I stroke my cock slowly, enjoying the desire in her expression as she turns to me for guidance.
“Lesson number one. You always come first, Firecracker.”
Her brow furrows and she takes a second to meet my gaze. “You mean… you want me to…”
Chapter 9
Cecilia
What would Blake do if I climbed onto his lap? Both of us could get off for the price of one. “Do you care how I do it?”
Blake shrugs. “Any way you want as long as you’re taken care of before we are.”
The seating’s a little tight, but I turn, pull a leg up—and Lennox’s hand presses down on my shoulder, halting my plan. “What are you doing?”
“I want to use his cock—”
“Absolutely not.” The sternness of Lennox’s tone is disappointing and maybe a little intoxicating.
If he was bossing me aroundconstructively, I would be drunk.
“No contact tonight.”
Blake takes his hand from his shaft. “She said we only have a week.”
“Exactly why we shouldn’t let her rush into anything she’ll regret.”
“Like going to a club because I’m full of pent-up sexual frustration?” I swirl my fingertip over the head of Blake’s cock.
Lennox reaches out to stop me, but I lean over the table, my back to him, and grin at Blake. My finger catches the bead of pre-cum rolling down his tip.
Gently gripping my wrist, he eases my hand off. I’m forming an objection. Why are there so many hall monitors in this teaching scenario?
Blake lifts my hand to my mouth. Okay, objection over. My lips part, my tongue drifts over my lower lip, and Blake’s eyes fill with primal hunger. He guides the tip of my sticky finger onto my lips.
Blake’s breaths grow heavy and his eyes fall shut for a split second before he locks his gaze onto my mouth.
I wrap my bright-red lips around my finger as I suck. The saltiness and musk drive a jolt of electricity straight to my sex. If Lennox doesn’t stop being a downer, Blake and I might have to make a private tutoring arrangement.
Although, I have to admit that the thought of fucking Henry’s dad makes my panties even wetter. It shouldn’t, but despite his dad being a grump, he’s hot.
Blake’s gaze moves to mine as I moan around my finger. His jaw clenches. And it’s only when I open my mouth that he eases my hand back. Just enough reprieve that he lowers his attention to my other hand that’s bunching my skirt, sliding onto my panties, and pressing on my clit.
A shudder races through me.
The strain of his expression fuels the moment. He likes it. And I like that he likes it. From my weird side-sitting position in thebooth, I wiggle my hips and moan again. His grip tightens. The air between us is electrified.
“Ceci…” He’s practically breathless.
Is he about to come? Before me? So much for the lesson plan.
Blake exhales hard, stretches his neck side to side, and seems to regain control. His grip on my arm releases.
I miss the pressure instantly. “I liked that.”
I can tell that questions are racing through his mind, but I don’t elaborate on which part I liked.
“You almost got me.”
