“Absolutely.”
“Prove it.”
I’m kneeling between Aidan’s legs as he sits in the chair in his living room that I swear is only meant for old men to take naps in. My hands are on his naked thighs as he runs his hand up and down his cock. “Do you want this, Miss Mitchell?” he asks and I move forward slightly when he puts a hand over my mouth. “Beg for it.”
“You beg for it,” I bite back playfully.
“Ah ah, you’re the one that wants the A.” I huff like a defiant child not getting her way. “Ask me.”
“To what,” I whisper.
“Ask me to let you suck my dick.”
I narrow my eyes at him, doing my best to play the part of the bratty school girl. God knows I would beg for anything he wanted me to. “Please, Doctor Reed.” I bite down on my bottom lip for emphasis and look up at him through my eyelashes. I tuck a hair behind my ear nervously and look away from his piercing gaze. “My parents are used to seeing me get straight A’s. They’ll freak.”
“Hmmm.” He taps his chin as he continues to pull on his dick. “Do I get to come in that pretty little mouth of yours?”
“If…if that’s what you want?”
“Good answer.” He grunts as I assume he’s getting himself closer to the edge with no help from me.
“Do you need a hand with that?” I purse my lips and stare up into his eyes.
“I need your mouth on it.”
“And then I get an A?”
“And then you get an A, princess.” His eyes are dark, his lips are parted, and I can see his tongue running along his teeth. He’s ready to explode.
“Okay…I—I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, breathily.
“I’ll teach you.” He nods as he lets go and my hand takes over, slowly moving up and down his steel rod. “Lick the tip, baby.” And I do. He rewards me with a deep and guttural groan. “Fuck,” he hisses as he leans his head back and shuts his eyes. I lick his tip again and he twitches before I sheath my entire mouth around him and push him to the back of my throat. “God damn, your mouth, Skyler.” Both of his hands are in my hair as he pushes up and into my mouth. His grip on my hair tightens and I respond by digging my nails into his thighs. I let him fall from my mouth with a pop and trail my tongue up the underside of his shaft. I look up at him just as I put him back into my mouth and he’s staring at me through hooded slits. “Skyler.”
“Doctor Reed,” I mumble around his cock.
“Make me come and you get an A.”
Spurred on by his words, I push myself, desperate to get him to the finish line. I suck and slurp, moaning and letting out little whimpers that I know drive him wild. “Sky,” he groans and then his cock expands in my mouth and his orgasm begins. He shudders underneath me as his salty liquid slides down my throat. I continue to suck long after he’s done giving me all that he has to offer before letting him slide from between my lips. I go to sit back on my heels when he lifts me up and settles me on his naked cock, making me straddle him. I’m wearing my underwear and a t-shirt without a bra, and my nipples are hardening, poking against the cotton.
“Did I get the A?” I ask.
“You get whatever you fucking want, Miss Mitchell.” He shakes his head and gives me a smile. “Ti penso ogni giorno.” I think about you every day.
“I swear you speak better Italian than I do.” I giggle and he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m serious, Skyler.” He rubs his face and swallows. “I wasn’t…I mean this wasn’t supposed to be…” He looks around the room. “Sei la luce della mia vita.” You are the light of my life.
“Me?” His words circle around me before burrowing their way into my heart. Is he feeling what I’m feeling? Is he falling for me as hard as I’m falling for him?
“You, Skyler.”
I take a breath, steeling myself for a potentially uncomfortable conversation. “What does…what does all this mean?”
“I don’t know.” He licks his lips and I yearn to run my tongue over the same trail, but I think we need to have this conversation. “I think it means that this is real for me,” he murmurs quietly. “We are real.”
I can’t stop the smile from blossoming across my face. “Me too.” My words are soft and timid but they’re there, and now that our words are in the atmosphere there’s no turning back.
“You and me,” he whispers against my lips.