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“Close your eyes, Quinn,” he commands, and they drop shut immediately. “Good.”

He’s so close I can feel his lips as they form the praise that lights me up. He brushes his mouth against mine. A soft touch that grows firmer, and every thought leaves my head. All I can focus on is the feel of him moving his lips against mine.

He pulls back slightly, and my eyes pop open. He’s watching me. “Okay, I’m going to kiss you again, match the movements of my lips.”

I don’t respond before he kisses me again. His eyes are shut, and I stare at him wide eyed for a second before I slam mine shut and attempt to do as he says. His fingers thread into the hair at the nape of my neck, and my lips part beneath his. And I feel his tongue slip along the seam of my parted lips.

A little embarrassing whimper comes out of me. But I don’t pull back.

Then his tongue touches mine as he angles my head and deepens the kiss. It’s nothing like the first one. This one I can feel all the way in my dick. Which keeps twitching and trying to swell inside the tight confines of my jeans. It’s at an uncomfortable angle as it gets harder, and I shift trying to ease the discomfort.

Daniel groans into my mouth and captures my hips, holding me still. I'm not sure what I did wrong, but he’s still kissing me, so I don’t worry about it. When I’ve done something wrong, he’s stopped everything. So it must not be that bad.

I stay where he put me and kiss him back the way he’s showing me. Closed, then open, then tongue, a soft caress of our lips. His hands are tight on my hips, and when I shift slightly, I can feel that he’s hard under me, too, which makes the discomfort in my jeans worse and also better at the same time.

I whimper again and shift my hips against him. He makes a sound I don’t have a name for but doesn’t stop me. I decide that means I can keep going. I chase the feeling and grind down on his lap. He kisses me harder, nipping at my lower lip as if he didn’t save it from my own teeth a little bit ago.

After that, I stop thinking in steps.

He kisses me like the dance he described, and I follow. When he tilts, I tilt. When he opens, I open. His tongue is slow now, and I make that whimper I can’t hold in every time he does something I can feel in my spine. One of my hands leaves his shoulder and finds his hair. It’s soft. I fist it without meaning to. He groans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

My body knows that’s a good sound.

We kiss until my world has narrowed down to the smell of him and the hard line of him under me. I grind down again, looking for an angle that doesn’t hurt and also does in a way. His fingers dig into my hips like he’s deciding if he should help me or stop me.

He helps for a second. Pulls me in, grinds back up into me, kisses me deeper. Then he breaks the kiss with a wet sound that makes my face burn and presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard, his mouth still close enough that I could chase it if I was confident enough.

“We should stop,” he says.

It takes a minute for what he said to sink in.

I keep my eyes closed. I’m panting. My lips feel swollen and used. “Did I do it wrong?”

“No.” His laugh is wrecked. “You did it very, very right. That’s the problem.”

I don’t understand the problem. I understand that he’s still hard beneath me, and I’m still in his lap, and he saved my lips from my teeth so he could do that to them. They tingle.

I open my eyes. His are dark, his pupils large and black. I know that means he wants me, it’s a biological sign he can’t hide, just like his hard-on in his jeans. But stop means stop. That’s the rule.

“Okay,” I say, but I don’t climb off of him yet. He doesn’t make me.

He just keeps his forehead pressed to mine, breathing like he ran drills, and I soak in the last remnants of the best thing that’s ever happened to my mouth and try to remember that this is tutoring.

It doesn’t feel like tutoring. It feels like I would let him start again if he asked. That I would do more than kiss if he wanted.

Stop. He said stop. I nod against his forehead, even though he didn’t say anything else, and then I carefully climb off of his lap and bed.

Once my feet are firmly planted on the ground, I look up at him. “That was a really helpful lesson, thank you.”

His tongue swipes out, and he huffs a sound that might be a laugh and nods his head. “Anytime.”

TWENTY-FIVE

DANIEL

I need my head and cock to get the message that just because Quinn and I kiss a few times a week now doesn’t mean we can have more. It’s distracting as fuck.

I don’t think he even has the slightest idea exactly what he’s doing to my sex drive. I’m horny all the fucking time. And I can’t get it up for any of the puck bunnies, guys or girls. Only the thought of him does it. Or the feeling of him in my fucking lap.