had his hand down the front of her skirt, working her over. He watched her face, waiting for the moment. His eyes were dark with lust, his own breathing rough.
But then I met his gaze and shook my head.
Not yet.
What the fuck? his expression said.
I could have pushed her closer to the edge. Could have made her frantic and desperate to come, working her into a hormonal frenzy until she didn’t know which way was up. It would have been easy.
But I had a responsibility here. To do this right. To introduce her to these pleasures the way she deserved. By letting the anticipation build and making sure every step was something she’d remember.
Within reason, anyway.
Asher grumpily withdrew his fingers, and Zoe groaned—a sound of pure frustration. She leaned forward almost unconsciously, as if chasing the sensation.
But then finally, with a sigh, she opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as if the world had changed since she’d last seen it.
And maybe it had.
“You did well for lesson one.” I kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair away from her face.
“We’re done?” Her voice was breathy and sexy as fuck. How the hell had a woman who looked like her made it almost all the way through college without getting laid?
“For now,” I finally said. “But tomorrow night is lesson two, and I promise you’re going to like it.”
She gave me a smile, her lips swollen and pink. “I think I will, too.”
Asher cupped her cheek, as if reminding her he was there. “Did you know there’s a school uniform?” he whispered in her ear, so softly I barely heard.
“There is?” she asked.
“Yes. Tomorrow, wear that black pencil skirt that fits your hips like a glove. Your highest heels, one of your fancy button-down shirts...” He paused. “And no panties.”
Her pupils widened as her breath caught. “But... but it’s cold out.”
I chuckled. “And you think a scrap of fabric would keep you warm? It’s won’t. But we will, tomorrow night.”
