Page 77 of Scoring Lessons

“Stop.”

I let out a frustrated groan. “Why? I was so close!”

He smirked knowingly. “I could tell.”

My laugh was breathless. “Wow. You’re like a magician.”

He chuckled. “It’s easy to read you.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“No, Livvie girl,” he murmured. “I have been observing you for too long. Hard not to.” An earnest glint flickered through his eyes.

The confession hung between us like a heartbeat suspended, trembling in the space where words weren’t enough. Had he truly admitted something so bold out loud, or was I delirious from all the overstimulation I had been experiencing?

His eyes flashed with an unspoken emotion I couldn’t pinpoint. But he quickly masked it with another one of his smirks. “Time to take your underwear off.”

“Why don’t you come here and do it yourself, then?” My question came out husky, quiet. Shock skimmed through me at my boldness.

The palm of his hand shook slightly as he rubbed it against his mouth. “If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is say it.”

“I want you to touch me, Wesley.” My heart quivered. “Please,” I added for safe measure.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he took a step closer then dropped to his knees on the hand-tufted rug, like my words alone had knocked the wind out of him. When he leaned slightly forward, my fingers itched to run through his hair, so I did, while his hands met my outer thighs. My core tightened when his green stare, dark and forest-like, met mine through his long eyelashes as he dropped a kiss to the inside of my knee. He caressed my skin with his calloused fingertips like he was trying to commit it to memory. “How am I supposed to deny you when you look so pretty when you beg?”

A moan escaped me without an ounce of shame. I…I think I liked it when he talked dirty to me.

His hands traveled upward until they found the hem of my panties and removed them in one smooth motion. His eyes locked onto my heated center, pupils glassy and dilated, a frozen heat in their depths.

“Look at you, all wet and ready to take more.” He licked his lips eagerly as his chest rose and fell in quick succession. His eyes flicked to my toy then to me. “Go ahead and make yourself feel good, Livvie girl.”

My stomach tightened with sudden nerves. The toy itself wasn’t huge, but what if I somehow hurt myself? What if I didn’t enjoy it the way I thought I would?

“Hey, you okay?” He gripped my thighs in reassurance then dropped a quick kiss on the outside of my knee. My skin tingled involuntarily. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I blurted. “But what if it doesn’t feel good?”

“Want me to help?” His tone was gentle, the words caressing my skin like a deliberate touch that made my pulse stutter. So patient and kind. It was an odd, yet perfect contrast to his usual self.

“Yes,” I said quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me.”

I obeyed without hesitation.

His stare was benevolent, like he knew exactly how to make my chest feel less heavy. “There is no need to be ashamed or embarrassed. This is what I’m here for. I want you to enjoy yourself and find out what you like. Don’t ever hold back. Not with me.”

All the air was knocked out of my lungs as I let his words wash over me. It was like I’d been wanting to hear them all my life, and there he was. Embracing me. Pushing me to be better in such a vulnerable, raw state.

His hand wrapped around mine—the one I was holding the toy with—and he brushed the shaft up and down my center to gather some of my arousal. The vibration of the shaft wasn’t intense, but it was moving at a different tempo than the other part. My body tightened at the new sensation. I was so eager and ready. Through my dizzying state, I lifted my hoodie until my pebbled, pierced nipples were exposed to the air, and I rolled them between my fingers. My breasts had always been sensitive, and Wesley was right. This is what it was all about—to explore what I liked, what was going to send me over the edge.

My breath came out in short exhales as he continued to guide the length up and down, and then, without a word, he pushed the toy all the way in, painfully slow. I gasped when the tip hit a spot inside of me that made me jerk involuntarily.

“What—” My question got stuck in my throat when Wesley pressed the button, and the movements became more intense. I moaned instead.

“How do you feel? Talk to me.”

“I—Ah.” I couldn’t form the words as heat pooled in my lower belly every time the tip hit that sensitive spot. “Why does it feel so good?” I managed to ask through breathless moans.