Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DECLAN
After I dropped my demand, I expected Penelope to bail immediately. Scurry off to her room and lock herself away with a silent pledge to never, ever bring this up again.
Instead, there she stood, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her mind obviously racing a thousand miles an hour.
My little rebel was upending my preconceived notions of what she’d do. Swatting them away left and right. Just like she’d done last night, first with her words. Then with her sounds as she’d made herself come right after I’d done the same.
And now as she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and met my gaze with steely determination. “I want sex lessons. From you. There. I said it.”
Christ.
There was no hesitation. No stumbling over her words. Just a flat-out declaration that was both terrifying and impossible to ignore.
For me and my cock.
“But first, we need to clarify the expectations.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and met my stare. “Is this just one lesson? Multiple? Is there a limit? Will you be teaching verbally or…physically? What if I have questions later?”
Though her cheeks bloomed a bright, vibrant red, she wasn’t timid. Instead, she was urgent. Curious.
I lowered my mug, mind kicking into gear. “We can have as many lessons as you need. And I’ll teach you however you want.”
Though, Christ, the thought of her asking how to give a blow job and then wanting to use me for practice nearly buckled my fucking knees.
“Okay…” she said breathlessly. “And the questions?”
“Ask them whenever they come up. How many can there be?”
She bit her lip before reaching into the oversized pocket on her cardigan and pulling out the notebook she’d been scribbling in last night.
After flipping it open, she scanned the page. “Twenty-two. So far.”
“Twenty-two?” My brows lifted and my cock somehow did the same, jerking at the thought of all she wanted to learn. From me.
Her gaze zeroed in on my response, her lips parting and eyes growing hazy before she pulled out a pen and started writing something down. “Twenty-three, actually.”
Jesus, her curiosity was insatiable. What else about her would be?
I held out a hand, flicking my fingers in a gimme motion. “Let me see.”
She slammed the notebook shut and clutched it to her chest. “Not until you clarify the rules.”
“You and your fucking rules,” I murmured, but I couldn’t deny the tinge of amusement I felt. That even now, while negotiating sex lessons, she was adamant on boundaries. “What do you need clarification on?”
“Are these the only questions I get?”
Fuck no. If she wanted to add a thousand more, I’d be up for it.
Instead of revealing that, I said, “You can add to it anytime.”
“Infinite additions while we’re living together?” she clarified.
“Yes. Sure. Fine.” I reached out again, gesturing for her to give up the notebook. “Just show me so I know what I’m getting myself into.”
Tentatively, she relinquished her grip on it and held it out for me. And I managed to not be a complete dick and mention how her hand shook as she passed it over.
I flipped open the notebook and scanned the list, my gaze bouncing around like it couldn’t decide where to land.
How many times a day do you get hard?
What does oral with ice feel like?
How often do you jerk off, and how do you do it? Lube, y/n?
Face-sitting: Is there a death potential here? Like, really—when a man says “sit on my face,” does he actually mean to literally SIT or are we talking a hover situation?
Have you ever made someone squirt? Was it difficult? Did she mention what it felt like?
Does primal play feel dangerous, scary, or exhilarating? Or all three at once?
Do *adults* dry hump or is that only for high schoolers?
Can a woman actually come more than a dozen times in a day? Have you ever made that happen?
Are nipple clamps painful?
Does DP count if one is a real cock and the other is a dildo?
What’s it like when a woman comes around your cock? Can you actually feel her pussy pulsing around you?
Jesus Christ.
I had to stop reading because I was dangerously close to spilling in my goddamn sweatpants. Thanks, once again, to only her words.
I met her gaze and cleared my throat, though it didn’t help. My voice still came out rough and ragged. “This is filthy.”
She lifted her chin in defiance even as color flushed her neck and chest. “It’s educational.”
I glanced at the list—ranging from mild to mildly unhinged—before shifting my gaze back to her. “Wait—you have had sex, right?”
Her brows slammed down as she pinned me with her cute little scowl. “Yes! I’m thirty-one years old, Declan. Of course I’ve had sex.”
“Okay… But have you had good sex?”
She glanced away. “It was fine?”
“So that’s a no, then.”
“I have. I mean…maybe.” She darted her gaze around the kitchen, but my cock was like a magnet, always drawing it back. “How good can sex be, you think?”
I didn’t say anything for a long moment. Just thought about my release last night…and that had been by my own hand at just the thought of Penelope. The real thing? With her?
It’d be fucking phenomenal—of that, I had no doubt.
“It can be mind-blowing. Especially if there’s tension.
” I eyed her up and down, from the mass of hair piled on top of her head to her flushed cheeks to the dusting of freckles across her nose and chest, then to those pursed lips and that challenging glint in her eyes.
My voice dropped even deeper. “For instance, if two people don’t like each other very much. ”
Her brows drew down as she canted her head to the side, confused and impossibly earnest. “It would never occur to me to sleep with someone I didn’t like.”
“Maybe that’s your problem.”
She was quiet for a second, the calm before the storm. And then she stepped up to me, a tiny little rage goblin, and shoved my chest. “Or maybe my problem is I don’t have enough experience to write sex scenes with authenticity!”
As if this had been bottled up in her for years…for a lifetime…she let her guard down and unleashed it all on me. Her voice was unwavering as the truth exploded from her.
“All I’ve ever written is nothing but fantasy because I’ve never had a guy go down on me.
Never given a blow job. Never been tied up or spanked or choked.
I’ve sure as hell never played with a toy with someone else.
I’ve never had multiple orgasms. I’ve never even had one orgasm given by another person!
I’ve never been chased or pinned down or fucked anywhere other than a bed and in any position other than missionary.
I’ve never even been kissed like he’d die if he didn’t taste me right that second—like the kiss was the whole point. ”
Before I could talk myself out of it or remind myself this was just a lesson or pretend this was strictly educational, something primal and bone-deep and completely unexpected took over.
I wrapped my hands around her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh, so soft and warm and giving. And in one easy motion, I lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Her eyes went wide and her breath hitched and she stared at me with excitement and nerves.
But she didn’t once push me away.
I stepped between her spread legs, sliding my left hand up her thigh, slow and deliberate. Then, I cupped her ass and tugged her to the edge of the counter. Didn’t stop until I could feel the heat of her cunt through her pajama pants.
I wrapped my other hand around her nape, guiding her face toward mine.
And then I kissed her.
Not a teaser. Not a chaste peck. Not as a lead-up to something more. But as the entire fucking event.
I took her mouth like I knew it’d be the only thing I’d get from her today—the only thing I’d allow myself to have—and I wanted to remember every single second. Wanted her to remember every moment of it too.
She exhaled a gasp and parted her lips, soft but eager beneath mine. And when I swiped my tongue into her mouth, I didn’t even bother trying to stifle a groan at my first taste of her. Couldn’t even if I’d wanted to.
A whimper left her as she dug her nails into my shoulders and began rocking her hips against me. Rubbing that hot little pussy over my cock and clutching me like she was afraid I might vanish if she didn’t hold on tight.
Her tongue was no longer hesitant, her body no longer strung tight. Instead, she melted into me, getting exactly as lost in the kiss as I’d wanted her to.
Exactly as lost as I would be if I didn’t ease up right fucking now.
Finally…reluctantly…I pulled back, our ragged breaths mingling in the space between us. With effort, I forced myself to drop my hand from her nape, release my grip on her ass, and step out of the welcoming warmth of her spread thighs.
Her eyes were bright and unguarded as she stared at me. And if I didn’t force myself to walk away, I’d fuck her right here on the counter.
But from the look of that list, casually fucking her on a whim was far beyond her level of comfort. Despite how much her words showcased something else entirely.
So instead, I took another step back and swallowed hard, though it did nothing to clear the gravel from my throat. “That was lesson one. We’ll start checking off the rest of your Fucket List tomorrow, rebel.”