Page 76 of Scoring Lessons

“Yes.”

His smirk was soft. “Good girl.”

My core tightened at the encouraging words.

Oh, God. What was happening to me?

“Take off your shorts, but leave your underwear on.”

The room rose to dangerous heat levels at his command. It was like the usual, playful side of Wesley was gone, while a strong, intoxicating presence settled into the room. It was clear who was in charge, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

I discarded my shorts, and when his eyes landed between my legs, the fabric of his simple black shirt tugged against his broad chest as he let out a huge exhale. “I can see the damp spot from here. You’re wet already,” he husked.

“Wrong day to wear white cotton panties, I suppose.” I chuckled nervously.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” His answer was honest, unapologetic. My clit throbbed, and I bit my bottom lip to keep in the sounds threatening to escape.

His hand rested on his hips, and it took everything in me not to stare at his gray sweatpants. I didn’t want to go through the whiplash of emotions if I were to find out he wasn’t as turned on as I was. I was all too familiar with how that felt, and I wanted to live in my fantasy. To think this was as hot for him as it was for me.

“The top button is to turn it on. The middle button is to control the shaft, and the last one is to control the clit stimulator. When you press the top one, they will both start vibrating at the same time.”

My eyes bulged as anxiety shot through me.

His gaze softened. “Don’t be alarmed. It’s not as scary as it sounds. And I don’t want you to use the shaft yet, anyway. We’re going to only use the clit stimulator for now. Okay? One step at a time.”

It shouldn’t have shocked me how well he could read my mind.

When I turned it on, the sound was loud enough to fill the already tense room. It made my skin sizzle with warmth. My hands shook with anticipation.

He cleared his throat. “Place the curvy part against your clit.”

I nodded and reached for the hem of my panties.

“No.” His command was a bit rough; it stopped me dead in my tracks. “On top of your panties. I want you to tease yourself first.”

I gripped the toy like my life depended on it, and when the stimulant met the damp fabric, my body jerked and I let out a low, “Oh.”

My chest heaved slightly. The tip of my toes tingled like pins and needles setting fire to my feet. The mixed sensation of the vibration and the soft cotton fabric was incredibly intoxicating against my clit, like a delicious pressure that made it impossible to think of anything else.

“How does that feel?” He murmured the question.

“Uhm.” I gulped, trying to ease the dryness in my throat. “Good.”

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That’s not good enough. Turn it up.”

“I—”

“I said turn it up, Olivia.” His tone grew an octave deeper. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You don’t want to find out what happens when you disobey.”

My clit throbbed so painfully that an involuntary moan slipped past my lips at his words. His lips turned into a wicked grin.

“Or maybe you do.” His laugh was dark, gravelly. “Interesting.”

I turned it up without so much as a quip back. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but I was enjoying his commands a little too much for my liking.

I continued to follow his instructions. Moving the toy in soft circles, then up and down, then a healthy mix that had me gasping for air less than five minutes later. Heat settled at the bottom of my belly, and I curled my legs as my orgasm continued to slowly build.

I was so close, I could almost taste it.