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He gazed down at me, before something that almost looked like sadness filled his honey eyes. Then, in a rush, he flipped us around until he was lying back on the bed and I was straddling his hips. My dick jerked, a flood of excitement and self-conscious nerves filling my belly and making my limbs jittery.

“How about this.” Seb smirked up at me, smoothing his hands up my thighs before tucking them behind his head. “This is still a lesson, right? So why don’t you see how fast you can make me come by grinding that pretty blue cock against mine?”

Lesson? Oh shit, yeah. Right.

I blinked down at him, then slowly grinned. “You think my cock is pretty?”

He huffed with a tiny, crooked smile. “All of you is pretty, Lark.”

I tried not to preen too much, tossing back the strands of hair that had slipped out of my bun. “Thanks.”

His smiled widened. He shifted a little to get comfortable, then stared up at me expectantly.

I blinked back, then looked down at my cock hovering just above his. My teeth sank into my lower lip, fingers digging into his chest.

“I’ll stay like this,” he purred. “Figure you want to feel my knot sliding against your dick.”

Oh fuck. My erection throbbed, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Hell yes, I wanted to feel that. I wanted to feel that so much.

Chapter Sixteen

Lesson 3 (Part II)

Larkin

Before I lowered my hips so my cock met his, I found myself staring at Seb’s mouth again, then trailing my eyes down his body, greedily taking it all in.

My dick jerked as my gaze skittered between the exposed hollows of his armpits with their tufts of dark hair. Why was seeing that so hot? Maybe it was the curve of his biceps, or the casual way he had his arms tucked behind his head, the lines of muscle that formed his pecs pulled taut.

My gaze wandered lower, over the bumps of his abs and the trail of soft hair between them. The arrow of muscles pointing directly toward his groin. The couple of prominent veins I could see on his lower stomach descending that way too. The shallow dip of his navel.

Every part of him was just… so hot. No, it was more than that. He was beautiful. And real.

“Can I kiss you again?” The question burst out of me. I was already warm and flushed all over, so hopefully the heat creeping up my neck wasn’t too obvious.

“You can do whatever you want, Lark,” he murmured. “We both have our safewords if either of us does anything the other doesn’t want.”

I nodded and rested my palm on the mattress beside his head, leaning down. For some reason I was feeling kind of shy, so the kiss I gave him was light at first, until he pulled his arms free and rested his hands on my sides, trailing them over my bare skin and making me shiver. Then I kissed him harder, sinking my tongue into his mouth and moaning quietly when it came into contact with his.

I realised after a few seconds that my hips were rocking, trailing my cock against his. But it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but oh my god, I needed to come so bad. And I needed to make him come. That was the lesson. That was what we were doing.

I broke the kiss, already breathing fast, then couldn’t stop myself from darting back down to kiss him again. Quickly getting distracted from my goal, I ended up plunging my tongue back into his mouth, moaning breathlessly as my hips rocked faster down below.

When my balls tightened, tingles racing down my spine, I forced myself to sit up. I wanted to make him come, and I wanted to make him come first. He hadn’t told me to, but I was setting that as my own secret challenge. Even though it felt impossible. I had zero stamina, for real. Seb probably had, like, all the stamina ever.

Trembling lightly, I shuffled back to straddle his thighs, then gathered a hearty dose of spit on my tongue. He’d said spit wasn’t ideal to use as lube, but he’d been talking about ass fucking. It would be fine for this, I was sure. I mean, we hadn’t used anything last time, so it wasn’t like it could make it feel worse.

Bending over slightly, I spat on his cock and grasped it in my fist to slick it up. But then I wondered if he’d think what I’d just done was gross, so I glanced up at him nervously.

His face was tight with pleasure, and his hands were gripping my hips hard. His dick throbbed against my fingers as he groaned between clenched teeth.

Okay, he’d liked it. Noice.

Letting go, I knee-walked back up to straddle his hips, then spat again, this time onto my own dick. It was lucky I had such fan-fucking-tastic aim. Seb lifted his head and watched as I fisted my cock to make it slippery all over, his eyes gleaming that dark gold.

Uncurling my fingers, I lowered my hips until my length met his and I could pin them together. The air stuttered out of my lungs at the feel, while Seb strained up and loosed a strangled groan.

Keeping my trembling fist clasped around us, I started to rock my hips again, staring down at where we were joined. Seb’s cock was longer than mine, so my balls were sliding against his knot, which was so ridiculously hot that my teeth clamped down on my lower lip and a whimper escaped me.