Page 56 of His Reckless Freshman

She eyes me up for a second, then starts to giggle. “You love it, don’t you?”

“I have to say it’s painful.” I give her a quick side-eye. “But the truth—which I will take to my grave, by the way—is that I actually really enjoy it.”

She tips her head back, the laugh coming out of her making me smile.

“That’s so great,” she manages to say once her giggling is under control. Her eyes sparkle playfully as she whispers, “I won’t tell.”

“I know. Because we agreed that everything that happens in this room is classified.”

“It is.” She swallows and swivels to face me. Her eyes are so big and vulnerable right now, I want to cup her face and whisper that it’s going to be okay.

But that feels way too boyfriend-y, and I’m not her boyfriend. I won’t fall in love with this girl. I’m here to give her an orgasm. That’s it.

“So…” Her tongue darts out to skim her lower lip. “How’s this going to work?”

“I’m not sure. How do you want it to work?”

“I don’t know.” She flicks her hand up, almost looking exasperated. “Aren’t you the expert here? Tell me what to do. Should I take my clothes off and lie down on the bed?”

“Let’s take it a little slower than that. The whole point of this is that you feel comfortable. I highly doubt that stripping naked and lying down like some virgin sacrifice is going to help you relax.”

Her lips twitch, and then she starts rubbing her forehead with a wince. “Not a virgin anymore.”

“I’m going to treat you like one anyway.” I brush my finger over the back of her hand. “Let’s try and erase the last time from your memory.”

She gives me a grateful smile.

“And remember, we’re not going all the way. This is just about touching you and making you feel good. Helping you figure out what you like.”

She squirms in her seat. “It feels weird, right?”

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can just hang out.”

“No, I want to.” She snatches my wrist as if she’s afraid I’m going to move away from her.

“Okay.” I rest my hand over her tight fingers and caress her knuckles. She seriously needs to chill. And that’s my job, right? So I keep my voice soft and easy. “Good sex, in my opinion, is all about communication. Sometimes that can happen without words. It’s two bodies just instinctively knowing what to do and going with it. But in your case, because you’re nervous and you’ve had a bad experience, I think it’d be way better if we talked it through.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Talking through sex seems like you’re trying to mix oil and water. They don’t go together.”

“I disagree.” My mind flicks to Mandy for a hot minute. That woman taught me a million different ways to please her because she could be bossy in the bedroom. She’d tell me exactly where to put my hands and fingers. She knew what she liked, and she demanded it. I didn’t mind so much. I loved pleasing her, making her come. And I’ll love doing that for Jolie too, because she deserves an orgasm.

And sitting here just talking about it isn’t going to make it happen.

So, with slow, easy movements, I lean toward her and brush my lips along her jawline.

A shuddering breath wisps out of her.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Okay, good. So, if you like it, tell me, and if you don’t… tell me.” I lean back to look at her. Cupping her cheeks, I make sure we’re making eye contact when I repeat myself. “You have to tell me. Don’t be scared or worried that I might be offended, okay? This is about you and your pleasure, so please communicate with me.”

She nods.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Her eyes soften with a smile, and I kiss her lips because it feels like the most natural thing in the world.