My teeth sink into my lower lip, color flooding my cheeks. My thighs clench around him of their own accord, the motion making us both groan.
“What about this one?” I ask, my fingers curling around his wrists. “How do I get out of this hold?”
“Trouble…” Matthew’s voice sounds almost pained.
His cheeks are flushed, our ragged breaths mingling together as I lean closer. The fire burning in his brown eyes consuming me.
“We should get back home,” Matthew whispers, his voice coming out husky, but he makes no attempt to move.
I shake my head. “I want you to show me.”
Our noses touch.
Gazes hold.
Lips brushing together.
That’s all it takes.
One brush.
Matthew lets out a curse that’s swallowed by my kiss. I grind my hips over his length as my tongue slides into his mouth, his tongue meeting mine.
Hard. Demanding. Unyielding.
His kiss devours me, sucking all the breath from my lungs. He might be the one pinned to the ground, wrists bound, but he doesn’t let it deter him one bit. His mouth swipes over mine as his hips rise to meet mine, arms spreading.
In a blink of an eye, I’m the one sprawled on my back, Matthew’s arms holding my waist as his body hoovers over mine.
“Damn, you couldn’t let me live in this fantasy?” I groan half-heartedly.
The amusement dances in his irises as he glances at me. He leans down, nipping at my lower lip. “You can’t outplay your teacher, but nice try.”
I smirk. “But I do get to play?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MATTHEW
My heart is racing as I stare at Jessica, who’s watching me with those big doe eyes, only there is nothing sweet in them right now. Any uncertainty and fear have been erased with each new move she’s mastered, and now there is only raw desire burning in her gaze, and my body can’t resist its call.
She pushes me back, so I sit on my knees, making sure not to squash her in the process. Her fingers grip the hem of my shirt, lifting it up. I grab it from her, raising it the rest of the way and pulling it over my head before tossing it aside.
Jessica’s warm fingers land on my chest. My muscles ripple under her touch, my skin burning as she explores my stomach, tracing each ridge all the way down to the band of my sweatpants.
I clasp my fingers around her wrist, gently moving her hand to the side as I lean down.
“You’re not the only one who wants to play,” I whisper against her ear, nibbling at the soft flesh.
Jessica sucks in a breath, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she watches me through hooded eyes. Slowly, I trace her skinwith my tongue before pressing my mouth against the hollow of her throat and then moving down, down, down…
She’s dressed in one of those gym outfits of hers that drive me nuts. The sports bra has a zipper on the front, so I grab it with my teeth and pull it down, peeling the material slowly away until it falls to the mat, her gorgeous tits popping out.
I reach out and palm them, my thumbs sliding over her nipples. They turn into hard peaks immediately, and I can’t stop the self-satisfied smirk that tugs at my lips.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, pushing them up and flicking my tongue over one hard bud. Jessica moans softly, her back arching. “And so freaking responsive.”
I suck the nipple into my mouth.
