Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Fuck …” The word escapes before I can stop it. “You’re, umm, a quick learner.”
His heated stare has me so turned on my brain is starting to scramble. “You’re a good teacher.”
I need to touch him. “The best way to learn anatomy is with a hands-on approach.” My body thrums in anticipation. It’s begging, Touch me, more, please.
“I can see that,” he rasps. His green eyes darken as he takes me in. They trail over the pen marks he left, but he still doesn’t make a move.
He’s stronger than I am.
Though his finger hovering so close to my hole really isn’t helping me brain.
I swallow hard. “There’s another proven learning technique we could cover.”
“What’s that?”
“A reward system.”
His lips quirk. “And how does that work?”
“Each time you learn something new, I reward you.”
“How?”
I lean over and whisper in his ear. “However you want.”
Finally, he breaks, and a crack in his restraint shows. Asher shoots back in his chair and stands. “Pity I’m not your type … right?”
“I’m prepared to make sacrifices in the name of education.” The needy tinge to my words makes Asher smile, but it falls fast.
“You’re fucking with me.” He squeezes his hands closed by his sides and then folds them across his impressively wide chest.
I don’t know how to tell him that I’m really, really not. “How does it feel? You’ve been doing it to me ever since I locked you in that room with Simms.”
“So this is payback? All of this?” Asher waves his hand, gesturing to all the writing on my skin.
“Nope. I really am trying to help you learn.” I step closer. “This way could be a good idea.”
“Hooking up is a terrible idea.”
“But what if it works?”
“Do you really think a reward system will?” he asks.
“The mess on my stomach proves it does.”
Asher’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “We wouldn’t want to wreck our friendship though, would we?”
We’re only inches away now. I can feel his warmth. Could reach out and touch him. “It would just be adding another way for us to be friendly.”
With hockey-like reflexes, Asher’s arm curls around my back and crushes me to him. I let out a little unintentional squeak as he presses his hard cock against my thigh. Damn, he feels good.
“This could be dangerous. You’re Coach’s son.”
“No one has to know.”
He still hesitates, bottom lip caught in his teeth, and I have to admit, he’s proving he does actually have impulse control. He just never uses it.
“I didn’t think it would take this much convincing. I must be losing my touch.”
He lets out a loud breath. “You have no idea how much I want to take you up on this. But … it’s not a good idea. I’m not good for you. I don’t want … feelings to get involved. That’s when things get messy.”
I snort, because the idea of falling for Asher is actually ridiculous. “Guys with the emotional range of a trash can really are hard to resist.”
“I’m a total catch.” He cups my jaw. “We’re basically playing with fire here.”
“What if I promise not to fall in love with you? Then will you let me suck your dick?”
Apparently, those are the magic words. All hesitance leaves him as his mouth crashes against mine. His grip on my jaw is firm, his mouth strong and domineering. I immediately part my lips, letting his tongue in, and Asher fucking owns me with his kiss.
Tingles break across my skin as I try to match the force he’s kissing me with, but he easily overpowers me. He bites down on my bottom lip, nipping … teasing … Then suddenly, he backs up, and I’m not ready for it. I stumble forward, but his large hand on my shoulder steadies me before he pushes me to my knees. He shoves his sweats down his thighs.
He’s hard, and there’s already a little dot of precum hovering on the tip of his cock. And of course Asher has a sexy cock. A bit bigger than average and thick. So thick it makes my mouth water as I anticipate wrapping my lips around it.
I reach up to remove my glasses when Asher catches my hand. “Leave them.”
Nrgh. Gladly. With a slow smile, I lean forward and drag my tongue from base all the way to tip. I’m the type of guy who loves giving head. I could do it all day … or until my jaw aches, at least. The power dynamic of being in a submissive position while holding all the cards really does it for me. I could pull away, I could stop, or I could go all in if I wanted to, and he doesn’t get a say. All he can do is stand there at my mercy.
I go slow and love every tortured sound that leaves him. His heavy breaths spur me on.