Page 9 of Clean Finish

Larkin

How much longer was Seb going to make me “think about it?”

It had been over a week. A week I could’ve spent learning how to deepthroat dick or give tantric handjobs or… I don’t know, do a really sexy, alluring striptease.

I’d meant it when I’d told Seb I wanted him to teach me everything. All of it. All the ways to fuck, to make someone feel amazing, to fill them with awe over my incredible sex skills.

I wasn’t going to change my mind, no matter how long he made me wait. But… maybe he’d changed his mind. Seb wasn’t attracted to me or anything, so he’d only be doing this as a favour. Honestly, I’d been hella surprised when he’d agreed. We weren’t exactly good buddies. But then, Seb was a nice guy.

I’d grown more antsy as the week had dragged on. By Thursday, I’d resigned myself to the fact that if he was still up for it, nothing was going to happen until next week. Thursday through Sunday was when the club was open, which meant late nights. Not that that would’ve stopped me—I usually stayed up until at least 4 a.m. gaming with my buddies, but I knew Seb was all responsible and adulty about his sleeping habits. I’d heard him talking to Ludo before about going to the gym every morning. Gross.

At least I’d had a distraction for most of the week—I’d actually had to work. Ugh, equally gross. Holt was planning on offering Taylor a job at Goliaths as its marketing manager, so he’d already started getting an office ready in true impatient Holt fashion, which meant I had to help.

Seb had helped too, and being near him had made me feel all weird and jittery. Especially when he’d started bringing in the new office furniture Holt had ordered, carrying a big desk and heavy loveseat with ease, waiting patiently while Holt ummed and ahhed over how to lay out the room, his wide shoulders and big biceps just… right there. Straining under his shirt. He’d taken his suit jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and I was pretty sure it was the first time I’d seen his arms.

They were… nice. Thick and corded with muscle, dusted with dark hair. They made my gut tighten, because unless he’d changed his mind, he’d be using those arms to… do stuff. To me. Very soon.

I’d definitely made the right decision, asking Seb to help me out. I wasn’t attracted to him—no way. But I could see that he was objectively attractive. It wasn’t going to be a hardship to fool around with him, was all I was saying. He looked like he had a good body, and his face was… nice. I’d have no problems getting a boner with him.

Although a light breeze was often enough to give me a boner, so… that wasn’t a huge concern either way.

By the following Monday, Taylor’s new hypothetical office was almost ready, and Holt was eager to finally offer his boyfriend the job. He was nervous, which was rare for him, so I decided to be an even better assistant than normal and actually pay attention to the coffee order he gave me when I got into work. I wrote it down and everything so I wouldn’t get it wrong this time.

As I was leaving to go out and get it, I hesitated by the door and forced myself to look over at Seb, who was standing outside it reading the paper.

“Just going to get Holt coffee.” My voice was mostly normal. Maybe a teensy bit jumpy. Ever since I’d asked him to be my fuckletics instructor, just looking at Seb made me feel all jittery. “Want anything?”

He looked up from his paper, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze from his golden-brown eyes. They were… nice. A nice colour. Kind of like honey. And his eyebrows were nice too. A nice shape and thickness, not too heavy.

“I’ll have a hot chocolate. Thanks.”

I almost salivated. Hot chocolate was my favourite, but I never got it at work, because it felt kinda childish. I got coffee, like an adult. Even though I didn’t really like coffee.

“Okay.” I nodded, still hesitating. Just as Seb’s eyes drifted back to his paper, I blurted, “I haven’t changed my mind. By the way.”

His gaze snapped back to me, something flashing in his eyes. After a few loaded seconds, his chin dipped in a brief nod. “Alright. Neither have I.”

Fuck. Okay. So that meant it was happening. Seb was going to be my sex sensei. I was going to get naked in front of him.

Shit. I’m going to have to get naked in front of him.

Resisting the urge to clamp a hand over my lower back, as if he could suddenly see what was hidden there beneath my suit, I nodded again, my throat bobbing. “Okay, cool. Shweet. Okay. Um… so…”

His gaze flicked to the closed door. “We should talk about… parameters somewhere private.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” I nodded quickly. We both seemed to have already silently agreed that this would stay a secret. Discreet and all that. I mean, I didn’t particularly want people knowing that I needed sex lessons. “So I guess…”

“I’ll text you. We can arrange to meet up and discuss it.”

He sounded so… businesslike. But that made sense. This was a kind of… formal arrangement. A transaction. Well, except he wasn’t really getting anything from it except orgasms, I supposed. But Seb didn’t need me for that. I was pretty sure he could get orgasms from whoever he wanted. He was very attractive. Objectively.

God, I hoped I eventually got good at giving him orgasms. I was going to work my ass off to give him the best orgasms ever. Just because it would mean a job well done. Not for any other reason. Just so I’d know that I was ready to spread my beautiful if slightly undersized wings and bestow mind-blowing orgasms upon the wrestlers and whoever else I wanted to go to poundtown with.

“Okay,” I said in a slightly strangled voice, then finally hustled down the corridor.

We had to discuss it more? Why? Why couldn’t we just get right to it? How much was there to discuss in a neutral setting? I couldn’t practise dicksucking in a neutral setting.

Oh my god. It finally hit me as I got into my car—what this arrangement between us actually meant. I was going to suck Seb’s dick. And do all other kinds of stuff. Touch it. See him naked. Eventually have his big werewolf penis inside me.