Crescendo

Chapter 14

"Don't freak out," Daniel said, laying on the bed, his shirt riding high on his hips.

Too late.

My mind was racing and my heart beat faster with each passing second. I couldn't believe that I was alone with him, in his house, and he was sprawled out on a king-sized bed.

"What's the purpose of this again?" I asked, swallowing the panic in my throat.

"A visual," he claimed, raising his hands in front of himself, "You have to use your imagination."

I wanted to, I really did, but imagining Daniel in any position other than behind a podium or on stage was going to raise my blood pressure to dangerous levels.

"I just don't get it," I said, hoping he'd drop the whole thing and let me go back to my bashful, non-productive ways.

"Okay, well maybe you're not trying to get it," he dropped his hands and stared at me as if I was the one being ridiculous.

I scoffed, "Or maybe you're just a bad teacher."

"Fine," he said, narrowing his eyes, "Maybe an example will help then."

"Yeah, okay, what example?"

He waved me over.

Oh, god.

I hesitated, ignoring how my stomach clenched at the thought. "I don't know if that's the best idea."

"Well, you're not getting it and I've run out of ways to show you this. So if you want to know how to write the scene so it doesn't confuse everyone that reads it, this is the only option. This is how I'm holding up my end of the deal."

By getting me to straddle you? I thought as if the idea didn't strike some sort of sick pleasure into my heart, "Fine," I said, "but don't get any ideas."

He laughed, "Yeah, okay."

Why is it so funny?

I crossed the room, climbed onto the bed on all fours, and swung my leg over him. Suddenly, I was straddling him.

Fuck.

I leaned forward, hoping Daniel felt as awkward as I did but it was hard to tell when he was completely, painfully silent.

Am I stupid for allowing this? Did it really matter?

I was on top of my teenage crush, professor, and fake boyfriend; it was as if my bookshelf had come to life.

"Okay," he said, ignoring the fact that my ass was in his face, "let's say we're sixty-nine-ing," which would be hilarious according to him, "and I want you to move."

"You could just say move."

I could feel him rolling his eyes, "I've never heard of a dirty book where the guy just tells the girl to move."

"Alright, whatever," I said. I didn't know he was such an erotica expert but clearly, I misjudged him.

"So instead of pushing you off, which I could do," I rolled my eyes at his empty threat, "The guy's best option of moving the girl without killing the mood is to do the Alligator Roll."

"The what?" I laughed, forgetting for a moment that I was inches away from his dick.

He sighed, "You know, when you wrap your arms underneath the person's legs and you roll."

Clearly, I did not know.

"Do you want me to show you?" Daniel asked as if it was no big deal.

Just a friend helping a friend out.

Still, my eyes widened at the thought. "Does that mean you have to touch me?"

He chuckled, "Don't act like you don't want me to."

Can he tell? There was no way he could tell.

Right?

"Says the guy who keeps acting like the idea of doing anything with me is disgusting," I said, hoping to distract him from the obvious.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't," Daniel looped his arms underneath my legs and flipped us so that he was on top, and suddenly, I was beneath him, staring at his crotch.

I stammered something unintelligible.

He stood, solidifying his position above me.

"See?" he said, "It works and you didn't even expect it."

"I didn't expect it because you caught me off guard," I huffed, irritated but not moving from my new position on the bed. My head almost hung over the side, triggering my filthy imagination.

"That's the point."

"So the bickering was a distraction?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, giving me little reason to believe him.

I groaned, "Why did I have to be distracted anyway?"

"Because if you know it's coming, then it won't work."

How-

"Okay, so now what?" Agreeing was easier than arguing, and he did manage to inspire me with his alligator-rolling madness.

He stared down at me, "What would happen in your book?"

I blushed, dirty images flooding my head, freezing all other logical, appropriate thoughts where they were.

"I guess she would like it," I said. So did I, but admitting that meant letting out the fangirl screaming inside of me.

But Daniel hadn't stepped away. He stood above me, watching me shift underneath him.

"Mission accomplished," he smiled and warmth coursed through me.

Then, I saw it, the guy flipping the main character, her eagerly pleasing him. Daniel had managed to summon inspiration, again, and once I started imagining the scene, I couldn't stop.

"What if she continued sucking his dick?" The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Daniel stared down at me, surprised, "Yeah, that could work."

I didn't usually discuss the dirty parts of my books, with anyone, but once I started, I didn't want to stop.

Besides,

In my current position, I could have some fun.

"She'd probably tease him a little first," I said, placing my hand on his inner thigh, "to catch him off guard."

Did I get some sick pleasure turning his words against him?

Yes.

He sucked in a breath, but didn't move away, "And when she's done teasing him?"

I held his gaze, smiling sweetly as my hand continued to wander. "Maybe he'll get lucky."

I rubbed the front of his jeans, feeling him grow underneath my touch.

Daniel cleared his throat, "How lucky?"

"Very," I smirked, waiting for him to ask for an example.