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Kill me now!
Someone send a lighting bolt my way and strike me because what the fuck just happened.
I did not ejaculate in my pants, right? I did not just humiliate myself in front of Mile just because he placed his large, heavily veined hand over my crotch, right? That would be insane.
I wait until I've heard the door close before looking up to find myself alone in the massive master bedroom. I look down at my lap and flinch at the wet spot on my jeans and let out a pained whine before dropping my head back on the pillow.
What the hell?
I coulnd't wait a few more minutes at least? Will P'Mile even want to touch me again after this?
I sit up and let out a sigh. There is no shame for the shameless.
All I need to do is pretend is that I am not ashamed of this. What? I'm eighteen, it's to be expected, right?
Mile probably did the same thing at my age.
Even so, I can't see Mile doing something so unrestrained as this.
I wince as I strip my jeans off, frowning at the sticky boxers and don't breath a sign of relief until I am in the shower, using Mile's shampoo and reveling at how everything smells like him.
Its oddly comforting.
When I finally emerge from the bathroom, it's to find my clothes gone and I am too embarrassed to ask P'Mile where he took them. He is leaned against the window, scrolling through his phone but his eyes look up from the screen when I walk in.
"I have an extra room if you want..."
"I want to sleep here with you," I hurry to say, waiting for him to laugh at me but despite the humored look on his face, he doesn't laugh at me.
"Alright then, I will grab a shower as well and we can get some rest," he says, pushing away from the window and walking towards me but I step into his path, stopping him.
He raises a single thick brow at me and I blush. I know he is the one expected to make all the choices but...
"You didn't come."
"You mean in my pants?"
"P'Mileeeee," I whine in frustration.
He chuckles, lifting his fingers to my face and caressing a path down my face before grabbing my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Alright, I'm done teasing you," he says before the laughter dies from his face. "We'll have to work on your control a little. That's a challenge I am going to take."
"So you're not stopping?" I say, poising between us before adding. "I mean this."
"I thought it was hot."
"You did?"
"No one has ever reacted to my touch the way you do, Kitten," he rasps. "Of course I'll want to see it again."
"Okay," I whisper. He nods and starts to leave but I step into his path again.
"What is it?"
"I... I mean... You..."
The words get stuck in my throat but he doesn't say a word. I don't read impatience in his eyes and he patiently waits for me to find the words I want to say, or at least the courage to say them out loud but it's not there.
I can't say it.
I am cheeky in real life and a brat to everyone older than me but with Mile... with him, I find myself weak.
Helpless, more like it.
I find that I can't just speak out the words I want so I do the next best thing and in a rare show of emotion, his shocked eyes follow me as I drop to my knees.
He stays silent as I reach for his slack's fly but hesitate.
"Do you even know what you're doing?"
Obviously not, or I would have done it already. I bite back the bratty retort but from the way he stares me, he must be able to read my mind.
"I don't," I offer instead. "But you said you would show me, teach me..."
His eyes flash with heat at my words and I expect him to stop me and make some sort of excuse but he does none of that, instead, he lowers his hand and traces a finger over my lips.
"So pretty," he rasps and I watch as his chest heaves a breath and the budge in his pants grows.
My lips part eagerly when he slips his thumb between them, sending need through my body and it's like I didn't find my pleasure a few minutes ago.
I want more.
I want him.
"Do you think you can hold out long enough this time?" He asks, his eyes dropping to the budge on the sweats he gave me.
I nod, closing my lips over his thumb, the move sending him groaning. The sound so deep and raw it only works to fuel the need in me.
"Good," he says throatily. "Let's start with the lesson then."
