Page 60 of Wreck Me

‘Oh, sweetheart, I’ll teach you everything you’ll ever need to know.’ His fingers whiten as they tighten around his length. ‘How about some of that tuition we discussed?’

I shouldn't.

We shouldn't.

But fighting this attraction between us is like fighting a bushfire with a watering can.

Like a disease, James Beckett has crawled beneath my skin and conquered every cell in my body. Every waking minute is consumed with thoughts of him. Of this.

‘Teach me.’ Those two words will either kill me or cure me.

‘With pleasure. But first, you need to know the rules of the game.’ His eyes blaze as his hand pumps again.

‘Go on...’

‘There’s really only one rule.’ His expression is solemn. ‘Ladies first. Always.’

James yanks his hand out of his sweats and presses his palms against my inner thighs, spreading them, until I’m practically doing the splits again. He manoeuvres the chair so he’s sitting between them with a first row seat to what I’m certain is about to be the utter undoing of me.

‘We’re going to take this slowly.’ His fingers inch higher. ‘I’m not going to teach you to fuck until you’re ready. But I will teach you what your body was made for.’

Oh my god, this is so hot I could actually spontaneously burst into flames. ‘Shall I call you “sir”?’

‘You can call me anything you like, sweetheart, as long as I get to worship you.

Today’s lesson is what I call “hands on”. As much as Iwant to bury my tongue in you, that will have to wait until our next lesson. It’s important to ascertain a firm grip of the basics.’

‘Didn’t we cover the basics in the nightclub?’

‘Greedy girl. So impatient.’ He bends forwards and nips my inner thigh with his teeth. ‘That was rushed. I want to savour it this time.’

With one swift tug, he tears the lace panties from me, leaving me bare for him. ‘So pretty,’ he murmurs, eyes darting from between my legs to my breasts.

‘And that’s taking it slowly?’ My nipples are like bullets begging to be touched. As if he can read my mind, his lips graze over my stomach and inch higher. His tongue darts out to swirl around my nipple before capturing it in his mouth and sucking hard enough to make me scream.

His laugh reverberates around my breast. ‘Shh, or Tim will come rushing in here to save you.’

Save me?

‘Would you like that?’ James angles his face up, teasing my nipples with his tongue. ‘Naughty girl. I bet you would. You’d like him to see you up here, with me between your legs, sucking your tits and playing with your tight little cunt.’

A moan slips from my lips and my fingers dig into the desk. It’s not about Tim, and James knows that. It’s about being seen. Yep, I’m officially an exhibitionist.

‘So wet for me, sweetheart.’ His knuckles glide across either side of my clit and a million volts of electricity shoot through me. ‘I’ve been thinking about your wet pussy all damn week.’

His fingers slide lower, playing with my entrance as his thumb takes over a relentless assault on my clit. I reach for his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh through his vest.

‘Good girl,’ he purrs. ‘You’re already acing this class. You’re a natural.’

The sight of his hand between my legs is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see what his head looks like down there, because we both know it’s inevitable.

My legs shake, my thighs tighten. I'm physically trembling with every touch.

His left hand skates up my body, pinching and rolling my nipples, whilst his right hand continues to devastate the sensitive spot between my legs. He watches on with fascination as he drives me closer to the edge.

‘Come for me, angel.’ He slides two fingers deep into my core and pumps. White hot lust lances every single cell in my body as wave after wave of pleasure destroys me in the most decadent way.

This might only be my first official lesson, but I’ve already learnt that however many times James does this to me, it will never be enough.

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