Chapter 4
Tip four; Focus on the head, that's where all the sensation lies.
Ivy
The library is unusually quiet for a Friday afternoon.
Which makes sense, I guess. Most people my age are probably doing something far more exciting than trying to finish a business assignment with a fried brain and eyes that feel... eggy.
That's a thing. Eggy.
I breathe out a rough sigh and force my eyes to continue along the page. Trying to absorb the words as I read them, but nothing happens.
A groan exits my lips, and I thump my head in the book again, squeezing my eyes shut.
Why do I do this to myself?
The chair beside mine is pulled out, a body falling heavily into the plastic and I lift my head, my eyes widening slightly to see Asher staring back at me, his elbows resting on the table. "What-" I look around the library before focusing back on him, "What are you doing here?"
His own eyes follow mine and he tilts his head, "Afraid to be seen with me, Ivy?"
"It's not that." I shake my head, "you're just not very-" I wave a hand, not finishing the sentence.
"Very?" He leans forward, his eyes heavy on mine as a grin begins to pull at his lips. "Very what?"
"Subtle."
"I'm not subtle?" He says the words like he doesn't know what they mean and I huff.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have some party?" I hope he does. Because then that means he won't be here with me, at this table in the university library where anyone can see us.
And I know there's a party because Leon is at that party, just like he's at every party.
"Skipped it." He leans his elbows on the table and gives me a look, "we're starting your lessons."
I almost choke on my own spit, "In the library?" I stare around the people near me, lowering my voice. "Asher-"
He grins and reaches down, lifting a thick book and dropping it onto the table with a loud thud that earns us a few looks.
My eyes drop to it then flash back to his amused ones.
A human anatomy book.
Asher starts flipping the pages and I focus on the book again, feeling my cheeks heat even though it's just a book.
And then I'm suddenly faced with a full-page diagram of a penis, neatly labelled and everything.
"So," Asher says, suddenly adopting a mock-professor tone, "Lesson one. Male anatomy."
I glance around again. The library is almost empty now - just us and a librarian who absolutely does not care.
Asher wastes no time, moving his hand from one spot to the next.
"This is where most sensation is concentrated." He taps his fingers on the tip of the penis. I refrain from looking too closely. "Obviously this is the head of the penis. Pay attention to it and you'll get a reaction."
Heat crawls up my neck.
He points at another spot. "That's the glans." He moves on quickly. "Now, some guys may have foreskin, some may not, that's fine and totally normal." He pauses long enough that I look up at him, "I do not, in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't." I mumble. I was.
"Now, this slit here is the urethral opening, it's where we pee from."
I roll my eyes, "I know that." I lay a palm flat over the image until he looks up at me with a raised brow, "I know what a penis looks like, Asher."
His blue eyes narrow and for a second he looks like he wants to ask me a question, but he holds his tongue, giving me a pointed look. "Do you want help or not?"
I roll my eyes, "fine, continue."
He moves my hand from the image; fingers wrapped around my wrist before he lets go and starts pointing once more.
I flex my fingers, feeling the aftermath of his touch like a physical entity.
Asher shrugs, "It can also be very sensitive for some guys, meaning that when you pay attention to it, you will get a reaction."
I absorb the information quicker than I was taking in the information for my actual assignment, waiting for the next morsel Asher is going to give me.
He takes the pen I didn't realise was still in my hands.
"This part," he says, pointing to the underside near the head, "is the frenulum. Highly sensitive. Focus here and-" he lowers his voice, "-you're almost guaranteed results."
"Now you're just reading from the book." I mutter.
"Shh, no talking in my classroom." He hushes, grinning at my discomfort as I see the librarian walking around, and I feel like she's inching closer.
"Are we done?" I say quietly and Asher flashes me a smug grin that just spells trouble.
So that's a no.
"Now, I don't know about you but I'm not expecting every girl to deep throat me," he continues, far too calmly for how my heart is racing right now, but there's a saucy grin on his lips. "So, here's the practical takeaway. Focus on the tip. Use your hands for the rest. Firm grip, not death grip."
I clear my throat and look to Asher. How is he not embarrassed right now? How is he so comfortable with all this?
"But-"
He grins, continuing, "Hollow out your cheeks and suck. Try not to bite. A little teeth action is okay but, try not to."
I swallow.
"This feels very...forward."
"Asking questions is how you learn," he says easily. "There's no such thing as a dumb question in my classroom." I roll my eyes internally at his professor voice. "Now. Balls. Optional. Only if you're comfortable. They're also quite sensitive so palming them can be very pleasurable."
He closes the book. "That's enough theory for today."
"Thank God." I hiss, feeling like my cheeks are on fire.
"I'm serious," he says, softer now. "You don't need to know everything at once."
I blink at the sudden sincerity in his voice and eyes before he blinks and it's gone, the amused smile back on his face. "Thanks... I think."
He settles back in his seat, before closing the book. "The rest is a bit more in-depth then what you need to know, so we can move onto the female anatomy."
I raise a brow, "I think I'm good on that one."
Asher blinks back, running his hands through his hair, looking suddenly sheepish, "Yeah, you're probably right."
"Umm, thanks?" I mutter, straightening in my seat, "for the tips."
He's staring at me and it feels like he can see right through me and then he gets up from the chair so suddenly I sit back a little in surprise.
He doesn't look at me, focused intently on something at the far wall. Awkwardness fills the space between us, and I force myself to look away, back at the business textbook open in front of me. "When do you want to start tutoring?"
This was a bad idea. I should stop this while we're ahead.
"I've got to make an appearance at the party tonight." Is his only answer. The team always do, most of the parties are thrown in the hockey team's honour for one reason or another.
"That wasn't my question."
He rolls his shoulders as if they're tense, "Can I let you know later?"
I nod, beginning to pack up my things all while feeling his gaze on me. He doesn't say anything else before walking off.