He grins and reaches down, lifting a thick book and dropping it onto the table with a loud thud that earns us a few looks.
My eyes drop to it then flash back to his amused ones.
A human anatomy book.
Asher starts flipping the pages and I focus on the book again, feeling my cheeks heat even though it's just a book.
And then I'm suddenly faced with a full-page diagram of a penis, neatly labelled and everything.
"So," Asher says, suddenly adopting a mock-professor tone, "Lesson one. Male anatomy."
I glance around again. The library is almost empty now - just us and a librarian who absolutely does not care.
Asher wastes no time, moving his hand from one spot to the next.
"This is where most sensation is concentrated." He taps his fingers on the tip of the penis. I refrain from looking too closely. "Obviously this is the head of the penis. Pay attention to it and you'll get a reaction."
Heat crawls up my neck.
He points at another spot. "That's the glans." He moves on quickly. "Now, some guys may have foreskin, some may not, that's fine and totally normal." He pauses long enough that I look up at him, "I do not, in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't." I mumble.I was.
"Now, this slit here is the urethral opening, it's where we pee from."
I roll my eyes, "I know that." I lay a palm flat over the image until he looks up at me with a raised brow, "I know what a penis looks like, Asher."
His blue eyes narrow and for a second he looks like he wants to ask me a question, but he holds his tongue, giving me a pointed look. "Do you want help or not?"
I roll my eyes, "fine, continue."
He moves my hand from the image; fingers wrapped around my wrist before he lets go and starts pointing once more.
I flex my fingers, feeling the aftermath of his touch like a physical entity.
Asher shrugs, "It can also be very sensitive for some guys, meaning that when you pay attention to it, you will get a reaction."
I absorb the information quicker than I was taking in the information for my actual assignment, waiting for the next morsel Asher is going to give me.
He takes the pen I didn't realise was still in my hands.
"This part," he says, pointing to the underside near the head, "is the frenulum. Highly sensitive. Focus here and-" he lowers his voice, "-you're almost guaranteed results."
"Now you're just reading from the book." I mutter.
"Shh, no talking in my classroom." He hushes, grinning at my discomfort as I see the librarian walking around, and I feel like she's inching closer.
"Are we done?" I say quietly and Asher flashes me a smug grin that just spells trouble.
So that's a no.
"Now, I don't know about you but I'm not expecting every girl to deep throat me," he continues, far too calmly for how my heart is racing right now, but there's a saucy grin on his lips. "So, here's the practical takeaway. Focus on the tip. Use your hands for the rest. Firm grip,notdeath grip."
I clear my throat and look to Asher.How is he not embarrassed right now? How is he so comfortable with all this?
"But-"
He grins, continuing, "Hollow out your cheeks andsuck. Try not to bite. A little teeth action is okay but, try not to."
