Sex. Orgasms. Smiles.
“I need an orgasm.” The words come unbidden.
“Is that so? Has your tutoree not been giving you what you need?”
I groan. “Not at all.”
“I think I can take care of that for you.”
Grabbing my hand, Nick pulls me up to stand, and I crash into his hard chest as his mouth slants over mine.
Heat and tension swirl around us as we both fight to take control of this kiss. Nick’s hand in my hair tips my head back as he licks his way along my jaw.
“I want to fuck you, Bex.”
I hold tight to him because I want it. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
“Do it, Nick.”
Stepping back from him, I lean against the edge of my desk and start to undo the buttons on my blouse. The gray sweats Nick is wearing do nothing to hide his growing erection.
It’s a mouthwatering sight to see how hard I make him.
“Are you wet for me, Bex?”
“Why don’t you see?” I try to spread my thighs, but my skirt constrains them.
The smile Nick wears is downright devious as he pulls me to the edge of the desk, leaning me back so I don’t topple over. Shoving my skirt up, Nick drags a knuckle over the wet spot on my cotton underwear.
“Are you always like this for me?” Nick kneels down, licking and sucking his way up my thigh. “Always thinking of me on my knees for you? Worshipping you like you deserve to be?”
Nick closes his lips over my clit, sucking it through my underwear, and I buck up into his mouth.
“Gah!” I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to be quiet.
Nick stops what he’s doing, turning a wet smile to me. “You can’t be loud. No one can know I’m in here.”
I nod, keeping my hand where it is.
“Good girl. Now, if you’re not, I’m going to have to punish you later.”
“Maybe I want you to punish me.”
He bites into my thigh, licking the sting away. “Noted, Bex.”
It almost makes me want to be loud just so I can take what he dishes out. It’s always the quiet ones. When we started this thing, Nick bumbled his way through every lesson. It was sweet, how nervous he got. But the second things escalated, it’s like a switch flipped.
Gone was the Nick who was always nervous. In his place was a commanding man, who takes what he wants. Who is kind and caring, but knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom.
Where has this confident man been hiding, and how did I ever think he needed lessons?
The way he kisses is like he is memorizing every nip and dip of my mouth. The way his hands know exactly how to please me is like he’s been doing this for years.
Nick Brooks-Young is a master of pleasure.
Pushing my underwear to the side, Nick blows warm air over my aching pussy. I drop my head back as his tongue slips inside me.
Between that and his fingers on my clit, I’m in heaven. Pure ecstasy as I let Nick work me over.
