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Aidan lies down beside me before I can say a word.
I don’t move, not sure what’s happening. He knows I haven’t finished yet, and my impatient body is making it impossible for me to forget.
“Come sit,” he says, tapping his chin.
My eyes widen when I realize what he means. A reaction I know Aidan doesn’t miss, because his attention is laser-focused on me. He doesn’t laugh or tease me, though. Just waits patiently as I sit up and crawl toward him, new bursts of arousal pumping through my system. Every experience I have with Aidan is going to include firsts, I guess.
“Other way,” he instructs when I reach him. “So you can appreciate my abs.”
I have no smart response to the mirth in his voice.
I lower my hips slowly. Aidan is having none of it.
He positions me exactly where he wants me, and then starts licking. With each swipe, more of my uncertainty disappears, until I’m grinding and rubbing against his mouth. The only thing that feels better than touching his hot, firm chest is his talented tongue between my thighs.
This angle is…too much. I’m spread open, completely exposed and at the mercy of his mouth. Aidan’s grip is tight on my hips, holding me in place as the pleasure and pressure continue to build.
I can see the outline of his erection through the joggers he’s wearing. And I moan, registering that’s a reaction to me riding his face.
I want to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but it’sanother thing I’ve never done before. I’d rather Aidan didn’t find that out. Maybe if he thinks I’m selfish in bed, he’ll lose interest in hooking up again.
Except…I’m not sure that’s what I want.
There’s no relief when I think about him leaving me alone.
Pleasure flares hotter and pressure winds tighter and then I explode, my entire body contracting as I come with a loud cry, harder than I ever have before.
And my mind goes blissfully, beautifully blank.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AIDAN
RYLAN: Did you look at the assignment?
AIDAN: Look? Yeah.
RYLAN: Did you *do* the assignment?
AIDAN: I’d rather *do* you.
She doesn’t respond.
After staring at my phone for a minute, I turn it over so the screen is facing down and doesn’t distract me.
I left Rylan’s bedroom shortly after she came on Tuesday night. I could tell she wasn’t sure what to do or say, and was maybe embarrassed about the hot as fuck way she rode my face. So I made a joke about me providing dinner and her being my dessert, handed her the cold medicine she asked for, and convinced her to give me her number for “academic purposes” so we could reschedule our tutoring session. Then climbed out of her window, giving myself a couple of shin bruises in the process.
I want to have sex with her. Badly.
But I don’t knowhowto, and anyone I know would find that absolutely hilarious.
Yeah, I have a reputation. And yeah, I’ve hooked up with a lot of girls.
Rylan is different for a whole bunch of reasons.
For one, we already slept together. I’m not just assuming the sex will be good; I know it will be incredible.
Two, she’s my tutor. And she’s good at it. The only part of Stats I actually like. She apologized twice about leaving early last week. I don’t want her to think she’s a distraction or to feel uncomfortable during our tutoring sessions because of anythingunprofessionalthat happens between us.
