Chapter Sixteen

Lesson 3 (Part II)

Larkin

Before I lowered my hips so my cock met his, I found myself staring at Seb's mouth again, then trailing my eyes down his body, greedily taking it all in.

My dick jerked as my gaze skittered between the exposed hollows of his armpits with their tufts of dark hair. Why was seeing that so hot? Maybe it was the curve of his biceps, or the casual way he had his arms tucked behind his head, the lines of muscle that formed his pecs pulled taut.

My gaze wandered lower, over the bumps of his abs and the trail of soft hair between them. The arrow of muscles pointing directly toward his groin. The couple of prominent veins I could see on his lower stomach descending that way too. The shallow dip of his navel.

Every part of him was just… so hot. No, it was more than that. He was beautiful. And real.

"Can I kiss you again?" The question burst out of me. I was already warm and flushed all over, so hopefully the heat creeping up my neck wasn't too obvious.

"You can do whatever you want, Lark," he murmured. "We both have our safewords if either of us does anything the other doesn't want."

I nodded and rested my palm on the mattress beside his head, leaning down. For some reason I was feeling kind of shy, so the kiss I gave him was light at first, until he pulled his arms free and rested his hands on my sides, trailing them over my bare skin and making me shiver. Then I kissed him harder, sinking my tongue into his mouth and moaning quietly when it came into contact with his.

I realised after a few seconds that my hips were rocking, trailing my cock against his. But it wasn't enough. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but oh my god, I needed to come so bad. And I needed to make him come. That was the lesson. That was what we were doing.

I broke the kiss, already breathing fast, then couldn't stop myself from darting back down to kiss him again. Quickly getting distracted from my goal, I ended up plunging my tongue back into his mouth, moaning breathlessly as my hips rocked faster down below.

When my balls tightened, tingles racing down my spine, I forced myself to sit up. I wanted to make him come, and I wanted to make him come first . He hadn't told me to, but I was setting that as my own secret challenge. Even though it felt impossible. I had zero stamina, for real. Seb probably had, like, all the stamina ever.

Trembling lightly, I shuffled back to straddle his thighs, then gathered a hearty dose of spit on my tongue. He'd said spit wasn't ideal to use as lube, but he'd been talking about ass fucking. It would be fine for this, I was sure. I mean, we hadn't used anything last time, so it wasn't like it could make it feel worse .

Bending over slightly, I spat on his cock and grasped it in my fist to slick it up. But then I wondered if he'd think what I'd just done was gross, so I glanced up at him nervously.

His face was tight with pleasure, and his hands were gripping my hips hard. His dick throbbed against my fingers as he groaned between clenched teeth.

Okay, he'd liked it. Noice.

Letting go, I knee-walked back up to straddle his hips, then spat again, this time onto my own dick. It was lucky I had such fan-fucking-tastic aim. Seb lifted his head and watched as I fisted my cock to make it slippery all over, his eyes gleaming that dark gold.

Uncurling my fingers, I lowered my hips until my length met his and I could pin them together. The air stuttered out of my lungs at the feel, while Seb strained up and loosed a strangled groan.

Keeping my trembling fist clasped around us, I started to rock my hips again, staring down at where we were joined. Seb's cock was longer than mine, so my balls were sliding against his knot, which was so ridiculously hot that my teeth clamped down on my lower lip and a whimper escaped me.

"F-fuck," I breathed, grinding against him harder and pumping my fist over us both to counter my thrusts. "Seb."

"It feels amazing, Lark," he rasped, voice throaty. "You're doing so good."

"Mmm." A desperate moan burst from me, hips rocking faster. Wanting to hear him say more stuff like that, I breathlessly asked, "D-do you like it?"

His fingers tightened on my hips, then slid back to splay out over my ass, encouraging me to move faster.

"Yes, I fucking like it," he murmured.

I could feel him watching me, so I finally looked up and met his gaze. My face felt hot and flushed, strands of hair sticking to my temples, and my brows pinched as I sucked in shallow, ragged breaths.

"It f-feels so good. It's sooo m-much better than jerking off." My head fell back as I rested my free hand on the centre of his chest to steady myself. He was so warm and solid beneath me, his heart pounding under my palm. "Y-your dick feels so… I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me. Seb—"

"Soon," he panted, his hips moving against mine and his big thighs quaking.

"I don't want to wait," I sobbed, no longer in control as I rutted frantically against his cock in the tight ring of my fingers. "I want it now. Seb… please—"

A hoarse, trembling groan filled the room as Seb strained against me before his cock flexed and wet heat spurted between my fingers. I snapped my head down to see his brows scrunched with pleasure, fangs flashing between his parted lips as he grunted with every line of cum that shot onto his chest and stomach.

Oh my god. I did it. Seb came first.

I whimpered, stroking us both until he sagged and let out one more hoarse, drowsy groan. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers. I didn't want to hurt him if he grew oversensitive, so I let go and fisted my dick, jerking it frantically because it felt like my balls would explode if I didn't come in the next ten seconds.

My legs quaked when Seb lifted his head and peered down, trailing his fingertips lightly over my inner thighs. Oh fuck, that felt good. I couldn't stop shuddering, my breaths huffing out of me.

"Make yourself come for me, Lark," Seb murmured, and that was it. I was done. Fully cooked. Or juiced. Whatever.

A strangled cry left me as my hips jerked, then locked up. Cum shot from me in fast, forceful spurts, landing all over his chest and stomach alongside his own. I was almost hyperventilating, the knowledge that I was coming on Seb—like, literally on his body— making me shake wildly. Pleasure raced through my limbs, turning them weak and trembly. My toes curled hard, tucked under his thighs.

Dorky little whimpers still came out with every manic breath as the orgasm faded away, leaving me limp and trembling on top of him. With a tired moan, I let myself sink down onto his chest and tucked my face into his neck, trying to catch my breath.

My spit-and-cum-slicked hand curled weakly on the mattress, but I made sure to keep any fluids off the sheets. In a jarring rush, I remembered where we were. In a spare bedroom at Holt's house. With all our co-workers right outside. Having a pool party.

Despite realising that we'd been gone a pretty long time and there was a risk of someone catching us, I melted onto Seb's big chest and sighed into his neck, my hot forehead resting on the bed and my wings opening and closing languidly behind me. I didn't want to move. I was pretty sure my legs wouldn't support me if I tried to stand up right now anyway.

Besides, Seb's arms had wrapped around my middle and he was hugging me tightly to him, so it was, like, my noble duty or something to stay right where I was. If he wanted me to move, he wouldn't be doing that, right?

"Mmm." I sank deeper into him, rubbing my nose against his sweat-damp neck and subtly breathing in his scent. He always smelled so good. Warm and comforting. Like a favourite blanket.

He lifted his head to kiss my shoulder, and a languid smile tilted my lips. That felt so nice. I knew it'd feel nice.

Wanting him to tell me how well I'd done—when had I become desperate to hear him say it?—I mumbled, "Did I do okay?"

But Seb suddenly stiffened against me, making me worry that, for some reason, it had been the wrong thing to say. He let out a slow breath.

"Yes." His voice was thick, but then he cleared his throat and gave my ass a gentle squeeze. "You did amazing, Lark. It felt incredible. Great… lesson."

Right. Yeah. It'd been a lesson. I'd somehow forgotten that again. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I pushed myself up on my arms and gave him a smile that I hoped didn't seem too uncertain.

"Thanks," I said shyly. My legs were still shaking wildly when I awkwardly clambered off him and stood, then hurried over to grab my towel off the floor so we could clean up.

When I turned back, Seb was sitting up on the end of the bed and scrubbing his hands down his face. His shoulders were kind of… slumped. I hesitated, rubbing my foot over the bottom of my calf as I watched him.

"Are you okay?" I asked anxiously.

He lowered his hands and lifted his head to look at me. My belly fluttered wildly when I saw the look in his eyes, almost like he was… desperate to say something to me.

Shit. Fuck. What if he'd changed his mind? What if that had actually been terrible, not amazing like he said? Or what if he didn't want to touch me again after finding out about my stupid nub?

If he didn't want to do this anymore, I wasn't going to argue and try to change his mind. That wasn't fair. He was only doing this to help me out. That didn't mean he was obligated, and I had no right to make him feel guilty for backing out.

My chest was tightening with something like panic. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to stop doing this with him. Suddenly, I was terrified that he was going to put an end to it.

I didn't want it to end.

His throat bobbed. Then, as if that pained, desperate look in his eyes had never even been there, he smiled and stood, shifting back into his fully human form.

"I'm great." He chuckled and nodded at the towel in my hand. "You're gonna use your towel to wipe up cum?"

Relieved that he seemed to be okay and wasn't telling me that this was over, I laughed a touch too loud. "Yeah. I mean, I don't want to risk walking to the bathroom and bumping into Holt while our cum is all over me. He'd probably fire me."

Seb snorted and stepped closer, reaching for the towel. "Here."

I automatically handed it over and held perfectly still when he used the corner to carefully clean my softened dick, then my chest and stomach. My pulse sped up again. I quickly said, "You can use it too. Obv."

He huffed in amusement. "Thanks."

As he wiped himself up, I grabbed my trunks and slipped them on. "How long have we been gone?"

"A while." He folded my towel for me, making sure the cum-smeared corner was tucked away, then handed it over before reaching for his trunks. "But most people are drunk. Doubt anyone will notice."

I nodded, fiddling with the drawstring on my shorts. "Yeah."

He gave me a wry look as he pulled on his trunks. "If anyone does, I promise I won't tell them I'm your fuckletics instructor."

I gurgled a laugh. "I mean, I'd rather people didn't know I need freaking sex lessons, but I wouldn't care if they thought we were just… you know. Fucking. I'd feel pretty proud, actually."

He glanced over at me sharply with a tiny smile. "Yeah?"

"I mean, yeah, obv. It's you. You're… Seb," I finished uncertainly, not sure what I was trying to say.

He huffed. "You mean boring Seb who does crossword puzzles and doesn't talk much."

"Uh, no ," I protested with a frown, getting defensive on his behalf. "You're not boring. That crossword puzzle the other night was fun. And you have just the right amount to say. You're just not a blabbermouth like me." I swallowed. "I… I really like hanging out with you, Seb. I don't just mean during our lessons, when we're… you know. I mean… when we're just talking and stuff. I really like it."

Before I could get all embarrassed, his expression softened. "I like hanging out with you too, Lark. And talking to you. Well, more like listening," he added teasingly, which made me laugh.

"Oh my god, dude, I know I'm a total blabbermouth. I just admitted it!" I stepped closer to nudge his arm, grinning up at him. "But you're stuck with me. Gonna talk to you all the time at work."

He flashed me that big grin back. "I don't mind."

My gaze darted down to his mouth, and my limbs twitched with the urge to lunge up and crush my mouth to his, but the lesson was over now. So I couldn't. Instead, I gestured at the door. "Guess we better go back out."

The smile dropped from his face as he glanced at the door. "Yeah."

Neither of us moved. After a few seconds, I admitted, "I don't really want to."

He smiled at me. "Me neither. But we can't stay in here."

I grimaced. "No. I do not want to get stuck in here and have to listen to Taylor and Holt having a margarita-fuelled, pre-first-day sex marathon."

He chuckled, then sighed and slowly headed for the door. I followed, my mood dimming at the thought of sitting back outside with all the others.

As Seb opened the door, I asked in a hushed voice, "Do you maybe want to… sit and chill out together until people start heading home? You don't have to," I rushed to add, my face getting hot. "I know you were having a good time with Ludo—"

"I want to." He flicked off the bedroom light behind us as he smiled down at me, his eyes gleaming amber in the weak glow coming from downstairs.

I grinned. "Cool."

This party turned out pretty good after all.