Teach Me

Chapter Twelve

***Allie's POV ***

"What do I want?"

I repeat his question as our bodies  become still. His expression darkens as he waits for his instructions and I feel his hands tighten their grip on my waist. I think over the words for a second to find that the answer is simple.

"I want you to take control,"

He quirks his head to the side, taking in my words.

"My whole life has consisted of me being in control. With you, I get to just let go. I don't have to think"

The words come easily and they couldn't be more true. With James, I get to feel free as he takes over, directing me to where I never knew I wanted to be.

I watch for his reaction as he sits there, seeming to chew over my words. His brows pinch together as he searches my eyes. I can tell it's what he really wants but he's afraid to cross a line with me. He likes being in control.

"Are you sure?" He asks and a devious smile starts to play at his lips.

His words are a warning. It's my last chance to back out from what he has planned but I don't even think twice.

"I'm sure"

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get," and that infamous grin of his slowly spreads across his face, making my heart rate kick up again.

Oh God, what did I do...

He brings his lips to mine, gently kissing the small scar on my lip. He cups the side of my face, brushing his thumb lightly over the fading bruise on my jaw. At that moment, I see nothing but care in his eyes but that look quickly switches to lust and my hands grip at the front of his sweatshirt in anticipation.

"We might need a safe word for what I have planned," he says and suddenly I'm on my back.

Was that a joke??

"Hold this," he brings one of my hands up to the headboard and then does the same with the other. "Don't let go," he demands and my hands grip tightly as I follow his directions, my body already reacting to his words.

James is gone...Mr. Riley has taken over

Oh how I missed him...

He sits up between my legs, looking down at my vulnerable position as he trails one finger across the strip of skin peaking out above my shorts. My hips lift towards his touch.

I want that hand between my legs.

"Patience," he answers my thoughts and runs the finger back in the other direction and my belly tightens at the core. The hardness between his legs barely grazes me through my shorts and I can feel myself getting wet already.

I need pressure against me...something.

He takes his sweatshirt off followed by the tank top underneath. I want to run my fingers over the tan skin of his lean stomach and chest but instead my fingers just tighten their grip on the headboard. 

His hands grip my hips and he sits there for a few seconds before he slowly starts grinding himself against me. I watch the muscles in his arms flex and then trail my eyes down to that delicious V that dips into the waistband of his pants. The friction feels incredible and I match the circular motions with my hips. His eyes watch me intently as I enjoy the relief but soon I realize it only ignites the want in me even more.

Suddenly, the heat of his body is on mine as he leans over, his palms pressed into the bed on either side of my head.  My legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts his hips hard just one time, causing a moan escapes my mouth as my back arches.

Holy shit...I need him

"Don't worry, I'll be inside you soon," he breathes against my neck and I turn my head, exposing more skin for him. "But first..." his lips brush me lightly.."I'm going to fuck you with my mouth," his tongue trails from the base of my neck, up.

Yes, please....

"And if you..." he lays a kiss on my collar bone..

"move your hands..." kiss

"there will be consequences.." kiss

He trails down my body with his mouth, making me squirm.

But do I want the consequences?

"And what might those be, Mr. Riley?"

His eyes flick up to mine as he nips at the skin directly above my shorts with his teeth.

"Move your hands and find out," he dares me with a dark look and I can't seem to budge under his glare.

"I'll get you to move eventually," he smirks and slowly pulls my shorts off.

I feel the air hit the wetness between my legs as he spreads my legs apart. His arms wrap under my thighs, holding me in place as I try not to squirm under his stare.

He drags his tongue agonizingly slow from my entrance to my clit and my hips instantly lift to meet his mouth.

"Mmmm," the moan slips past my lips as I watch his tongue circle me, his eyes watching my reaction.  My legs start to shake already. I was ready far before he even started and I feel myself teetering on the brink as his mouth does wonderful things.

He moves fast and hard, only to then suddenly slow his pace, applying only the slightest bit of pressure as he flicks over the bundle of nerves over and over. The feeling becomes almost too intense as the tightness builds in the pit of my stomach.

He moves his hand from under my thighs to between my legs and I know I'm about to lose it. He watches my face as he slides two fingers in me, again flicking his tongue over my clit to add to the sensation.

"Oh God yesss," my back arches and without thinking my hand leaves the headboard,  sliding into his hair, attempting to guide where I want him.

His mouth and hand leaves me and he sits up, leaving me panting and confused.

I was so close...

"Breaking the rules already," he flips me onto my hands and knees. Leaning his body over mine, his hand wraps into my hair and pulls my head back.

"Put your hands on that headboard," he demands and I reach my hands up, gripping it again. "How should I punish you," he pulls my head back a little harder with his mouth against my ear. I push my ass against him, begging for anything he wants to give me.

I never knew dominance was such a turn on for me...

Reaching his free hand around my waist and between my legs, he circles his finger around the sensitive bud, biting down on my lobe with his teeth.

This is punishment?

"Yess," I move my hips with the motions of his hand, feeling his breath against my neck.

"You want to come?"

"Please," his hands keep me right of that cliff, hanging by a thread. If he went a little faster, I would fall into sweet oblivion.

"Too bad you didn't listen to the rules," his finger slows and I want to scream.

"No no no..," the words spill out of my mouth. 

"Don't. Move." His body leaves mine and I grip my hands tighter, trying to catch my breath. The lights turn off, leaving only the small amount of illumination from the street lamps outside peaking in through the window.

I look behind me but I can't really see what he's doing and all my senses are  heighten ten fold. The bed dips down and I feel his heat from behind again.

"I suggest you listen this time if you want to come"