The Lessons (19 page)

“Still hot and blond?”

I looked back at Ryan. His eyes darkened, and his eyebrow arched. “
Lam
.”

“Hey man, relax, I’m just playing with you.” Lambo turned to me. “Would you tell this guy he needs to learn to take a joke?”

I smiled, not daring to say anything. Whatever dysfunctional bro-y thing they had going on between the two of them, I wasn’t going to be the one to help them hash it out.

“I think we’re gonna get going,” Ryan said as he stood up.

A few whoops and catcalls erupted from the crowd.

“Gentlemen, are you fucking animals? Lay the fuck off.” The whoops got twice as loud. Ryan turned to me and offered his hand. “Ready?”

I nodded, grabbed his hand, and said some quick goodbyes. As we left the bar, I felt ten sets of eyes pinned on my back as I walked out the door, hand in hand with Ryan Andrews.

As we walked across the parking lot, his thumb outlined little circles in the palm of my hand.

“Thanks for coming out tonight. Did you have fun?”

I didn’t dare look up at him. “I did. Thanks for inviting me. Your friends are something else.”

“Yeah, they’re
something
alright.”

“I was dying to ask, do they, uh, do they know what you do? I mean, your job?”

His fingers stopped mid-circle, and he looked over at me. “You mean the surrogacy stuff? Are you kidding? No way. I mean, they know I do therapy work, but they don’t know the nature of it.”

“Must make it hard to date though. They don’t give you crap about that?” I asked, and then immediately cringed. Thankfully, the lights in the parking lot were dim.

He shrugged. “A little, but with school and work, well…” he trailed off.

Once we reached his bike, he let go of my hand so that he could unlock his helmet.

“Here, put this on,” he said, lowering it over my head and buckling the chin strap.

I tilted my head to the side, “How do I look?”

He didn’t say anything and instead tucked a piece of my hair back in the helmet. “Here, get on behind me. He climbed onto the bike and patted the seat behind him. As I got onto the bike, I felt a
frission
of excitement rip through me. I pulled myself into him, and he carefully pulled my arms into place so that I was wrapped around him.

He turned his head around. “Cow Hollow, right? What’s your address?”

I gave him the street address and he kicked the bike on. It was loud, and I gripped his body tighter as we pulled out of the parking lot.

We flew down the multi-lane road that bordered the ocean before cutting in through the city. The night was unusually warm, and there was no fog to blur the lights of the city. As we rode my nervousness evaporated, and I leaned into him, resting my face on his back and inhaling deeply. This, this was so comfortable, so perfect, all I could think was— how can I get more of this? More of this perfect moment. I had become so entranced by the rhythm of his breathing that I didn’t even notice we had come to a stop outside my place.

“Hey, still awake back there?” he asked, gently turning around.

I loosened my grip and sat back. “Sorry, yes, just… thinking.” I threw one leg off the bike and then another.

He cocked his head at me. “About?”

Oh, you know, just running off with you and having lots of biker babies.

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t seem like nothing.”

“What did it seem like?”

“You seemed… relaxed.”

This made me chuckle. “And why is that such a revelation?” I asked as I unbuckled my helmet and handed it back to him.

He shrugged. “No reason, just that, I don’t get to see you like that very often.”

“I can think of an instance or two,” I said, remembering the orgasms he’d given me.

It was his turn to chuckle. “Right.” He smiled. “Hey, thanks again for coming out tonight. This was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.”

I stood there, him still on his bike. The tension palpable.

“So… I guess I’ll see you on Monday?” he said with a small curl of his lips.

Monday?

“Monday?”

“Our next appointment.”

Our
appointment
. Of course.

“Right. Monday. Yes.” I stammered, my body a hot mess of hormones and want.

“I’ll wait for you to get inside,” he offered.

I nodded and then tore myself away from him, every nerve in my body screaming bloody murder.

As I stood at the top of my steps and opened the door, he called out.

“Natalie.”

I turned.

“Sweet dreams.” And then he put on his helmet, kicked the starter on his bike, and rode away.

Ryan

It’d been five days since she’d come to my soccer game. I still couldn’t believe I’d invited her to my fucking soccer game. What the hell was I thinking? I had absolutely no intention of setting her up with any of my friends or of introducing her to any of their partners. Hell, only one of them was even married. The rest of them, well, they weren’t total douchebags, but they were
not
good enough for Natalie. No fucking way.

I busied myself cleaning the office as I counted the minutes until our appointment. The distraction was not working, and I was getting antsy. When the doorbell finally rang, I was adjusting the pillows for the third time.
Thank God
. She was finally here.

I opened the door to find Natalie standing there in a white sundress.

A white fucking sundress.

I started to wonder if she was doing this to me on purpose.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Hey, so… are you going to invite me in?” She joked, smiling sweetly up at me as she eyed the inside of my office.

I shook myself and opened the door wider, ushering her in.

“So that—”

“Thanks for—” we both started at the same time.

“Sorry, go ahead,” I urged.

She swallowed. “I was just gonna say that it was fun, the other night at the bar.”

I felt a rush of electricity pulse through me and I started to grin like a goofball. “Yeah, it was. Thanks again for coming out. Sorry Lambo was such a prick.”

“Eh, he wasn’t that bad. I can handle him.”

I stuffed my hands in my front pockets. “Well,” I said gently, “shall we?”

Natalie

He indicated the back room with a nod of his head.

I nodded, thankful I wasn’t yet blushing. I followed him in silence as we made our way to the back. I studied his mom’s painting again as he shut the doors behind us and flicked on one of the small lamps. I expected him to leave to the bathroom so I could undress, but instead I felt his body suddenly press up against my back.

My breath caught. I’d been dreaming of this moment since he’d dropped me off five days ago.

“Hey,” he murmured as he ran his hands over my hips.

“Hey, I managed to whisper back.

He leaned into my neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell good. What is it?”

I smiled. “Dove body wash?”

“Mm, it’s nice,” he said, gently teasing my neck with his lips. His hands skimmed my dress, floating up toward my chest where he gave each of my tits a gentle caress and then a stronger squeeze. “I like this dress, Natalie.”

“Should I keep it on?” I asked innocently.

He leaned into my ear, and whispered gruffly. “Not a chance.”

All the blood left my head as he tugged the straps of my dress off my shoulders and then slid the back zipper down. The length of his cock pressed against me, and I could feel the moisture pool between my legs. The sensation reminded me of all the dirty thoughts I’d had in my head since our last meeting and suddenly I realized: I didn’t want a lesson today. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard.

I turned around and caught his eyes as my hands went directly to his waist, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. As soon as they were undone, I pushed them down, along with his boxers, freeing him.

I looked up at him and smiled. It was a bold move. Especially for me.

“Eager to get started?” he asked.

“Don’t play coy with me, Andrews. I want you to show me what this thing can do.” I gripped his cock with my hand and gave it a pump. I was sex drunk. I had to be. Luckily, Ryan didn’t seem to mind.

“Why, Ms. Reese, I’d be happy to— but first,” he reached and yanked down my dress, causing it to pool around my ankles, “much better.”

He walked me backwards to the bed and slowly lowered us onto it before slipping one hand down the front of my panties.

“Jesus, Natalie, you’re so wet.” He groaned quietly before leaning in and putting his mouth on my neck. “Do you know how fucking hot that is? I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

His words practically made me come right there. Dirty talk? Yeah, apparently I was okay with it.

He reached down, unhooked my bra, and tossed it to the side. Taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, I closed my eyes and laid back, lost in the sensation. Then he left me, and I heard the rip of a foil packet.

He was back in less than a moment, and hooked his thumbs around my panties, tugging them off. As he climbed on top of me, we locked eyes, us both knowing what was next. And since I finally knew what was going to come, I was ready, more than ready, for it. I started to open my legs to him but he shook his head.

“I want to show you something new,” he whispered as he bent down to kiss me on the neck.

New? I had just started having sex last week. It was all new. Couldn’t I just—

He picked me up, turned me over, and parted my legs so that I was positioned on top of him.

Oh. Okay. This was a good view, too. I pressed against him, keen to relieve the ache between my legs.

“I want you to lower yourself onto me,” he said calmly. My mind was spinning—how was he suddenly so composed? So controlled?

I looked down at his cock. It was really ridiculously huge. I still couldn’t fathom how I’d made that fit into me last week.

“It will fit,” he said, reading my mind.

“I don’t—”

“Trust me, just go slowly, and your body will adjust.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded. Bracing myself against his arms, I lifted and slowly angled myself until I found my opening. I pressed the head of his cock against it, and I was so wet, I slipped onto him easily. I glanced back at Ryan, and his eyes were open, staring at me. I lowered myself a little further and his eyes started to roll back into his head as he groaned.

“Fuck, Natalie, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

I stopped cold. “That’s good right.”

“Yes, Natalie, it’s fucking amazing. Keep going.”

I took a deep breath and slowly started to lower myself further. I felt full, almost too full.

“Lean back.”

I nodded and followed my teacher’s instructions. That did it. My body opened up and allowed me to sink all the way onto him.

“Oh, fuck,” Ryan groaned below me. It was a powerful feeling, being able to take him like that. As we locked eyes, he gripped my hips with his hands.

“Rock your hips,” he grunted.

I slowly started to roll my hips back and forth, and his eyes disappeared into the back of his head again. As I did, I felt my core clench around him, pulsing with an exquisite, deep throb.

I tried leaning forward and as I did, the sensation heightened. I braced myself against his arms and watched as his hips started to jerk beneath me.

“Slower,” he said, his facial muscles tight.

I slowed down, even though it did nothing to slow the swell of my impending orgasm. It was heavy and foreboding, like the air of a summer storm. I just knew the lightening wasn’t far behind. As he started to roll his hips in time with mine, I knew I was done for.

“I’m going to come.” I panted as my tits bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts. I gasped for air as everything around me faded away.

“Wait for me,” he commanded, the weight of his stare was intoxicating and my mind dissolved. I wanted to listen. Really, I did.

“I can’t,” I begged, barely holding on.

“Okay now.”

Brain, body, heart. Everything exploded into one as I fell into an ocean of pleasure, the tidal forces of my orgasm ripping me apart. I could barely prop myself up as he pulled me against him, using the jerk of my hips to coax his own climax.

I stayed above him, savoring the feeling of lightheadedness before slipping off to the side.

“That was awesome. Was that the cowgirl position?” I asked, turning over and looking at him.

He chuckled. “How do you know what it’s called?”

“Hey caveman, there’s this thing they invented called the Internet.”

“Touché, Ms. Reese, Touché.” He turned over to face me, and ran his hand along my bare back down to my hips. I glanced up at him.

“Is there any sort of limit on the number of things we can try during a session?”

He raised his eyebrows at me, and actually looked shocked for a second.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that request,” he said. He glanced down and his cock didn’t seem to argue. “But I don’t see why not.”

I smiled. “That’s great, because there’s this other position that I heard about…”

We fell against the mattress, panting and covered in sweat.

“Okay, I think that one might be my favorite.”

“I don’t think I would have pegged you for a doggy-style kind of girl.”

I wrinkled my nose. “What kind of girl did you think I was?”

He shrugged. “Straight up missionary.”

I wrinkled my nose further. “Isn’t that what the boring people are supposed to like?”

This made him laugh. “I wouldn’t say that. Some people like it because you’re facing each other. Eye contact and all that.”

Oh. I did like the eye contact. And all that.

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right. I guess I should try everything more than once.”

Ryan’s eyes sparkled. “Mm. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I mean, as your therapist I would definitely recommend trying everything more than once.”

I rolled over to him. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Ryan

I glanced over at my phone on the nightstand. It was after seven. We’d been at it for over three hours, and I was finally spent.

“Water?”

“Please.”

I got up and grabbed two bottles from the stash in the closet. I kept them there mostly for me, long days at the office and whatnot. This was the first time I’d needed to uh, replenish some fluids, for a client.

As I climbed back on the bed, I looked over at Natalie and handed her one of the bottles. She looked so beautiful and so relaxed. Quite different from that first time I had her in my bed. Now she was sprawled out, clearly comfortable, as the white sheet teased me— playing peekaboo with one of her nipples. I liked her like this.

“I thought guys weren’t supposed to be able to orgasm more than once,” she said as we rehydrated. “I mean, in the same day or whatever.”

I shrugged. “Never been a problem for me,” I lied. Truth was, I’d never known it to be possible for me either, until now. Until her. Something about this woman, she just made my cock work like the energizer bunny. I mean, if the bunny wasn’t pink and was a dick.

“So, how do you date if this is your profession?”

I stiffened but tried to pass it off. This was the question I’d been dreading. I picked up my water bottle and took another drink.

“I just don’t date.” It was true. Between school and logging my hours and work, well, I didn’t have a lot of spare time.

I could see the gears moving in her head.

“And it’s against the rules while I’m seeing a client,” I added.

“But you asked me out, I mean, back before…”

I picked up my phone.

“You hungry?”

She turned over, and as the sheet caught on her leg I was treated to a glimpse of her ass.

“I’m going to allow that obvious attempt to evade my question only because I am starving,” she said with a glint in her eye.

“Pizza?”

“Hell yeah. That’d be amazing.”

“What do you like on it?” I asked as I scrolled through my phone for the delivery place.

“Uh, whatever you want.”

“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Do what?”

I looked over at her. “Be one of those girls. Tell me what you want on your pizza, Reese.”

She took a deep breath. “Uh, would you be totally grossed out if I asked for anchovies and pineapple?”

I put the phone down.

“Will you marry me?”

She practically chocked on her bottled water.

“Come again?”

I reached over and patted her on the back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to shock you there. It’s just… that’s
my
favorite kind of pizza.”

She squinted at me as she coughed before taking another sip of water. “Are you serious?”

I put one hand on my heart and held the other up like I was pledging alliance. “Honest to God. Ask Ainsley, she loves it, too. It’s an Andrews family tradition.”

She leaned back against the headboard and took another swig of her water. “Better order two then. I’m famished.”

After the pizza came, we ate like we hadn’t seen food in three days. We tore through the first pizza and made a considerable dent in the second before falling back into bed, ready to slip into a carbohydrate coma.