by Lexi Sinner
It felt like I was losing all of that focus I’d worked on.
“There, see how it’s just incorporated, not completely smooth?” he asked, his voice almost directly in my ear.
“Yes,” I said softly, embarrassed at the buzzing feeling that was taking over my whole body. I’d never experienced this feeling before, it was new and strange and so damn intense.
“Good,” he said softly. He stopped, his hand letting go of mine after a pause, and as I turned to look at him I realized how close our faces were. Our eyes met, and I watched as his eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment.
I couldn’t resist.
Leaning forward, without stopping myself, I kissed him.
He kissed me back, our lips warm and soft against each other, tasting of sweet chocolate. I could feel my pulse in my ears, my heart soaring at the sensation, the touch. He pressed my back against the counter, his hands on either side of me on the top of it, and we kept kissing for a couple minutes, getting lost in it.
It was only once the kiss slowed, and he backed away, that I realized what we’d just done.
His face changed too, like he was worried I didn’t want the kiss.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t professional of me,” he said, he must have thought I was upset but I was actually just stunned.
“No, no I’m sorry- I’ve just never kissed anyone before,” I admitted, feeling hot with embarrassment.
“Never? Oh, god, I didn’t mean to-” he started, looking guilty.
“No,I wanted to kiss you,” I corrected him, worried that he’d think I didn’t want this.
“I think we should end today’s lesson here,” he said, stepping back from me.
“We didn’t finish anything, though,” I countered, not ready to leave yet.
“I owe your father too much to take advantage of this, go home and we’ll start fresh tomorrow,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s an umbrella by the door,” he added.
My heart dropped to my stomach, and I bit my lip, turning to leave. Why did I have to mess this up?
Chapter Four
Showing up at his house again felt like a punishment.
I rang his doorbell, like I had every day I’d been there, and yet I wasn’t ready to see him. Would my father be angry at us for kissing? Was I taking advantage of Mister Richards’s feeling of obligation to my family by kissing him?
“Hey, come on in,” he said as he answered the door. His eyes didn’t meet mine, and I could tell he was still feeling guilty. I hated that, I didn’t want him to think that he had to feel that way. I wanted him to know I wanted the kiss too, hell I initiated it!
My mouth felt dry, though, and I couldn’t find the words.
We started the lesson, his voice felt very level and plain. There was no emotion, no hint at the kiss even though it was all I’d been able to think about for the last twenty four hours. I tried to ignore the feelings racing through my heart and mind, and to move on like him, but something just felt so damn wrong with that.
“We’ll let those rise for about an hour, and then we’ll actually bake them today,” he said, his voice warmed a little. “Would you like something to eat while we wait?” he asked, opening his fridge.
I hadn’t eaten that morning out of nerves, so I was more than eager to eat.
“That sounds great,” I answered. I was half starved, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Sandwiches? Soup?” he asked, pulling out a couple things from his fridge.
“You don’t have to do too much,” I said, worried about him going out of his way.
“No problem,” he smiled. “Soup it is,” he set a pot on the stove and started putting some things together.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked. I didn’t want to be completely useless.
“Here, if you want to help, wash and chop these roughly,” he said, setting a container of mushrooms on the counter.
“Yes sir,” I said, setting to work. It was nice, not just doing instruction, working together like this. I wanted to get to know him better, even though we’d just finally relaxed again around each other. “How did you know baking was what you wanted to do?” I asked.
“Hm,” he said thoughtfully, pouring some stock into the pot. “I didn’t really make a conscious decision until after I worked with your father for a couple years,” he admitted. “I only started working with him to try and make some extra money on the weekends, but I found I really enjoyed myself after a while. I wanted to invent new things, perfect old things, it was a lot of fun,” he explained. “I found myself thinking about it, even when I wasn’t at work, and that’s how I knew I had it bad,” there was a smile in his voice, and it made me smile too.
“I wish I could find something like that,” I laughed, cutting off the ends of the stems of the mushrooms before I chopped them up.
“I’m sure you will, I was 20 before I decided this was what I wanted, you’re still young,” he shrugged.
“I’m 18, that only gives me two years,” I laughed, finishing the mushrooms I started on the onion he’d set aside for me to chop.
“I can’t believe you’re 18, you’ve really grown up,” he laughed, taking the mushrooms he put them in the stock and pulled out a pan.
“I have,” I agreed, looking at him pointedly. He grew quiet and put some oil in the pan. When I handed him the onion, he started browning it.
“Look, I’m not here to corrupt you, I owe your father too much. I’m sorry about yesterday, but I think it’s best if we move past it,” he said sternly. The smell of the cooking onion was incredible, but all I could focus on was what he was saying.
“You’re not corrupting me,” I approached him, careful not to touch or bump him while he was next to the hot stove. “I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I’ve wanted you these last few days,” I admitted, feeling my face shading pink. “I don’t want you to think about my father, or what you think you owe him, you’re here to teach me,” I said simply, careful about how I worded it.
The look on his face told me he knew what I was implying.
“To teach you?” he repeated back, as though he was being careful not to step over any boundaries.
“I don’t know what this is I feel, okay? I haven’t stopped feeling like my whole body was buzzing for the entire last day, and I feel like you could help me figure out why,” I said, trying to make it clear. I was so damn attracted to him, so interested in him, and I couldn’t miss this chance.
I didn’t want him to misunderstand me.
“Your father,” he started again, unable to drop that.
“Think about me instead, James,” I let his name fall from my lips like an incantation. It felt so strange to call him that after knowing him as long as I had.
“Kaylie,” he said softly, his voice was almost a warning, a test.
“Please,” I wasn’t sure what I was specifically asking for, but I needed it.
His eyes were on mine, seeking something, I wasn’t sure what.
I’d give him anything.
He seemed to see that, and closed the gap between us.
His lips on mine this time were a victory. He’d pushed me away and I finally had him pulling me against him. His hands were hot against my skin as we kissed, his mouth was a balm to soothe away my worries. I was lost in it, truely, and when he pulled away for a moment to turn off the stove, it felt like a minute heartbreak.
We made our way over to the counter, and he lifted me up, setting me on it. The quartz was cold against my thighs, my shorts only covering me so far, but I didn’t mind as he kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, relaxing against him as we explored each other’s mouths.
His hands found my hips, a couple of fingers touching my bare skin under my shirt, and I had chills of delight.
The kiss deepened, his tongue rubbed and slid against mine, and I felt suddenly hot, overheated. I kissed back to try and match him, learning from what made me feel good. His mout
h left mine, hot and wet, and he kissed my jaw, and then my neck.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, unable to keep my voice down.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said gruffly, locking eyes with me.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Chapter Five
His bed was softer than I expected as he pressed me down into it.
My breath caught and a moan escaped my mouth as he kissed my neck again, settling in and sucking there for a moment. It felt amazing, better than I could have imagined, as he left a hickey and started on another one.
It was like he was marking me as his, but he didn’t have to.
I’d give anything to him, he was all I wanted.
His lips traveled down to the collar of my shirt and he started unbuttoning my blouse. Each button opened was like me spilling another secret, showing him parts of me that I’d never shown anyone. Parts of me I’d never wanted to share before.
When my blouse was completely open, he leaned back for a moment to look me over.
“Beautiful,” he admired, kissing my chest. The word left me buzzing again, gooseflesh breaking across my skin as he pushed my bra up and revealed my breasts to the air conditioned room. His lips found one of my nipples, licking and nibbling there, until I was moaning and writhing beneath him.
In these motions I realized I could feel something between his legs.
I moved again, trying to feel it up to see the size of it.
His lips moved, and he ground down against me, our pelvises rubbing and sparking fireworks in my mind. How the heck did that feel so good? I gasped and moved against him again, feeling him pluck at my nipple and pinch it as we ground against each other.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, unsure how to describe how good this sensation was. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before, it left me feeling wrecked and enticed all at the same time.
His kisses moved lower again, removing the contact I was craving against him. I wanted us to keep grinding against each other, getting that feeling, but he seemed to have different plans.
His kisses strayed to the hem of my jean shorts, and he unbuttoned and unzipped them.
I had to fight down the wave of embarrassment again as he kissed right above my clit.
“Is this okay?” he asked, I looked down my chest and could see his eyes gazing into mine.
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to lie.
He kissed my arousal through my panties, and then pulled them and my shorts down and off of me. He could see every part of me that I’d hid away for my entire life. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
“Are you ready for your lesson?” he asked settling down with his face between my legs.
“What’s it on?” I asked, trying to be coy.
“How to orgasm,” he smirked, his deep voice rumbled through me like thunder. He kissed my labia warm, hot, before parting them with one hand and licking my clit. It was nothing I’d ever felt before, and I felt like I was losing my mind to the pleasure. Kissing, licking, he worked my clit until my hips were shaking. One of his hands moved against between my thighs, against my entrance.
“You’re so wet,” his voice sounded like admiration, his fingers felt like they were teasing me. He kept pressing and sliding against my vagina but not pressing in fully. My hips moved, and I squirmed against the sensation. His lips and tongue went back to my clit, licking and sucking, and he finally started pressing a finger into me.
It was a strange sensation at first, I could feel my body working to make room for him. He pulled his finger back, and then pressed in again. This time it felt a little better. Paired with his mouth’s work, I felt like I was losing my mind to the pleasure. I could feel him bending his finger inside of me as he thrust, and he suddenly brushed something within me that made a real moan rip out of my throat.
“Oh my god!” I gasped out, unable to fight it down. “Yes, oh my god,” I repeated as he brushed against that spot again. Now he was aiming for it, keeping pace with his tongue and finger, he slid another finger into me and hit that spot with every thrust.
“What are you doing to me?” I gasped, almost sobbing. It felt like I was plummeting towards something, about to hit a brick wall and I wasn’t sure what it was. It scared me, my whole body was shaking and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I pushed through it, though, trusting him, and all at once it was like my whole body shut down and seized and buzzed in pleasure and sensation. My mind felt like it had gone pure white and all I could feel or think about was pleasure.
I could feel my breath hitching, my body clamping down around his fingers, and it was a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.
“James,” I moaned his name as I came down from it. I needed him in my arms, I needed his lips on mine. I patted his shoulders, and he seemed to understand. Pinning me down to the bed, leaning over me, he kissed me. I didn’t mind that his mouth tasted like my own orgasm, all I cared about was having him close to me in that moment.
We kissed for a couple minutes, and I could feel my body relaxing and melting into the bed against him.
“Do you want me to end the lesson for today?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.
“No,” I shook my head. I needed more, even though I just came. I felt insatiable, and it was embarrassing but I wasn’t going to lie to him. “I want to do more, but I think I need a break down there,” I tried to explain, unsure what else would make it clear.
“We can do that,” he said, kissing me again. Sitting up, away from me, he stepped off the bed and started to unbutton his pants. I understood where he was going with this, and I felt my mouth water at the idea of it.
I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.
Dropping his pants and underwear, he stepped out of them and walked towards me. His cock seemed large, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever fit it inside of me when I’d had trouble with just his fingers.
James sat on the bed beside me, and I couldn’t resist my want to reach out and touch his cock. It was just a couple shades darker than the rest of his body, but the head of it was a beautiful pink that made it look like a sweet.
I touched it, and it was hot and welcoming against my fingers. Rubbing, stroking it, I looked up and saw that his eyes were clouded over dark with arousal. It felt powerful.
“Here, touch the head like this,” he showed me with his thumb, and I followed his direction. Rubbing further, I was able to elicit a moan from him, and felt emboldened by it. Leaning forward, I licked the head of his cock with a little caution. His fingers tangled in my hair, letting me know he liked that, and this time I sucked the whole head of his cock into my mouth like a lollipop.
He moaned again, his voice rumbled through the room and echoed in my ears. Rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, I sucked softly and worked the rest of his length with my hands. It tasted salty, but intoxicating, and I wanted to go further.
I wanted to show him how good of a student I was.
Lowering my mouth, taking more of him in, I let him slide back against my tongue.
“Hollow out your cheeks, watch your teeth,” he directed me. It felt good to have him lead me through it. I followed his instructions and sucked and pulled him in further. I wasn’t sure where I’d start gagging, so cautiously I pulled back and then took him in again. He moaned, and it felt so good.
I wanted him to feel as good as he let me feel.
Working the rest of his length with my hands, I could feel his fingertips tighten and loosen in my hair, like a beating heart telling me to keep going. I hummed in content at the feeling, and felt him buck at the sensation. Oh. This time I hummed with purpose, and he bucked again, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged at this having to back off a little.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but deep.
“Mhm,” I said with his cock still in my mouth. He moaned again at the sensation, and I kept going, feeling egged on and encouraged. I could feel his hips flexing and moving beneath me, I
could tell he was enjoying this and I was so glad I could give him that pleasure.
My body was reacting again, waking up from the post-orgasm slumber and firing into wanting him again. It was overwhelming, and I wasn’t entirely sure if it was normal.
I didn’t want to hide it from him though.
Pulling my mouth off of him, with a popping noise, I had to tell him.
“I need you,” I gasped the words out like a salvation, like they were all I needed to say for the rest of my life.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me up to kiss him again. It was tender, sweet, I relished the sensation as he rolled me over so I was on my back beneath him. James’s hands explored me again, this time with intent. It was like he’d been waiting his entire life, I knew that I had.
His fingers slipped between my legs, pressing into me again, making sure I was ready. I gasped against his lips, and he kissed me through it, even as I writhed beneath him desperately.
My legs were resting spread, with him laying between them, and I felt my entire world go to a standstill as I felt him press his cock against my entrance. It was another tease. He circled my entrance, and then slid up to my clit and rubbed against it tantalizingly.
“Please,” I begged, feeling like I’d fall apart if he kept this up.
I didn’t have to ask again.
He pressed into me and a full dialogue of worship spilled from my lips for him. It was a tight stretch, but he took his time with me. Slowly, slowly, he filled me with his cock. I felt my back arch against the sensation, an exquisite burn accompanied the stretching.
Pulling back a little, he rocked into me again.
My thighs shook against the feeling, my mind was firing off a thousand different feelings, sensations, until all I could do was moan as he pressed into me once more. It decidedly felt good, almost too good, I was overwhelmed and more desperate and yet sated with every motion.