Chapter Four

Fuckletics Instructor

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.

Nervous anticipation fizzed in my belly as I drove into town. I knew all about werewolf dick. I may have been a virgin, but I was an avid consumer of porn. Susan, a banshee wrestler called the Silent Scream, had an incubus adult film star for a boyfriend. I was a big fan of his work. One of my favourite videos of his was a threesome he'd had with a werewolf couple.

Even though Asmo—stage name Assmo Dickus—was actually bisexual, his videos tended to cater to the ‘curious straight guy' market. A lot of hanging out with the bros before they all got inexplicably horny while playing video games and started jerking each other off, claiming they never did this.

But this particular video started with Asmo and the male werewolf lavishing attention on the female werewolf, which I also very much enjoyed. Sucking a nipple each, taking turns kissing her, before they both eventually ended up with their faces pressed together between her legs to lick her pussy. At some point, their tongues started to brush together, and then the male werewolf abandoned his girlfriend's cunt to lick his way down Asmo's spine before pushing his big werewolf tongue into his asshole.

Asmo was great at portraying the fine balance between apprehensive and totally down for it. "Woah, bro, that feels…" he said in the video, already grinding his ass back onto the werewolf's tongue.

Anyways, my point was, things progressed in the video until Asmo was flat on his back, the female wolf riding his face, while the male pushed his big werewolf dick into Asmo's ass. I always held my breath at that moment while I was watching—because yes, I'd watched it a ridiculous number of times. Staring at that slick, flushed dick with its tapered head and the bulbous knot at its base, just above the balls.

Asmo made a big show of being unwilling to take the knot at first—"Fuck, bro, it's too big, there's no way"—before eventually starting to beg for it. "Oh shit. Yeah, yeah, push it in, bro. I can take it. Ahhh, fuck, it's so thick… "

That was usually when I nutted. The moment the werewolf eased his knot into Asmo's very attractive ass. It was big. And thick. And looked… fun.

Would Seb be in his werewolf form for our sex lessons? Would he teach me how to take his knot? Technically, I didn't really need experience with that. The only werewolf wrestler at Goliaths was Brian—B. Were—and while he was still ridiculously hot, he was also pretty shy and had never overtly expressed an interest in banging me. I still would, obviously, if he wanted it too.

But… I mean… this was going to be my chance to learn all kinds of sex stuff. Really, I should be thorough. I'd probably meet a werewolf I wanted to fuck one day in the future. I should be prepared to take their knot. It was only polite.

I realised my dick was rock hard when I pulled up outside the coffee place Holt liked, so I had to sit in my car for a few minutes until it went down. By the time I was climbing back into my car ten minutes later, I was back to feeling restless and jittery and nervously excited about finally getting to experience sex. Finally knowing what it felt like to have another person's dick in my hand. And my mouth. And my butt.

Although if he put his dick in my butt, that would mean he'd see…

Gulping, I started the car to head back to the office. I hadn't actually thought this all the way through. It had all felt hypothetical at first, even after Seb had agreed. But now that we were in phase two, arranging to actually discuss it, I was beginning to realise what it meant.

Getting naked together. I'd have to be naked in front of him. One of the reasons I hadn't had sex yet was because I was kind of insecure about my body. About one specific part of it.

Oh god. He was going to see it.

Trying to push it from my mind—that was future Larkin's problem—I parked in my usual spot outside the office and used my key to unlock the basement door. It was the middle of the day, which meant all the offices in the building were filled with human workers, so we couldn't risk anyone wandering down into Goliaths. All the building staff, like maintenance and security, were non-humans, but Holt had been extra strict about keeping the door locked after my teensy faux pas when I'd let Taylor in.

When I reached the office, I fumbled with Seb's hot chocolate, my belly fluttering with nerves once again. Especially when our fingers brushed as he took the cup from me.

"Thanks." He nodded at the cardboard holder still containing two drinks. "What did you get?"

"Just a coffee." I tried not to eye Seb's delicious hot chocolate with envy.

He nodded and took a small sip, then pursed his lips. "I think they might've added syrup to this. It's too sweet."

"Oh." My shoulders sagged. "Uh, I could go back—"

"Do you want it?"

I blinked at him, then down at the hot chocolate, trying not to sound too hopeful when I asked, "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'll take your coffee instead, if you want."

"Okay," I said quickly, because damn it, I wanted hot chocolate. If anyone asked why I was drinking a kid drink, I could legitimately say that I'd selflessly sacrificed my coffee for Seb.

We exchanged drinks, our fingers brushing again, and then I found myself hesitating instead of just going inside to deliver Holt's coffee. After a second or two of awkward silence, Seb tilted his head toward the door.

"Axel's here."

"He is?" I glanced at the door. "So he's back from his cruise?"

"Yeah." Seb's mouth twitched, almost curving into a tiny smile. My stomach clenched. "Guess it's lucky he wasn't available to wipe Taylor's memory before."

The laugh I let out was a little too loud. "Yeah. For sure. Taylor's sick. You know, in like… an old way."

Seb gave me a dry look. "Taylor isn't old, Larkin."

I flushed. "No, I know. I mean, uh, he's just… uncool? But not in a bad way," I rushed to add. "In a cool way. Like Ethel. You know?"

The expression on Seb's face told me he didn't actually know, but he just nodded once and opened the door for me. Trying not to get offended by what seemed like his way of dismissing me, I wandered inside and took a greedy gulp of my hot chocolate.

Shit, that's good. Sooo much better than coffee.

Setting the cupholder down on my desk, I flopped into my chair and got out my phone. I was getting ridiculously good at Moth Simulator now, and I was determined to beat Kit—a mothperson wrestler who went by The Night Light and was also obsessed with the game.

After about five minutes, I realised I'd forgotten to take Holt his coffee. Hoping it was still somewhat hot, I scrambled out of my chair and grabbed it, then knocked on his door.

"Yo yo, boss man, got your piping hot coffee here," I announced cheerfully as I opened the door, because I figured the most important aspect of my job was just keeping things nice and upbeat around here. Not, like, all the emails Holt asked me to reply to and stuff. I hardly ever actually did that part, but seeing as the club was still running smoothly, they couldn't have been all that pertinent to the role.

I paused when I noticed the other person in the room. "Oh, hey, Axel."

I'd forgotten he was here. Axel was an ailyn—a being who could, for lack of a better term, fuck with the timeline in people's heads, making them forget things, wiping out chunks of time. During that little mix-up with Taylor a few weeks ago, Holt had made me call him to come down to the club and remove Taylor's memory of ever entering Goliaths, but Axel had been on a cruise with his girlfriend.

It had all worked out fine in the end though, so Holt literally could not hold it against me. Besides, Seb hadn't noticed that Taylor wasn't a lampyr either. He'd smelled like lemons thanks to the lemon cake frosting smeared on his cheek. And he'd been an exact match for Holt's stripper request for the night—sad office worker forced to attend a colleague's birthday party. He'd been wearing the little party hat and everything. Anyone would've made the same mistake.

"Hey, Lark." Axel gave me a cheerful wave as I handed Holt his coffee. "How's it going?"

Oh, totally fine. I'm about to start having fuckletics classes with the werewolf outside. He's going to teach me how to suck his big werewolf dick. I'm super excited, but also really nervous? But looking forward to putting all my new skills to use with some of the wrestlers. How about you?

"All good," I answered Axel absently. "Same old. Not for Holt, though," I added slyly, smirking at my boss. "Has he told you about his new ‘friend?'"

As Holt shot me an unimpressed look, Axel chuckled. "Oh yeah, I've been hearing all about Taylor. Good job I wasn't in the country a few weeks ago, huh?"

"I know, right? I mean, when you think about it, boss…" I perched on the edge of Holt's desk. "I'm the whole reason you even met Taylor. That's got to, like, guarantee job security forever, right?"

"You'd think," Holt answered dryly.

"I'm basically your romance guru. If you ever need any more advice…" I gave him a kind smile, but he just stared at me blankly over the rim of his coffee cup.

"Get your ass off my desk, Lark."

I huffed and stood up. "There's no reason to be embarrassed, boss. Some people just need a bit of outside help in their love lives. Especially once they're of a more advanced age…"

"Thin ice, you little turd."

Axel burst out laughing. "You think Holt's of an advanced age? Shit, I don't want to tell you how old I am."

I stared at him with wide eyes. "How old are you?"

The ailyn winked at me, his eyes that creepy, endless black. "Old as time, bro."

"Really?" I asked a little breathlessly.

Holt huffed. "Larkin, you can't honestly believe that Axel is literally as old as time. He's fucking with you. Don't you have some work to do?"

"Eh." When Holt narrowed his eyes at me, I pasted on my excellent-employee smile and added, "I mean, of course. Only the bits I haven't got to yet."

Which was most of it.

"I'll go do the inventory for the bar," I told him in the deferential professional voice I was pretty sure I'd perfected. But Holt must have been extra nervous about his plan to offer Taylor a job later, because he glared at me instead of telling me what a great assistant I was.

"You were supposed to do that last Wednesday. Before last week's shows."

I waved a hand, making a hasty exit. "Yeah, well, we didn't run out of anything, so it was fine. Bye, Axel!"

I heard the ailyn chuckle. "Later, Lark."

Snagging my hot chocolate, I left the front office and gave Seb a brief, nervous smile as I passed him. He just nodded, sipping his coffee, and I resisted the urge to glance back as I made my way down the corridor.

What's he going to teach me first?

I hoped it was dicksucking. Not that I was, like, eager to suck Seb's dick or anything. I was just eager to suck a dick. And the one I'd be sucking just so happened to be attached to Seb. Was that irony? I didn't know if that was the right word—there was that ancient song that people got all annoyed about because the stuff mentioned wasn't actually ironic or whatever—but I was gonna go with irony. It was just ironic that the dick I was going to be sucking was Seb's dick. Or something. I'd forgotten what my point was.

The important thing to focus on was that soon—fuck, I hoped soon—I'd have a dick in my mouth.

Seb's dick.

Ironically.