He groans against my clit, which only has me whimpering harder. I fall back onto the bed, arching my back, fisting the sheets on either side of me. Whatever he’s doing to my clit, he isn’t stopping, and my pleasure is arching higher and higher.
“Oh god, that feels so good, that feels so good,” I chant, grinding my hips against him. In my right mind, I’d be horrified by that, but all I can think about right now is chasing the pleasure that’s coiling tighter and tighter inside of me.
And suddenly it hits me. I’m about to come.
Sure, I’ve come before. But only alone. Only by myself. Never have I had an orgasm in the presence of anyone else—much lessbysomeone else.
But I only have a moment to dwell on how terrifying that is—how vulnerable it is—before my climax washes through me and I’m crying out, gripping the bedsheets, my legs shaking. I squeeze my eyes shut as the waves rush through me, and I’m only barely aware of Graham repositioning my dress and then sliding up beside me on the bed, gently pulling my body against him.
Chest still heaving, I open my eyes to find his blue ones staring down at me. He grins. “Did you like that?”
A strangled laugh leaves my lips, then, “Yeah.”
He grins, partially self-satisfied, but also genuine. “Good,” he says before pressing a kiss to my cheek. It somehow feels incredibly intimate, even after what he just did. “Consider it lesson number one.”
“You’re a good teacher,” is all I manage to say.
He grins wider and shrugs. “So I’ve been told.”
Then it hits me. “What about you?” I ask, suddenly feeling embarrassingly selfish for the fact that Graham got nothing out of this exchange here. I start to sit up, even though I have no ideawhatI’d even do. I’ve heard of blowjobs and handjobs and such, but I can only guess at their execution.
But Graham just chuckles, sitting up with me but shaking his head. “How about we push that lesson to another time?”
I cock my head, unsure. “Really? But aren’t you …” I glance briefly at his jeans, where I’m pretty sure I can see … something.
“Really,” he answers.
“But I feel bad being the only one who had a good time,” I admit.
At this, Graham raises his eyebrows, and then—helaughs. “Dee, if you think I didn’t have a good time with you coming on my face, then you have a whole lot more to learn about men.”
Surprise, embarrassment, and even a little bit of satisfaction courses through me at his words, and I grin softly. “Yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says.
I’m quiet for a moment, and then, “But what if I … want to?”
Graham’s smile turns into more of a smirk, and I can feel my face heating again. “Want to what?” he asks pointedly.
I huff out a mildly frustrated sigh at his coyness. “I don’t know, like, what you did to me.”
His grin widens. “If you wanna suck my cock, Trouble, all you have to do is ask.”
My face is on fire, my stomach a tangle of nerves, but deep down … Idoreally want to.Whydo I even want to do it? For the longest time, the idea of oral always felt so odd, and even gross, but something about what Graham just did to me makes me want to do everything in my power to bring him the same kind of pleasure.
My gaze flits to his. “Tell me what to do,” I say.
His eyes darken, and he stands, moving to unclasp his belt. I watch, mesmerized, as he moves to his jeans button, then his zipper.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” he instructs, and it sends another flash of heat through my core.
I do as he says, and the action feels both like submission and something so, so naughty. I stare up at him as he pushes down the front of his jeans, his underwear, gripping his cock and pulling it out.
I suck in a shaky breath at the size of him, because, even thought he’d warned me, it does seem … much too large to fit in my mouth.
“What do I …” I swallow. “… do?”
While my eyes aren’t on his face, I can feel the smile in his voice. “What do you wanna do, Trouble?”
