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Chapter 6

Chapter 5: Lesson One
Akira's
P.O.V
“W-W-what
l-lesson?” I stuttered while mentally screaming, “What the fuck did I get
myself into!”
“Y-your
first l-lesson in s-s-sex,” he imitated my voice but on him it sounded like a
siren having a panic attack.
“I
don’t talk like that!” I snapped at him.
“Oh,
don’t worry, soon you won’t be talking at all,” he smirked,
wrapped his arms around my waist. “You'll be screaming my
name.”
I
wanted so badly to slap that smirk off his face, but before I could react, I found
myself sitting on top of the counter with him standing between my legs.
“Oh,
hell no! There’s no way I’m losing my virginity to you in my own kitchen!” I
yelled at him.
How
dare he think that I would sleep with him! I might be a famous erotic romance
writer, but I was not like those sluts that slept with him to get good grades.
I was a writer, an artist and I deserved respect!
“Who
said anything about breaking your hymen?” He shot back, lips tugging up at the
sides.
“What?”
Okay, now I was really confused. First he said he would give me sex lessons,
then he ambushed me on my way home and invited his way inside my house, he
hoisted me up on the kitchen counter with him standing between my legs and then
he said he wouldn’t fuck me?
Wow.
Desperate much?
It
wasn’t like I want him to fuck me or anything. How could I have sex with a
total stranger...a hot, sexy stranger who had been my motivation to write ever
since he stepped foot into our school almost one year ago. Now I was babbling,
which was totally his fault for being that sexy. He should be fined! No wait,
he should be banned… illegal! Yes! I would go with the cliché and say he was
too hot to even be...“Oh, my god!”
“Overthinking
is unhealthy,” he whispered against my ear. While I was busy babbling in my
head, he had pulled up my top, spread my legs wider and was now caressing me
with my jeans and panties still on.
Somehow,
he’d pinpointed the exact location of the tiny bundle of nerves at the juncture
of my thighs and was now shaping it with his thumb and index fingers, making my
nerve endings buzz to life.
Oh,
god! If this was how it felt with my clothes still on then what would it feel
like with him inside me?
Ethan
stopped for an instant, but before I could complain he brushed his knuckles
against my pussy and then pinched the lips together with two of his fingers
with the third pressed to my opening, making me arch my back in pleasure. By
now, I was shamelessly drenched. Damn! How could I be drenched when
I had never been with this guy before?
Girl,
you’ve been daydreaming about this day for ages! Remember your first novel?
My
conscience told me, but I was too far gone to care, or try to stop him…until I
remembered that my know-it-all inner voice was right. This was part of my first
novel! Ethan was doing the same thing the characters of my first novel did!
I
closed my eyes and let out a moan I could no longer hold. My legs were jelly
and if I wasn’t already sitting, I would’ve been a puddle on the floor. One of
his arms was around my waist, supporting most of my weight while I lifted both
of mine and wrapped them around his neck. I needed at least some physical
contact with the person I was being this intimate with.
The
way he continued to rub and pinch my pussy through my pants was both
embarrassing and blissful. Touching myself was one thing, but to experience it
at the hands of someone well-acquainted with the art of love making was a whole
new level of ecstasy.
Wow.
Didn’t know sex could turn people into Shakespeareans.
Was
it me, or did anyone else’s consciences have such awful timing?
But
thinking wasn’t an option when Ethan Whitmore was touching you. He shifted his
hand so that he was now rubbing my clitoris and my opening at the same time. He
pushed against my jeans with his thumb, parting my folds and entering as much
as my jeans allowed his entrance. My inner walls were quivering, hungry for
something more. Something built up in the pit of my stomach. The friction of
the roughness of the jeans on my soft swollen flesh was exquisite. It should
have hurt to have such rough texture against such tender and sensitive flesh,
but he clearly knew what he was doing because it felt too good.
I
was so close now, the feeling in my stomach grew and just when I thought that
things couldn’t get any better, he removed his fingers and unzipped my jeans,
sliding down the zipper slowly, making sure that I felt every centimeter of the
metal slide down my clitoris over my panties, creating a feeling similar to a
vibration. I screamed while tugging on his neck so that he was almost lying on
top of me, our faces inches apart.
“Open
your eyes!” he demanded breathlessly.
I
did as told and found his piercing green eyes staring at me hungrily. The calm
forest green was now a molten emerald. And with our eyes still locked on each
other, he once again entered his thumb inside my entrance, my jeans no longer a
barrier…and pressed in all at once so that he was buried inside me to the
knuckle, his index and middle squeezing my clitoris at the same time. I felt
the pull right to my core, but instead of hurting, it brought me to an
Earth-shattering climax, making me scream louder as the pleasure shook me to
the core.
He
caught me around my waist when I would’ve fallen back as my hands loosened from
around his neck. Instead, I collapsed with my head in the curve of his neck,
shudders still running through my body.
I
opened my eyes a bit and looked up to find him staring down at me. And as I
watched him through half-lidded eyes, he brought his fingers up to his lips and
licked each finger clean. I closed my eyes as another shudder past through me.
“It’s
faint but I can still taste you.” His voice was filled with hunger.
I
tried to sit up, but failed miserably, falling back again only to be caught by
him. I wanted more. I wanted more of him. I wanted him inside me, but I was too
tired to move.
And
to think just a few minutes ago, I was trying to escape him. Too late I
realized, I didn’t want to escape. Almost a year of fantasizing about him,
writing about him, it all made me want him a little more each day.
“Like
I said, there are other ways to give you pleasure that don’t include breaking
your hymen. But don’t worry, I won’t fuck you...until you beg me to,” with that
husky reply he surprised me further by picking me up bridal style and taking me
to the living room couch and gently laying me down.
Then,
without saying a word, he turned and left my house, leaving me panting, sweaty
and still not fully satisfied.
And
the only thing that I could think was, “Holy shit! I just let Ethan Whitmore,
my chemistry teacher, give me the most mind blowing orgasm of my life!”