Page 101 of Scoring Lessons

Before she could give me what was sure to give a bratty reply, I hiked her legs around my shoulders, pulling a yelp out of her.

“Wesley, what are you doing?” she asked through a breathless laugh.

I gripped the hem of her jersey. “If I lift this, Livvie girl, am I going to find you wet?

Her throat worked a hard swallow. Her eyes turned stormy, like she was unsure. “You don’t have to do this.” She let out a short breath. “I know it’s a part of the list, but I also know it’s not every guy’s thing.”

“You mean it wasn’t a Jack thing.” I lifted her jersey carefully, exposing her panties and lower abdomen as I clicked my tongue twice. “I’m not him, Olivia.” My lips grazed her hip bone, then I dropped a kiss without losing eye contact. “And I’ll be happy to prove it to you.”

One second, her eyes were quizzical. The next, I ripped her panties with far too much ease and threw them somewhere around the room. I stared into her beautiful eyes like my life depended on it as I latched my mouth on her clit and gave it a gentle suck.

She parted her lips, her feet curling against my back.

“Fuck,” I murmured against her. “You’re dripping already.”

“Seeing you on your knees kind of has that effect on me.”

My chuckle was low. God, this girl. What was it about her?

“Next time, just ask. I’d be happy to obey.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Just like that?”

“Mm-hmm.” I ran my tongue across her inner thigh, gaining a whimper from her. “When have I ever been able to say no to you?” I swiped two of my fingers across her center. She was wet and warm. I’d never seen her so worked up. “You’re eager to take anything I’m willing to give you, aren’t you?” I slid the tip of my fingers inside her, teasing her.

Her walls clenched around them as she let out a breathy, “Fuck.”

I smirked, sliding them all the way in easily, leaving her breathless. “Hold on to the dresser, because I’m not going to be gentle,” I ordered, my voice stern with a soft edge.

She obeyed. And that was all the permission I needed to circle my tongue around her clit as I fingered her at a steady but rough rhythm. The clenching sounds of her arousal went straight to my cock. The sweet-tangy taste of her went down my throat, and I savored every ounce she so easily gave me.

“Oh, God.” The back of her head met the door with a slow thud. She held on to the corner of the dresser like her life depended on it. Her free hand reached for my hair, where she gripped hard enough to send sharp pains through me, but they were quick to die by the pleasure I felt coursing through me with every moan she gave me.

“Fuck, Olivia,” I growled in between licks. “You look so pretty taking what you need.” I grazed her clit with my teeth. Her moan turned into a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Using me for your pleasure.” I sucked her clit, harder this time, slurping rounds filling the room before I let it go with a low pop, then I added a third finger. Her legs tensed, and her chest heaved at the sudden intrusion. My fingers were no small feat. I knew they were long. But I also knew she could take them. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Take every fucking inch of my fingers and enjoy it.”

Her grip on my hair tightened, and she forced my face against her wet cunt. I let out a groan before I went back in. Tasting every corner, sucking her upper labia, running my tongue back and forth as my fingers continued to fuck her tight, perfect hole.

I reached for that spot deep inside her and rubbed it with the tip of my fingers over and over. Her moans turned louder. Her legs quivered. But even then, I refused to stop.

“Wesley, I—” Her words got caught in a low moan. “What’s happening?”

I slowed my movements, but I kept reaching for her G-spot. “Look at me.” She did. “Keep your eyes on me and relax. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

She licked her lips and nodded, her hooded eyes focused on me. I slid one digit out of her, only keeping my middle and ring fingers inside. I pressed my other hand on her belly, giving her a bit of pressure. My movements remained steady as I teased her clit with my tongue in soft circles. With every movement I did, the wetter she was becoming.

My cock felt like it was about to explode. I was ready to combust just from being on my knees, worshiping her the way I knew she deserved.

Her moans turned into cries then into pleas of my name as I continued to finger her with abandon, still making sure she was comfortable and enjoying herself. Her nipples were pebbled enough that I could see the outline of them. Her cheeks were rosy. Her lips parted.

“Let go for me,” I rasped against her pussy, my eyes never leaving hers. “Make a mess.”

Her whole body tensed and quivered, like she was trying to hold herself back, but even then, I didn’t dare stop my movements. Her moan turned into a loud cry as her pussy fluttered around my fingers, her wetness gushing out of her and coating my hand, her thighs. My movements turned unhurried, trying to prolong her orgasm as much as I could.

“Wesley,” she cried out. “Fuck. I can’t. I can’t anymore.”

I lapped at the mess she’d made on her thighs and her pussy, and I groaned at the delicious taste. She was the perfect amount of sweet and tangy. I was fucking addicted. “You got it, pretty girl. Just one more. I know you can do it, baby.”

My words were all it took for her second orgasm to hit. It wasn’t as intense, but more of her arousal coated my hand, my tongue.