The Tutor

by Kelsi Clayton

  He made a quick stop at the bathroom to apply a little of his favorite cologne, brush his teeth, and check his reflection in the mirror. The sound of the front door opening traveled in the quiet house. Cheol hurried to the front door, eager to lay eyes on Claire and start their evening.

  “Well, hello there,” She greeted him as she finished hanging up her coat.

  “Hi,” He greeted in return, reaching to pull her into his arms.

  “Mmmm, you smell wonderful,” She observed, burying her face in his shirt.

  “Everyone is out of the house,” He informed her, leading the way into the bedroom.

  “Just the two of us, huh?” She pulled his face down to hers as they continued their slow pace to his room. “Wasn’t it nice of them to keep themselves busy elsewhere.”

  “Yeah, good guys,” He agreed, closing the door behind them without letting her go. She started pulling at his shirt, working it up on his body until she could pull it over his head. Even though it wasn’t new to her, the sight of his sculpted body still hit her like a jolt of electricity.

  “I’ll never get used to that,” Her hungry eyes caressed his bare torso, followed by the delicate tracing of her fingers along his ribs and abs.

  “Used to what?” He asked, starting to pull at the fabric of her shirt.

  “You,” She let him pull the shirt over her head. “Just all of you.”

  “Like I’m anything special,” He scoffed as his eyes looked down at her. “Now you, on the other hand…”

  “I love that you think I’m that cute,” She chuckled, giving his cheek a kiss.

  “Cute, yeah sure,” He reached around her to undo her bra as he spoke. “But more like, hot...sexy...irresistible.”

  “I stand corrected,” She laughed, helping him to remove the lacy balconette before starting to undo the fastening of her jeans. When they were both naked, Cheol stretched himself out on the bed, inviting Claire with an open armed gesture. She crawled on top of him guiding his arms above his head.

  “Just hold onto the bar there for me,” She instructed, straddling high up on his body, stretching out to wrap his fingers around the bar. Her breasts were positioned temptingly close in this position and Cheol lifted his head to try and take one of the tempting nipples into his mouth.

  “Ah-ah,” She tisked, putting a hand over his mouth. “Just be patient. Close your eyes for me.”

  He complied, taking in a tense breath.

  “Good boy,” She whispered in his ear. He felt her get up and could hear her footsteps as she crossed to the wardrobe and got something out. The bed sunk slightly under her weight as she returned to the bed. He felt something being laid over his eyes, smooth and thin...a tie?

  “What are you doing?” He asked, tempted to try and steal a peek at her.

  “Do you trust me?” She asked as he had once asked her.

  “Yeah,” He said with only half a second’s pause.

  “Good, then lift your head for a second,” She prompted. He complied and she tied it across his eyes gently, blocking his sight except for some small slivers of light and color he could make out where it was not flush, thanks to the bridge of his nose. She slid up his body, this time looping something around his wrists. The sound of fabric on fabric tickled his ears.

  “What--” He breathed, giving a slight pull against the tension.

  “Hey now,” She caught his arms, coaxing his hands back into the bar. “It’s not tight, so if you pull it will come undone, it's just a reminder, yeah?”

  “Yeah, okay,” He adjusted his grip on the bar again.

  “Now, no touching, no looking,” She slid down his body and breathed into his ear. “But I’ll do anything you ask me to do as long as you can stay like this. Sound fair?” He nodded. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I...I want you to kiss me,” He requested with a slight hitch to his voice. He could feel her move on him and suddenly felt a soft brush of her lips.

  “More?” She whispered against them.

  “More, I want a real kiss,” His voice was gaining confidence. The tip of her tongue swept across his bottom lip, followed by a more passionate brush of her lips as she waited for him to open for her. When he did, her tongue darted in to tangle and entwine with his. He felt her hands angling his head for her to control and deepen the kiss, giving him what he had requested. The feel of her breath on his cheek almost tingled and the moist sound of their lips and tongues moving was sharp in the quiet house. Sounds seemed amplified for him, having been denied his sight.

  She eased back, making the kiss ebb gently into something softer before she pulled back, taking a steadying breath. “What now?”

  “I...I don’t know,” He felt like he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted. In truth he just wanted her, anything from her, everything she could give him.

  “Do you want me to touch you?” She offered, running the backs of her fingers along his collarbone on one side.

  “Yes, please,” His voice was tight.

  “Like this?” She ran her finger tips over his pecs and down his ribs.

  “Mmm, yes but, mouth too,” Part of him felt silly saying out loud, but it was what had come into his mind. A sharp sense of relief and pleasure burst through him as she let her hands wander across his chest, her lips making a journey across his chest leaving meandering little kisses. She swirled her tongue around a nipple, making him draw in a quick, hissing breath.

  “Good?” She asked without stopping her wandering hands.

  “Yes, keep going,” His hands flexed on the bar. She drew his nipple into her mouth and rasped her tongue against it. With her hand, she took the other between her fingers, rolling it gently. She moved lower, running her hands along his sides as she nipped and licked the smooth planes of muscle where his ribs became his waist.

  “Delicious 초콜릿 배를[50],” She nuzzled the dip between the muscles, moving her way down past his belly button before pulling herself up and away from his body.

  “Don’t stop,” He groaned. “Keep going.”

  “Keep going?” She teased.

  “Touch me,” He half pleaded, half commanded. “Touch me down there.”

  “Here?” She asked as she scooted down, putting her palms against his pubic bone, leaving his erect member sticking up in the space left between her hands.

  “Yes, I want you to touch it,” His body was stiff and his breathing was a bit shallow in anticipation. With one hand, she grasped him around the base and moved her hand up along it’s length with a slow and deliberate motion.

  “Just my hands?” She let out a low chuckle, predicting the answer.

  “Mouth, I like how your mouth feels,” His cheeks went pink at the admission.

  “I can taste you,” She agreed before lowering her mouth to take the tip in as she kept moving her hand in the same motion. His legs moved restlessly as she stroked him, pleasure pooling in his stomach and rippling out in little waves with each movement of her tongue on him. Her free hand fondled his hips and thighs as his pleasure rose all too quickly.

  “Wait, stop for a minute,” He panted, pulling at the restraint for a second, having almost forgotten about it. Dutifully, she pulled back, letting him go as she sat up. “Can I...I want to taste you.”

  “Do you mean like this?” She moved up his body, teasing his lips with the nipple he had tried to reach earlier. His mouth opened, sucking it in as he swirled his tongue around it before giving it a light clasp of teeth. She gave him a soft moan at the sensation, letting him know she was enjoying his attention. There was a faint pop as he released the suction on her breast and turned to try and find it’s pair. She helped, guiding it to his lips for the same pleasurable treatment.

  “Can I taste you between your legs,” He rasped, moving restlessly beneath her.

  “Let’s see,” She said thinking aloud. “Your hands might be a bit of a problem if I leave them up like that. If I let them down, can you keep them at your sides as long as I say to keep them there?
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  “Yeah,” He promised, already pulling at the restraint, which indeed let go with almost no effort on his part. She moved to one side as he brought his arms down to his side, taking handfuls of the sheet beneath him to remember to keep them there. Straddling him above his shoulders, she balanced herself over him, using the rungs of the bunk bed above them to hold herself steady.

  “Good?” She asked breathlessly. She felt him nod between her thighs a second before his tongue darted out to lick along the long slit. This time pleasure danced along her nerves in anticipation. He lifted his head slightly, moving his tongue in deeper, flicking her clitoris in a teasing motion. He was rewarded with a deep moan and her hips rocking forward to meet his movement. Using his lips to provide light suction, he ran his tongue over the tight bud in one long slow motion.

  “God, yes, Cheol,” She sighed. Alternating between long, loving strokes of his tongue that gave attention to the length of her warm slit and blunt ones that concentrated on stimulating her clit, he brought Claire to a state of quivering pleasure above him. Twice, his hands almost left the bed, wanting to grasp her hips to grind them down on his face and control their movement.

  “I’m close,” She panted. “Do you want me to come here, like this?”

  “Yes,” He said against her, barely pausing.

  “I need you to use your hands to help hold me,” She said between shallow breaths. “I don’t think I can keep myself steady.”

  Gladly taking the permission to put his hands on her, he firmly grasped her hips to hold her body where he wanted it. With more control, he was able to bring her in minutes as she rocked and arched over him. He could hear the creak of the joints of the bed as she hung from the rungs above her. Her thighs tightened around his head as she gave a cry that would have been audible throughout the house, had anyone been there to hear.

  She tapped his hands to ask him to let her go, so she could collapse without smothering him. Her breath was ragged as she knelt beside him until she could control her legs again. Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed a tissue and began to wipe the moisture she had left on his face away.

  “Claire?” He caught her hand, pulling her down across his chest. “Can you put me inside you? I’m not done yet.”

  “Of course,” The smile in her voice was audible as she finished wiping his face. Her weight disappeared as she threw the tissue in the trash. “Is it ok to leave the blindfold on still?”

  “Yeah,” He nodded as she came back, her thighs straddling his hips this time. She angled him so that he slid smoothly into her as she lowered herself down. His hands came over to grasp her hips, guiding her movements. Not being a dancer herself, her legs started growing weak and tired of the repetitive motion. She shifted herself forward onto her hands to hold herself up.

  “Can you come again like this?” He asked.

  “Yeah,” She replied. “But you can also touch me here.”

  She guided the thumb of one hand back to her clitoris, moaning as he found the same rhythm as their bodies. He bucked his hips to meet hers as he listened to her breathing change again. She was close and so was he, but he was determined to come second between them. He held his breath and concentrated on working on her pleasure.

  “God 자기야[51], yes, faster,” She keened, dropping to her elbows, her head resting on his chest as she continued to move. The sound of her breath and moaning mixed with his, making an oddly intimate atmosphere. It was just the two of them and just that room that existed for them. With a gasp she came again, moaning his name. He followed not long after, holding her body still against his in the aftermath.

  She finally slipped the tie off his eyes, laying it on the pillow beside his head. The room seemed too bright for a second, making him blink as his vision adjusted. He looked down his body to see Claire draped across his chest, all messy hair and loose limbs. She looked amazing like that.

  “How did you like that?” She asked in a tired, husky voice. “Good?”

  “Yeah,” He sounded exhausted, his hands moving in slow circles on her back.

  “Maybe we can take a break though,” She sighed, closing her eyes.

  “Let’s get under the covers though,” He suggested as he rolled her to the side. Pulling the blanket out from under them, he wrapped them back up. Curling up against her back, he nuzzled his face into her hair.

  “I love you,” He muttered softly, sliding a thigh between hers.

  “I love you, too,” She hugged his arm against her chest.

  A couple of hours later, after a nap, they emerged from the room in search of food. Dressed in old t-shirts and sweatpants, they found the house still empty, but didn’t expect it to stay that way much longer. Though everyone had been kind enough to give them an evening of privacy; they all had to come home at some point. Together they raided the kitchen, mostly grabbing snacks and the fruit that was left on the counter. Cheol washed and cut up the fruit, putting it all on a plate for them to share, while Claire warmed up a bowl of instant ramen.

  They moved to the living room and cuddled up on the couch to watch something while they ate. Cheol sat her in his lap, with the plate of fruit on his knee. Holding her with an arm around her waist, he alternated between giving her a bit and taking one for himself. Claire was happy to let him feed her while she tried to follow the variety show they had landed on. Luckily, it happened to have one of her other favorite k-pop groups as the guests. They were the other group she and Roz had absolutely adored before she had moved to Korea. She didn’t often let her fangirl out with anyone but Roz, but she couldn’t help but enjoy watching anything they did.

  Cheol noticed how focused her attention was on the program when he tried to get her attention a couple of times and only got a brief grunt of recognition in return. He hadn’t ever seen her quite so engrossed in something before. It wasn’t that she didn’t get focused on the dramas they had watched in the time that had known her, but she could be counted on to make comments and have conversations as they watched. Wonjung and Hyunwoo came home about fifteen minutes into the program followed by Jaejin and Kitae, all of whom were shushed by a squintingly focused Claire. Cheol found it bafflingly endearing how focused she was on the program.

  “Enjoying the program are you?” Cheol asked during a brief commercial break.

  “Mmmm, yes,” Claire confirmed as she took another bite from him. “TEENZ own a tiny part of my soul and I love them with a fiery passion.”

  “Wha?” He laughed and stuttered, not sure if he should be slightly jealous or not.

  “If you let me enjoy this in peace,” She promised, patting his cheek sweetly. “I will have sex with you again before I leave tonight, ‘kay?”

  “Sure, sure,” He chuckled to himself, giving her another bite. As the show came back on, Claire’s attention went back to the TV and she barely noticed as Kitae and Hyunwoo joined them on the couch to watch the program with them.Wonjung also joined them after some time, enjoying the program and the sight of Claire’s enjoyment in equal measure. Claire mostly ignored them but occasionally broke into fits of laughter, cheering, or commentary which rivaled the humor of the program itself. It made him wonder if she had ever watched any of their appearances with this sort of adoration. He could ask her that later.

  The show followed the typical model, having the stars feature not only their musical skills but their cuteness, goofball talents, personal details, and sexiness. Claire seemed especially tickled by the displays of cuteness and sexiness done by the members of TEENZ. She giggled gleefully, her cheeks getting slightly pink as she brought her hands to cover her joyful grin. Cheol hoped she looked that happy when she watched their programs, this was surprisingly adorable. When the program was finally over, she gave a pleased squee and melted back against Cheols chest with a satisfied look on her face.

  “Enjoyed that, did you?” He asked, hugging her from behind.

  “Second favorite group of delicious cuties,” She nodded. “It always makes me smile.”<
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  “Second favorite?” He prompted cutely.

  “Oh you know you guys are my first,” She gave him a playful swat on his leg. “You should see me and Roz watching your stuff. Thank god you never will hear the conversations we used to have about all of you. I would have to crawl under a rock and never look any of you in the face again.”

  “Okay, now I’m curious,” Cheol tucked his chin into her shoulder and cuddled up to her cutely. “What exactly did you used to talk about.”

  “Oh no no no no no no,” She wriggled and shook her head. “Not going to happen. My lips are sealed.”

  “Please tell me, 애인[52],” He begged cutely.

  “Noooo, it’s embarrassing,” She whined with a slight giggle.

  “What could be that embarrassing?” He wheedled with an endearing grin and a puppyish expression on his face.

  “Pfft,” She scoffed, avoiding his eyes. “Your cuteness is weaponized tonight I see.”

  “애인[53] you can tell me,” He nuzzled along her neck. “I might laugh but I won’t judge you.”

  “You would so judge me, and you should,” She giggled. “We said some things that should never be said aloud...but I will admit that I have said more than once that Hyunwoo looks better in a dress than I do, which makes me both happy and sad.”

  “That’s not true though,” Hyunwoo objected, breaking into hysterical laughter.

  “You do,” She insisted, drawing out the last word into many syllables. “You are too pretty and it kills me, my cute, sweet friend.”

  “No, you’re too sweet, noona,” Hyunwoo grinned and blushed.

  “Did you talk about me?” Wonjung asked, leaning forward.

  “We talked about all of you...a lot,” She covered her face with her hands to hide how pink she was turning.

  “What,” Wonjung chuckled. “What did you say about me?”