Chapter 27 #2
She laughed, but I could see she was still nervous. Still not entirely sure of herself in this arena, even though she’d been killing it in all the lessons so far.
“If you’re sure, then we’ve got a deal,” I said. “But first, I want to show you what it feels like when a man goes down on you.”
She blushed deeper. “I, um, I’ve experienced it.”
I was confused. “You have? With who?” Ash and I hadn’t done that with her yet. We’d touched her, made her come with her own fingers, but we hadn’t—
She was shy now, not quite meeting my eyes. “By someone who looks a lot like you.”
It took me a second, but then it hit me like a freight train.
Landon. My brother had gone down on her, the same brother who’d been refusing to participate in any of the lessons, who’d said it wasn’t right, who’d been sitting in that armchair every night watching but never touching. He’d actually done that with her?
Part of me was jealous because he’d gotten to taste her first, the lucky bastard.
But more than that—so much more than that—I was relieved, because maybe it meant Landon was finally letting himself live again, finally letting himself have something good instead of drowning in grief and guilt over John.
If Zoe could bring him back from that dark place, then I owed her everything.
“I’ll teach you anything you want,” I said, smiling. “Meet me tonight.”
I took her to an empty guest room where the residents, a wealthy, older power couple, had flown off in a helicopter that morning—I’d been on the slopes giving a lesson and saw them leave.
I found out from the front desk that they’d be gone for two nights, which meant we had the place to ourselves, including the hot tub.
“We’re sneaking in here?” Zoe whispered as I unlocked the door.
“Do you want your extra credit session or not?”
She bit her lip, then nodded.
The room was luxurious with dark wood and soft lighting, and in the corner, the hot tub was already heated with steam rising from the surface.
The moment the door shut behind us, I grabbed her, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her. Hard.
She moaned, her wrists linking behind my neck as I ran my hands over her incredible body.
“Take your clothes off,” I said. Maybe I should’ve offered small talk or some shit like that, but I couldn’t wait—and I was fairly sure she couldn’t either.
But then she hesitated, and I could see the self-consciousness creeping in. So I started first, pulling off my shirt, then my jeans. By the time I was naked and stepping into the water, she was starting to relax.
She undressed slowly, and I forced myself not to stare. Well, not stare too obviously. But holy shit, she was fucking incredible.
When she was ready, I held out a hand, helping her step into the hot tub. “What we’re about to do is… well, it’s a big step from the last lesson,” I said. “So let’s start by getting you relaxed.”
I sat down in the corner of the tub, my legs spread wide and the warm water swirling past my cock and balls. I tugged her down, seating her in front of me. I massaged her shoulders and neck, working out the tension I could feel there.
She sighed and leaned back against me.
The hot water felt incredible. And having her naked body against mine felt even better. I could feel myself getting hard, my cock pressing against her lower back.
But I kept my hands on her shoulders, her arms, her back. Just touching her. Helping her loosen up.
Finally, she turned around in my arms and kissed me.
“I want to learn,” she said, her gaze dropping to where my hard cock waited for her. “But I can’t hold my breath underwater for that long.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
I stood up and settled on the edge of the hot tub, my feet still in the water, my legs spread wide.
She stared at how hard and ready I was, her eyes wide.
“It’s so big,” she breathed.
“You already knew that,” I reminded her. She’d felt how hard she made me before.
“Yeah, but… to see it—you—up close and personal like this… wow.” She swallowed hard. “Will that fit in my… in… well, in me anywhere?”
I grinned at the image that brought up. “Let’s start with your mouth. Your hands, actually.”
She knelt in front of me. Her head and shoulders were out of the water, and from this angle, it looked like her perfect breasts were floating on the swirling water.
“If you could see this view…” I said, looking down at her.
She was beautiful. Water droplets on her skin. The ends of her hair wet and slicked back. Her eyes looking up at me with a mixture of nervousness and determination.
“Okay,” I said, trying to focus. “Start with your hand. Just wrap it around the base. Not too tight.”
She reached out tentatively, her fingers closing around my shaft with a touch that was soft and uncertain, but even that light contact sent electricity through me.
“That’s good. Now move your hand up and down. Slow at first.”
She did, and I had to bite back a groan because her hand was small and soft and felt fucking incredible. She was watching my face and learning my reactions.
“You can grip a little tighter,” I said. “I won’t break.”
She tightened her grip, and I sucked in a breath. “Yeah. Just like that.”
She stroked me while her movements got more confident with each pass, and I could see the concentration on her face and the way she was learning my body—what made me twitch, what made my breath catch, what made my abs tighten.
She was a quick study and always had been. Even with skiing, once she got past her initial frustration, she’d started picking things up faster, at least by the end. She was just as good of a student for this, even though it was a hell of a lot more intimate than skiing.
“Now lick it,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “Just the tip.”
She leaned forward with her tongue darting out in a tentative first taste—just a quick flick. Ignoring the way my cock jumped, I watched her face, watching for the distaste that some women seemed to feel for this act.
But it wasn’t there. She leaned in for another, then another. Her technique wasn’t much different from lapping at an ice cream cone, but we could get to more advanced maneuvers later.
Her thumb stroked along my shaft as she looked at me. “What now?”
Fuck, was there anything hotter than a woman’s head next to your cock? Yes—Zoe. Because not only was she fucking gorgeous, but she seemed to truly want to make me feel good.
My voice was strained as I told her how to swirl her tongue all the way around the head and to lap at the underside. She was almost like a science student, experimenting with pressure and movement.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She looked up at me through her lashes with a hint of a smile on her lips. If I had to guess, I’d say she liked how she was affecting me, liked the power she had in this moment. And fuck, that made it even hotter.
“Now take the head in your mouth,” I instructed while trying to keep my voice steady. “Not too much at first. Just get used to the feel of it. The weight of it on your tongue.”
She did, her lips closing around me with the heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, and the gentle suction that was almost too much. I had to force myself not to thrust up into her mouth, not to take over because this was her lesson and her pace.
She was hesitant at first with small movements that barely took me in while she tested her limits and her comfort level. But then she started to get into it, especially when I groaned. Every time I did, every time my fingers tightened in her hair, she got a little more confident and bolder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”
She started moving more and taking me deeper while her hand was still stroking the base and working in rhythm with her mouth. The combination was driving me crazy and making my stomach tighten and my thighs tense while everything in me was coiling tighter and tighter.
Fuck, she was a good student.
She pulled back, catching her breath with swollen lips and bright eyes. “Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing fucking amazing.” My voice was strained and barely controlled. “Keep going. Use your tongue more. Swirl it around the head when you pull back.”
She did, and I groaned while my fingers found her hair again, threading through the wet strands, not to force anything but just to hold on to something—to hold on to her.
She was getting more confident now and more playful, and I could see it in the way she moved and the way she experimented, trying different things to see what made me react, what made me curse, what made my hips jerk.
God, she was a natural at this, and how was that even possible—how could someone with no experience be this good?
I wasn’t going to last much longer. My breathing was getting heavier. My muscles were tensing. My hand in her hair was tightening, and I had to consciously loosen my grip so I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Zoe, I’m going to—” I tried to explain about spitting or swallowing, tried to give her the option, tried to warn her properly. But then she did something that completely shorted out my brain.
She took me into her mouth again, the deepest stroke yet, and then with her free hand, she tentatively reached out and cupped my balls.
I came hard, my whole body going rigid and a shout tearing from my throat that. She kept her mouth on me and kept swallowing, which just made it more intense.
Holy fucking shit, what was this girl doing to me?
When I finally came down, I was breathing like I’d just finished a marathon.
Zoe eased back, watching my spent cock. Her glance up at me was tentative.
Did she really have to wonder how she did after all that noise I’d made?
Or maybe this was her way of checking to make sure I didn’t think any less of her for that.
Which was something I’d never understood, how any woman could ever think that, but then again, the way men sometimes treated them, it wasn’t a surprise that many turned guarded and cautious.
I slid back into the water and pulled her onto my lap, kissing her deeply, my salty taste on her lips. “That was fucking incredible.”
She looked please. “Really?”
“Really.” I kissed her again. “Could you feel how hard you made me come?”
“Oh yes.” She flushed. “And taste how hard you came.”
“Such a good girl. You get an A+. Which means you deserve a reward.”
“A gold star?” she teased. It was nice to see her smile even though she still looked sexy as fuck with her lips swollen like that. What I wouldn’t give to just stay here in this suite for the rest of my time here.
“Even better,” I told her. “You’re earned yourself an orgasm.”
Her eyes gleamed. “How—do I need to get out of the tub, or will you—”
I silenced her by grabbing her and backing her up against the side of the hot tub. Right where one of the jets was.
She was confused as I manhandled her, arranging her position and moving her into just the right spot.
But then her eyes widened and she gasped, and I knew that the strong stream of was hitting her clit.
“Kai—oh my god—”
I held her there, my hands on her hips, keeping her in position.
The jet did all the work, pulsing against her.
Her gasps became moans, then shrieks. She came fast, her head drooping, her body shaking in my arms. I knew it wasn’t all from the water.
She’d clearly been turned on my what she did to me. And I fucking loved that.
Finally, I eased her away from the jet, gathering her up in my arms. I held her until she finally stopped trembling.
“That was…” She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.
“Yeah, it was.”
We stayed in the water for a while longer, just holding each other while the heat of the tub seeped into our muscles and relaxed us. But my mind was spinning.
In just this short while, Zoe had transformed. From a woman who only thought about work into a goddess intent on giving and receiving pleasure.
She was so fucking beautiful. That had been clear from day one. But the more I learned about her, the more I liked her.
But in less than two weeks, we’d be back in Colorado while she’d be back at school. These lessons, our friendship, our time together—they came with an expiration date. We’d known that from the beginning. This was just for her internship, just for the break, just for fun.
My life was in Colorado, and I loved it. But it didn’t sit well to picture her walking the halls of her snooty school, with all those rich pricks watching her. Wanting her. And tempting her. But really, who could blame them?
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice soft against my chest.
“You,” I said honestly. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re amazing, and I hope you never forget that.”
Because I sure as fuck wasn’t ever going to forget her.