Chapter Ten

Lesson 2

Larkin

The short walk to Taylor's new office was silent. My dick grew harder with every step, so I was walking kind of awkwardly, trying to conceal it as much as possible. If Seb noticed, he didn't say a word. I took a sneaky glance at his groinal area, trying to see if he was getting hard too, but I now knew that his dick was so big that it was kind of impossible to tell if he was chubbing up. The mound there was already… prominent.

I gulped and kept my eyes fixed forward, as if the bare corridor walls were super interesting. I kept trying to think of something to say to fill the silence, but my mind had gone weirdly blank. Almost like I was nervous or something. But that couldn't be right—I usually did the opposite of go quiet when I was nervous. I rambled.

Suddenly, it clicked. I'd missed my morning jerk sesh. That explained why I had such a stiffie just from walking beside Seb, and why I couldn't think of anything to say, and why I was all jittery. My balls were too full. Everyone knew there was a direct link between the brain and the balls.

When Seb opened the door for me, I ducked my head and shuffled inside, my gut bottoming out with… something. This felt kind of naughty. Like we were sneaking off to do something we shouldn't. When I heard Seb close the door behind him, it happened again. I exhaled slowly, my belly fizzing.

"Looks nice," Seb commented in his typical flat tone. I peeked over to see him leaning against the door with his arms crossed. When our eyes met, heat flooded my cheeks.

"Y-yeah." My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and gestured at the desk, keeping my front angled away from him so he wouldn't see my throbbing boner. "Nice… pens."

"Think Taylor will like it?"

A weird mix of disappointment and nervous anticipation made me want to squirm. Had he brought me in here for another lesson, or literally just to look at the office and get away while Holt and Taylor had wild quitting sex? I couldn't tell, and it was making me tense.

"Don't see why he wouldn't." I sounded a little stiff. "Another room for him and Holt to fuck in."

He huffed in amusement. "I'm surprised Holt didn't just order a futon for in here."

A smile tilted my lips, and when I glanced over at him and he shot me a brief grin like the one he'd given me last night, some of the tension eased from me, allowing me to laugh.

"Yeah, or a sex swing."

"A set of stocks."

Another dorky, snorty laugh gurgled out of me. "Or one of those fuck machines. You know, with the dildo on the end."

Seb's brows rose slightly, as if he was surprised I knew about that. I flushed and said, "I have varied jack-off material taste, okay?"

His mouth twitched. "Alright. Nothing wrong with variety."

We lapsed into silence. I couldn't tell if he found it as loaded and awkward as I did, because he was still leaning casually against the door with his arms crossed. But he was watching me. Kind of intensely. Or maybe it just felt intense, because his eyes were… looking darker, more like maple syrup than honey, and I realised with another swooping sensation in my belly that the same thing had happened to them last night.

"Maybe that can be lesson two," he suddenly rasped, still watching me.

I froze, jittery fear and excitement streaking through me. "Wh-what? The fuck machine?" I asked in mild alarm.

His lips curved up into a tiny, crooked smile that made my cock twitch eagerly. "No, not that. Talking."

I stared at him in disbelief. And disappointment. He wanted to talk ? "About what?"

"An important part of being sexually active is being able to talk about it, Larkin. About what you want and what your partners want, and more importantly, what you definitely don't want. Like I said last night, if you feel mature enough to do this stuff, you should be mature enough to talk about it."

A flash of indignance drew my brows together and made my wings snap out wide. Was he saying I wasn't mature? I was, like, so mature. I was pretty sure I was more mature than Holt, at least. I'd seen that dick-themed colouring book in his desk drawer.

I'd maybe coloured in a couple myself while he'd been off doing something else.

"I can talk about it, dude," I said defensively, with far more confidence than I felt. "I'll talk about whatever you want. Go ahead. Ask me anything."

"Alright." He shifted slightly against the door, eyeing me with mild curiosity. "When you imagine yourself having sex with someone, what role do you tend to take?"

"Um…" I fidgeted, starting to sweat a little. "An… active one?"

He huffed in amusement. "Right. But are you more dominant? More submissive? Does it vary?"

Shit, he wasn't kidding. He actually wanted to talk . Sighing, saying a silent apology to my throbbing dick for getting it all worked up for no reason, I shuffled back to perch on the edge of Taylor's new desk. If I hunched over enough, maybe he wouldn't see my giant boner.

"I don't… know," I admitted. "It's kind of hard to know for sure when I've never done it."

"That's fair," he said calmly, before his throat bobbed and his tongue darted out to swipe over his lips. "Well, do you like the thought of… being in control? Telling your partner what to do and taking charge during sex?"

Honestly, that did sound hot, but I still wasn't sure. "Maybe…?"

"Or do you prefer the idea of being told what to do? Being overpowered? Maybe being held down?"

My dick bucked. Aggressively. I swallowed, breaths growing a little shallow as I stared at him across the room. "I think… that."

Something flared in his eyes. As we fell silent again, my gaze wandered down his frame, over his biceps bulging beneath his suit, his wide chest and narrow waist, before I caught sight of a far more prominent bulge growing behind his fly.

My balls tightened. He was getting hard.

Did that mean he liked the thought of overpowering me? Telling me what to do? Shit, holding me down?

My breath shuddered out of me. Yes. That. I wanted that.

I found myself nodding almost desperately, and I needlessly answered the question again. "Yeah, I th-think… I think I want… that."

"Alright." His voice was deeper and raspier when he asked, "And do you imagine yourself fucking another person, or getting fucked?"

Oh my god. My dick started to leak, the tip sticking uncomfortably to my boxer briefs.

"I… I want to try both," I said hoarsely, my gaze darting back down to what was now a full-blown erection in his slacks.

Holy dick, would Seb let me fuck him?

"We can do both," he rasped, answering the unasked question for me. I had to clamp my hands on the edge of the desk to stop myself from reaching down and gripping my cock.

"It's your turn." His eyes looked even darker when my wide-eyed gaze snapped back up to his face. "Tell me what else you want to try."

"I… I told you." My voice was wobbly and a little breathless. "Everything."

"Be specific, Larkin." His deep, almost growly tone made a shiver race down my spine, my knees growing weak.

"I… I want to try sucking dick." I was starting to pant, and he wasn't even anywhere near me. "I want to suck your dick."

His fingers tightened on his biceps, arms still crossed. His cock visibly jerked in his pants. "What else?"

"I want to… rim you." I bit my lip, gazing at him uncertainly. "If you like that."

"I'll let you do it." His voice was almost a purr. "Keep going."

"I want to…" My gaze settled back on his erection, and I couldn't tear my eyes away, my chest rising quickly with my shallow breaths. "I want to know what it feels like to get fucked."

A tiny groan escaped him. His thighs tensed, like he'd been about to push himself up from his relaxed stance against the closed door. My belly clenched with a rush of nervous excitement.

"And I want to know what it feels like to fuck someone," I breathed, feeling less nervous about voicing it all now, but still not sure how to say any of it in a particularly eloquent way. I wasn't all that good at being eloquent. "I want to… to feel it around my dick."

He let out a low, rumbling hum. "Feel what?"

I finally tore my gaze from his erection to look at him, my face feeling flushed and a little sweaty. "Feel your ass around my dick."

"You want to fuck me?" he murmured, fingers twitching against his biceps.

I nodded desperately. "Y-yeah."

"And do you want me to fuck you, Larkin?"

"Yes," I croaked, finally giving in and clutching at my straining dick through my pants. "I want your dick inside me. And I w-want to see if I can take your knot."

A hoarse groan tore from him. He did straighten from the door this time, making my pulse leap, but after a second, he let out a slow breath and leaned back again.

"We can try," he rasped, eyes locked on my trembling hand gripping my cock. "But it doesn't matter if you can't."

"I think I'll be able to," I wheezed, already picturing it. I hadn't seen Seb's knot yet, but I knew what werewolf dick looked like. I imagined myself hovering over his lap, slowly working it inside me while he groaned and shuddered beneath me, gripping my hips tight, telling me how well I was doing.

I was going to take his knot. Literally nothing would stop me.

"You're doing great, Lark," he murmured, and my heart thudded hard at the praise. "Is there anything you know you don't want?"

I let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm down enough to think rationally. "Um… I don't think I'm all that interested in… you know, like, being choked, or… wh-whipped or paddled or something."

He nodded and gave me a tiny, encouraging smile, before his gaze drifted down my body, pupils expanding in a rush. "What about being spanked?"

Oh golly. My breath hitched, my cock giving a very interested jerk against my palm. I tried to imagine Seb's big hand making hard, firm contact with my ass. Maybe while he was fucking me, or had me bent over his lap while he stuffed his fingers in my hole—

"I think I want to try it," I croaked, clutching my cock for dear life. If it got any harder, was it going to fall off? It felt like I could slam it down on this desk and snap the wood in half.

"We can try whatever you want, Larkin," he purred, that soothing voice so at odds with the stiff way he was holding himself now, like he was fighting not to launch himself across the room.

Launch, dude! Launch yourself at me!

"Keep going," he added darkly. "What else do you want to do with me?"

"I want to… I want…" I found my gaze locking onto his mouth.

We'd agreed that I didn't need any help with kissing, so there was no need to practise that, but…

Seb looked like he'd be a good kisser. There was just something about him that told me he would. That he'd take control of the kiss, but gently, not aggressively, and cup my jaw in his big hands, holding my head steady for his tongue to sink inside my mouth. Maybe he'd groan while he did it, because he liked kissing me so much, and maybe then he'd get a little more… dominant. Still not aggressive, but… taking what he wanted because he knew I wanted to give it. Licking into my mouth, gliding his tongue firmly against mine, before trailing his lips down my neck and chest…

"Lark." His low voice made me blink rapidly and refocus on him. He gave me a tiny, faintly amused smile. "What else?"

If I said I wanted to kiss him, after saying I didn't need his help with that, he'd know I wanted to kiss him. Which… Did I? I had no idea anymore. I was too fucking horny to think. My dick was about to fall off. He couldn't expect me to keep talking when my dick was literally about to fall off, could he?

"Sixty-nining," I blurted, then flushed as I wondered if I was being totally weak. Maybe I should've been suggesting kinkier stuff, like… I didn't even know. The porn I watched wasn't really all that hardcore or anything.

Maybe nipple clamps or something? I flinched at the thought. No, I didn't think I'd be into that.

"We can do that," Seb rasped, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly, all these abstract ideas were seeming more and more concrete. Certain. He was telling me we'd do all these things. We were actually going to do all these things. We were talking about them so we'd do them.

"And I kind of… want to… maybe be tied up." Suddenly, I was trying to think of every single thing I wanted—everything I'd fantasised about. "So you can do whatever you want to me. M-maybe… maybe you could tie me up and edge me again."

Seb finally rose from his slouched position against the door in a sharp movement. My breath hitched, eyes wide as he started crossing the room in fast, determined strides.

"Maybe I could use a toy on you." His voice was gravelly, reminding me of last night.

"Yeah," I breathed, then clamped my teeth on my lower lip as he got closer.

I'd never used any toys. I'd been too nervous to order any and have someone else in the family intercept them in the mail. For all I knew, sex toy companies delivered their products in bright pink boxes with, like, a little dildo pattern on them or something. I would literally wither up with embarrassment if my mom saw that.

My trembling knees automatically spread wider when he reached me, so he could stand between my thighs. Finally releasing the death grip on my cock, I placed my hands behind me on the desk for balance as I stared up at him, barely remembering to breathe, just waiting to see what he would do.

"What about frotting?" he asked in a murmur, reaching down so his long fingers could pop the button on my fly. A tiny whimper escaped me, and he went still as he stared down at me and waited for my answer—waited to see if I would tell him to stop and push his hand away.

Obv I didn't.

"Uhhh…" I'd already forgotten the question. "About… what?"

He gave me a tiny smile as the sound of my zipper being slowly lowered filled the room. "Frotting. You want to try that?"

Oh my god, oh my god.

My head bobbed in a frantic nod. Did I want to try sliding my cock against Seb's until we came all over each other? Um, yes.

"Do you want to try it right now?" He reached into my boxer briefs and wrapped his fingers around my aching dick, making me whimper. "As a reward for answering all my questions?"

"Yes," I gasped, hips already straining toward him. "Please. Yes, please."

"Alright. You did so good, Larkin." He almost sounded like he wanted to say something else, but instead he eased my cock out and gave it a slow stroke. "Jesus, you're so hard. Already leaking everywhere."

As his thumb swiped over my wet tip, then slowly circled my banjo string, I jerked with a tiny whine and felt my eyelids flutter from the pleasure. I was literally about two seconds from blowing, and I really, really wanted to try frotting, so I quickly reached for his fly and fumbled with the button.

Seb's fingers tightened on my cock, his hips arching forward so I could reach better. My hand trembling, I reached into his pants and pulled out his stiff dick, brows pinching as I greedily took it in. God, it was so big, and flushed a dark red, and the tip was wet. A tiny shudder wracked his frame as a drop of clear pre-cum welled and slid down over the tapered head.

I wasn't thinking all that much anymore. Chest heaving, I tried to tug his cock closer to mine and heard Seb huff in amusement before he released my dick to gently unwrap my clutching hand from around his. I was already trembling, my knees bouncing frantically as I stared down at his cock just an inch from mine. Then he eased closer, and my weeping tip brushed the underside of his length.

" Nnngh ." I shuddered hard, panting raggedly as my hips strained up to brush my cock against his again. "Seb. Seb—"

"I've got you, swee—Lark." He pressed his cock firmly against mine, making my stomach clench up, then wrapped his fist around both of us.

"Oh… oh my god." More than anything, it was the knowledge that his cock was sliding against mine—the sight of it—that was making me want to come instantly. It was so… intimate. Secret. The parts of our bodies that stayed hidden from everyone were literally pressed together.

"I'm g-gonna come really fast," I got out in a trembling voice, my sweating palms slipping on the desk and knocking into something.

"That's okay," he rasped soothingly, then slid his big fist up and back down our pinned lengths.

" Mmm. " My eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. My elbows buckled, so I shakily lowered myself onto them.

"That's perfect," Seb murmured, and the praise lit me up on the inside. "I'm going to hold still and you're going to move, Larkin. Fuck your dick against mine."

This could legit kill me. My heart was pounding so freaking hard. I couldn't think. I was just nerves and sensation, a constant flow of pleasure rippling over my whole body.

I tried to thrust against him, but the angle was a little awkward with my feet still on the floor. Licking my lips, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips so I could lift my ass off the desk and slide my cock against his within his fist, a broken moan escaping me.

"Perfect," he rasped again. "Keep going."

"I'm—I—" I panted, thrusting manically into his fist. My banjo string was sliding against him, catching on the ridge of his cockhead, and it was making me shake wildly. "I'm g-gonna come. I c-can't h-hold it back—"

"That's okay," he murmured. His free hand slid over my tense stomach, pushing my shirt higher and out of the way. I felt his thumb trace lightly around my belly button, and the ticklish sensation made me clench up and gasp.

"S-Seb."

"Keep going, Lark." His voice was ragged, breathing choppy. I felt his hips twitch as he fought to keep them still. The knowledge that this was affecting him too made me moan desperately and fuck into his fist faster, gasping for breath.

"I'm coming," I got out in a wobbly voice as the pleasure mushroomed, turning my thrusts erratic. "I'm coming. Seb—"

His free hand quickly cupped the heads of our cocks, a split second before I stiffened completely and cried out as the pressure broke. My dick throbbed wildly against his, unloading into his fist. Just as the orgasm began to taper off, I felt his big body shudder as his cock flexed hard. His hot cum coated my sensitive cockhead, sending me into another fast, intense explosion, my balls almost aching from the force of it.

I realised I was chanting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," when his body finally sagged, his cock pulsing weakly against mine. As I floated back down to earth, I could hear my pulse pounding wildly in my ears. My head felt light and empty. I just wanted to collapse back onto the desk and take a nap.

Oh. Shit. We were on Taylor's brand-new desk. In his brand-new, never even used office.

Peeling my eyes open, I lifted my heavy head and stared at Seb. His chest was pumping fast under his shirt as he gazed back at me, expression almost unreadable. It made a flurry of nerves cut through the hazy, post-nut fog, but before I could move, he gave me that rare grin that instantly put me at ease.

"Excellent second lesson," he said, voice still deeper and growlier than normal.

I laughed hoarsely, looking down my front at his hand still cupped over our softening cocks. Carefully, he raised it and curled his fingers into a fist so he didn't get cum anywhere.

Well, I was definitely glad he had the foresight to do that. I would've been hella embarrassed if I'd had to walk around all day with cum on my shirt.

I struggled upright, then quickly reached into my jacket pocket. "I have some napkins from the coffee place."

"That's a relief," he said dryly, taking them when I held them out. Before scrubbing his hand, he gently wiped away the cum clinging to the head of my cock, making me shiver and bite my lip.

I watched as he cleaned himself up, swiping his own dick far less carefully, then wiping at his hand. Realising I was just sitting there staring at him, I hurriedly tucked my dick away and refastened my pants, then hopped off the desk to shove my shirt tails back under my waistband.

"I feel kinda bad for Taylor," I admitted sheepishly. "They'll probably come look in here once they're done boning. What if it smells like cum in here?"

Seb glanced around as he refastened his pants, then nodded at a can of air freshener on top of the filing cabinet. I hurried over to grab it, holding down the sprayer for several seconds and wafting it toward the desk.

"Do you think they're… you know, done?" I asked Seb apprehensively. I didn't really want to go hang out anywhere else in the club, I just wanted to collapse into my desk chair and bask in the afterglow of my first frotting sesh. Maybe relive it several times over the course of the day instead of doing any work.

Seb grimaced slightly. "I'll be able to hear if we head back."

I nodded, meeting him at the door. "So uh… you can hear that good, huh? You can… hear stuff all the way from Holt's office?"

If that was true, he had definitely heard Holt yelling at me for pooping in a bag. Oh god. That was kind of embarrassing.

He glanced at me as we left the room. "I'll be able to hear that ."