Page 94 of Time To Learn

The long groan that hums in his throat urges me to become even braver, and I move my hand from his neck, down his defined chest and abs until I wrap it around the base of his cock. He hisses as his eyes flutter closed.

“When I see you later,” I murmur against his lips, while I stroke his cock slowly, “you’ll have to teach me how to suck you off—I’ve never been with a man who had a piercing. Deal?”

He breathes harder and nods as he bites down on his plumplip.

“Deal. I have to take the apa out, though,” he grunts, pushing his hips up. On an upward stroke, I tease the crease in the head, around the piercing, and then I pick up thepace.

“I can’t wait,” I whisper as I take his mouth again, eager to finish him off before I leave.

Kristian removes the duvet covering his lower body, giving me more room, and I sigh as his demanding lips crush mine and he pulls medown.

It doesn’t take long until his thrusts in my hand grow wilder, more erratic, and as I suck his tongue inside my mouth, he stills on a long moan as his cum squirts on my hand and his stomach. Gently, I release the hold on his cock and nibbles on his lips. Without saying a word, I stand up and move to the bathroom to wash my hands.

I hardly recognise the woman staring back at me. My eyes are shining brightly, heavy with lust, and my lips…oh, gosh, my lips are tender from kissing. I smile at Kristian when I leave the bathroom, and then I walk to the stairs. I have to leave now or I never will—he’s too tempting as he lies there, watching me with that satisfied smirk ofhis.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he calls afterme.

Keeping my eyes straight ahead, I nod and walk downstairs.

As I move through the stable, murmuring soothing words to the horses, I realise that I’m about to do the walk of shame for the first time in years. I stop next to Thunder’s stall, taking a moment to gather myself.

“Morning, boy,” I whisper to him as he stretches his long neck towards me. Slowly, I reach out my hand to him, keeping my palm flat. When he nudges my hand, warmth settles in my bones at the trust he’s beginning to showme.

On a low snort, I run a hand through my hair and shake myhead.

It’s a good thing that the horses are the only witnesses to the way I look rightnow.

At least there’sthat.