Page 24 of Teach Me How

Font Size:

Page 24 of Teach Me How

She tilts her head. “You just said that you’re attracted to me. Can’t we do a friends with benefits thing?”

Her fingertips trail across my knee. It’s a touch that barely skirts the boundary between friendly and teasing.

“That never works.” Fucking voice is betraying me, dropping, sounding all raspy.

“Why not?”

“In this particular case, your brother is a big part of the problem.”

“Josh isn’t here right now.”

I swallow as her hand tentatively slides across my thigh, giving me a chance to move it away. I don’t.

“Damn it, Reese. You’re making it very hard for me.”

Her hand slides inward, fingertips feathering over the perimeter of my stiff shaft. “Seems like it.”

She’s so playful and cute and sexy. How did her loser of a boyfriend ever deny her anything? Or worse, how could he make her feel bad about herself for wanting something so natural?

It pisses me off to think about her being rejected like that.

If I strip away all the noise, it’s pretty simple.

She wants me, and I really fucking want her.

And whether I say yes or no, the situation is already complicated. There’s no going back from here. Might as well give in and enjoy the ride.

15.

Reese

I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. This is when Jonah would usually get mad at me. Berate me for being a tempting Jezebel. I can see Skyler doing calculations in his head. When his hand moves to cover mine, I’m expecting him to push me away, but he drags my hand over his shaft.

My eyes widen and my lips part in surprise and he takes the opportunity to lean forward and kiss my open mouth.

Just one kiss, a taste, and I’m slipping, falling head over heels. Dizzy with it.

He shifts over me, and I happily submit, melting backwards as he settles himself over me. His tongue glides over mine, curving over mine in a way that makes it easy to respond. Like dancing with a good lead. Those hands slip under my hoodie and work their way up my skin. His palm is callused and warm, heated even, leaving scorch marks wherever he touches. His fingers trail along the edge of my bra, like he’s mapping out the location of my serpent tattoo, and then his hand is sliding over the curve of my breast. Back in high school, some of the girls on the dance team told me my ginormous boobs were gross. I’ve always been a little embarrassed by the attention they attract. As much as they say people want big boobs, mine have nevereverbeen a positive thing. I’ve wanted a reduction since the day I learned that was an option.

My dad always seemed annoyed by my body. Everything I wore was too revealing. Maybe that’s why I accepted Jonah’s controlling attitude without much of a fight.

I should be ripping Skyler’s clothes off, but instead I’m thinking about my freaking dad, of all people. Clinging to Skyler’s back, I arch into him, begging him to turn up the heat. To burn away these insecurities, drown out the thoughts that just won’t quit.

He responds by reaching down and pulling my sweater over my head. He tugs his t-shirt off one-handed, grabbing the collar at the back and slipping it off in one swift move. His toned stomach contracts in the process and my gaze is drawn to his belly button and the dark trail of hair the leads down to his zipper.

I’ve only ever had sex in the dark, under the covers. And while there is much to be said about seeing a half-naked Skyler in all his glory, that means that I am also laid out for perusal.

My jeans cut into my soft sides, and I automatically reach in front of myself, wrapping my arms around my middle self-consciously. His gaze drags up my stomach, lingering on my chest before reaching my very flushed cheeks. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, lowering his body over mine. I gratefully pull him closer, relishing his weight and the heat of his skin.

His hands find my sides, traveling up the curve of my ribcage before sliding over my boobs again. Long fingers stretch across the soft flesh, dimpling it when he squeezes me. His hips grind into mine, sending sparks flickering across my middle. He groans against my lips, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way down my neck. His lips nuzzle at the curve of my breast while his hand massages it.

I am not a virgin. I’ve had a man’s hands on my boobs before. But Skyler does everything with such a ferocious sensuality. I feel like I’m experiencing everything for the first time. It’s like a little league player going into the big leagues.

When he moves his hand to the button on my jeans, I’m the one who captures his hand and holds him still. “Here?”

This brings him up short. He raises his head, eyes dark with passion and my just a touch of confusion. But he keeps his voice soft. “You want to move to your bedroom?”

I’m starting to feel sheepish. Some people have sex on their kitchen table. In the back of a pickup truck. I’m so vanilla, I need my own sheets and pillows. “Yeah.”




Top Books !
More Top Books

Treanding Books !
More Treanding Books