Tip fourteen; lick it, make it wet before you pleasure him. The wetter it is, the better it is. Base to tip, lick it.
Ivy
Asher leans over me, his eyes staring deeply into mine, lips glistening and puffy.
Do I look the same? I refrain from lifting a hand to touch them, to feel how swollen they might be.
"So-" Asher says, leaning back slightly. "What do you want to learn?"
It's like a bucket of ice water has been slammed over me, shocking every thought from my body.
I don't say anything for a moment, my mind lingering on the kiss. That kiss didn't feel like a lesson, it felt like-
But it was, I cut my musings off. It was a lesson and I need to remember that.
"Ivy?" Asher's voice is probing, curious and he reaches forward, finger hooking under my chin to force my eyes to his. "What do you want?"
I swallow the saliva in my mouth, looking into his blue eyes. "I-" have no idea is what I don't say, everything, nothing?
"What have you done?"
The blush hits my cheeks and I glance away. "Well, kiss-"
He chuckles. "Got that."
I glare at him and force myself to just spit out all the words, that way my embarrassment is quick. "Sex, hand job, blow job, fingering." I say them so quickly that it comes out as one big jumble and Asher blinks at me when I'm done.
"Did you give Dain a blowjob?"
Mortification hits me at the words, said so casually even if the skin around Asher's eyes tightens.
"How did you-" I cut off, shaking my head.
He hates Dain, the captain of the universities rival hockey team and Asher's biggest pain in the ass. And I didn't tell him who it was that started this whole thing.
What was I thinking choosing him?
He called me pretty and took me out for breakfast and told me he thought he could fall in love with a girl like me and then I just - it was a facade.
"No," I shake my head, "that was another guy, I just had sex with Dain and gave him a hand job." The more I say the words, the less I feel embarrassed. At least that's what I tell myself anyway.
I look up at Asher's face, trying to figure out what he's thinking when his eyes snap to me, slightly wide. "Wait, did you give your virginity to Dain fucking Chamber's?"
I swallow at the anger on his face and almost don't answer but then I realise that what Asher thinks doesn't matter, it's done now and I already regret it.
I straighten on the bed, "What does it matter? It's done now."
Asher rears back, "Ivy, it matters because-" he cuts himself off with a shake of his head. "Actually, you're right. It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't?" I ask confused at his whiplash of emotion.
"It sucked anyway, didn't it?"
I scowl. "What's your point?"
"My point is that Dain is a selfish bastard and should've gone down on you before he had sex with you. Have you done that?"
"No." I utter, moving back on the bed when Asher moves closer.
