And then as the song ended, the climax ended too, each wave growing smaller and shorter until I was nothing but a limp wreck on the shore of it, breathing hard and fast in my chair.
Kallum sat back on his heels, licking his lips like he’d just finished an ice cream cone and already wished he had another one. There was a glisten of sweat at his hairline and on his chest, and in his boxer briefs, his cock was a colossal bar. It stretched all the way to his hip, and he’d adjusted himself so that the wide head of it peeped above the elastic band of his briefs. Something glistened along the slit. Pre-come.
“I have an idea,” I blurted, and he stared at me as he slowly wiped his beard with the back of his hand. “For another lesson.”
Chapter Ten
Kallum
Winnie looked down at me with heavy eyes. “I want to see it,” she said.
I rocked forward onto my knees, spreading her legs again. “See what, Winnie Baker?”
“I showed you mine,” she said cutely. “You show me yours.”
“We use our big-girl words,” I told her even though I was pretty sure the sight of her just looking at my naked erection would bring me to the finish line.
She braced herself on the arms of the throne and kicked off one of her flats before dragging her toe up the inside of my thigh, over my hungry dick, and up the trail of hair leading to my chest. With a little bit of bossiness in her tone, she said, “Show me your cock, Kallum Lieberman.”
And I just sat there, frozen in place. Winnie—sweet, wholesome, darling Winnie—was filthy. And not only that, but she was my exact flavor of filth. She’d stunned me with her naughty little foot, tracing its way up my body, and my brain couldn’t make words.
She dropped her foot and leaned forward. “Did I say it right? Did I sound weird? How does everyone else sound so sexy when they say things like that out loud? Saying it in my head is getting easier, but—”
I held a finger up to her lips as I stood to my feet. With my free hand, I guided her fingers to the waistband of my boxer briefs. “You can see it all you want, baby.”
She inhaled deeply, her breath fluttering as she exhaled, and began to tug down on my waistband before reaching in and pulling out my fully thickened length.
Holyfuck. Seeing her delicate fingers wrapped around me was so obscene, I let out a gravely grunt.
“Wow,” she whispered. “I’d seen it before—you know, because of the sex tape thing, but it’s just wow. I’ve only ever seen one other penis in real life, but I feel like I can say with certainty that you have a very good penis.”
I couldn’t stop myself from glowing with pride. “Can you put that on a certificate or something so I can put it on my fridge? I never did make honor roll.”
With her free hand, she took my right hand and covered it with hers. “Show me how to give you what you’ve given me.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was one sort of elaborate good person test. As tempting as it was to give in to her, this definitely crossed the research line. “You don’thave to, Winnie. This—this research—is for you. You’ve made someone come before. You don’t need my help with that.”
Her grip tightened and I moaned. “It’s never felt like this before, though. I’ve never been so turned on at the thought of making someone else come. But with you... it’s like I could eat you up if you’d let me.”
“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. The list of things I wouldn’t let Winnie Baker do to me is nonexistent. Nicolas Cage in aNational Treasuremovie couldn’t find it.”
She bit down on her lower lip with a slight smile. “I love those movies.”
“Me too.”
“Show me,” she demanded.
I’d said no once already. That had to count for something. The thought of saying no was just as scary as the thought of saying yes.
As much as it pained me to do it, I removed her hand from my dick for just a moment, and brought her palm up to her mouth. “Open,” I said.
She obeyed.
Oh God. I was in trouble.
“Lick,” I told her.
And she did.
