I was limp. I was panting. I was covered in paint. He was covered in paint. My hair was wet, my skin damp with sweat and heat and him. I always wondered when my sexual peak would come. Before this moment, it was limping around aimlessly at the foot of the mountain. Once, it had started to climb but got stuck on an icy stretch that was too treacherous to continue. I remember one attempt at the climb left me with altitude sickness, but this had been an expedition with every piece of equipment needed to scale the peak.
I felt like there had been a power surge between us. He looked at me with a fire in his eyes, which reflected that, to Danny, fucking was like an Olympic sport, and he had won gold, silver and bronze. Twice. In his sleep. His hips were like a human tornado. How he didn't crash for forty-eight hours after just to revitalise the libido was beyond me. I'm pretty sure I had dislocated a hip and shattered a vertebra in my back.
I noticed that the music had stopped and there were just voices on the radio. We were both quiet, maybe unsure of what to say or do next. But I knew what I wanted to say, and if I didn't say it now, on the confidence his gigantic orgasm had just given me, I would never say it.
‘So, when can we do that again?’
He laughed into my neck and pushed himself up. ‘As soon as possible,’ he replied.
‘Really? You'd do that again? With me?' I was tentative. I had been given a taste of what sex could be like, and I didn't want to let it go.
‘I need to do that again. Just to be sure it was fucking real,’ he said as he picked up his jeans and started to put himself back together. He smiled as I propped myself up on my elbows. ‘You look like a piece of art.’ I looked down and ran my hands across the stripes of paint across my body. My skirt was ruined, I didn’t dare think of what my hair looked like or how I was going to get home without frightening the public. Talk about adding a new level to the dreaded walk of shame.
‘I don’t know where to start; clean myself up or clean this room. Ruth will have a fit if she sees this.’ I started to straighten myself up, pulling down my skirt and raking my hands through my hair.
‘I'd start with wiping the paint off your face. You look like a warrior going to battle.' I had a feeling my body would feel that way in the morning. I didn't give my yoga classes enough credit. I was bendy.
‘So…you have the skills, huh? I guess you're very experienced. That kind of ability doesn't come naturally,' I shrugged, unsure of what answer I wanted to hear.
‘I told you; I replaced addictions with other addictions. I’ve fucked a lot of women, Kate.’ Ouch. Didn’t want to hear that, even if I knew that was probably the truth. Danny knew how to make a woman come. If he could make me feel like I was falling off a cliff balancing on a table, imagine what he could do when we had the time and luxuries of complete privacy and a comfortable bed?
I thought about that for a second. Just sex. Set the boundaries. He had already said that he would be willing to do that again. What was I doing? This whole idea had the potential to lead to nothing apart from a broken heart. I'd seen enough of them to know I didn't want to go through it myself. Abi put on half a stone alone when Jamie left. But on the other side of the potential for heartbreak was the opportunity to discover myself sexually. I had just had once in a lifetime shake the ceiling kind of sex. I'd never experienced anything like it before. Maybe he could teach me a few things to make sure I would never have mediocre sex again. If he couldn't give me the promise of a relationship, could he give me the tools for guaranteed sexual fireworks? Surely I owed it to my sex drive?
I jumped off the table.
‘Everything you heard outside was true,’ I said quickly before I could change my mind. ‘I mean, I’ve never experienced anything close to what we’ve just done. I didn’t even enjoy receiving oral sex before tonight.’
‘What the fuck? What's not to like?' he asked as he started to wipe the paint off the table. He'd just made me come like a steam train, and now he was cleaning up. He was perfection with a cleaning cloth in his hand.
‘That's not strictly true. It's not that I didn't like it. I just haven't had a lot of experience. None of my previous boyfriends liked doing it, and none of them had your tongue.'
‘Your boyfriends were arseholes,' he replied like he knew them all personally and could back up his statement with fact. ‘Your pussy is perfect. If you were mine, my face would be on it all fucking day.' Was it possible to orgasm through words alone?
‘You said you’d like to do that again,’ I said. He stopped wiping the table and smiled in recognition. ‘Would you consider teaching me? I mean, in sex.’
‘What?’ He screwed up his face and scoffed.
‘You know what you're doing, and I've never experienced anything like it before. Maybe if I had more confidence and knew what I was doing, then any relationship in the future could be that…fulfilling,' I said.
‘What do you want to know?’ he asked.
‘Everything.’
‘So, it would be just sex. Fucking. Nothing more. No expectations.’
‘Exactly that,’ I agreed.
‘You would be OK with that?’ He flung the cloth into the sink and wiped his hands down his jeans. ‘No kidney shivers, remember?’ I smiled when I realised he had remembered our conversation about the type of love I wanted.
‘No kidney shivers. Just sex. I need the experience. We could agree when and where and take it from there.’
‘Sounds good,’ he smiled.
Before tonight, it would have sounded like something I would never dare to be part of.
But after tonight, it sounded perfect.
Chapter Nineteen
‘I think the words you used were, “Never stop fucking me,”’ Danny said as he ran his hand down my leg, which was still quivering on his shoulder. I’d invited him back to my flat because I couldn’t live with the guilt of using the Goldenwell’s as our sex HQ. I was wary about having him in my home, something he picked up on quickly. His promise to inform my parents after murdering me didn’t help my anxiety.
‘Stop fucking thinking, Kate. This is nothing more than sex. Enjoy it and let me teach you all the delicious things I know.’ He laughed as his tongue followed down the inside of my thigh, causing me to wriggle and move as I was caught by his hands. Holding me still. Anchoring me down. Calming me.
‘You’re turning me into a swearing sex beast.’
To say I’d had a few regrets since we first had sex on the art room table—shoot me now— and four times again this week was an understatement. The sex, I didn’t regret. The orgasms I would gladly repeat and had done so many times I’d lost count, but the practically begging him for something more than painting lessons, not so much.
‘And I think I may have said never stop fucking me after an orgasm that nearly ripped my arm off and you’d just made me come with your tongue for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. Funnily enough, I’m still not in the right frame of mind to discuss how messed up this is.’
‘Did you ask me for sex tips?’ I nodded. ‘Am I not giving you the best lessons of your fucking life?’
‘Yes, but…’
‘Then don't think any deeper than that. Just let yourself go. No thinking. No worrying. The only person you need to please is me, and you'll please me if you let me please you. Let go. Loosen your grip on the need to be in control.' He started flicking his tongue over my clit again; I was far too sensitive. He stopped mid-stroke as I laughed and wriggled my groin around his head. He looked at me with frustrated eyes.
I sighed. ‘I don’t do this. I’ve never been a sexual person.’
‘You’ve never been with the right person.’
‘I’m not experienced. I don’t experiment. You’ll get bored of me,’ I said as he lifted his head from my thigh.
‘Isn't that why I'm here? My tongue has been on your pussy and my finger may have found its way to a place you've never allowed anyone to touch before. Isn't that called experimenting?' he smirked.
‘I don’t kn
ow if I’m cut out for this. I should have…boundaries. Oh heck, I’m a harlot!’
‘Kate,' he whispered as he returned his attention to my clit. One flick. ‘Take it a step at a time. I can guarantee you'll enjoy it and I'll never push you too far.' One swirl. ‘Just think, every time I do this…’ His tongue entered me. ‘And this…' He sucked, and I gasped. ‘You're learning what you like and what you don't like.
‘What if I’m scared to try something?’ I gasped.
‘Kate, you’ll never know where the edge is until you fall off.’
‘There's one thing you haven't taught me yet, and I'd really like a lesson,' I said as sultrily as I could as I got up on shaky legs. I took a cushion from the settee and dropped it on the floor. He eyed me knowingly, and that smug grin of his got wider. ‘Come here,' I said beckoning him with my finger. I didn't need to ask twice. He got up, his hard cock bobbing as he did before settling himself down before me.
‘Lesson number six. How to give an amazing blow job. I need all the help I can get,’ I smiled. ‘Tell me what feels good.’ He hissed as I held his cock in my hand and squeezed my fingers slightly, feeling his frantic pulse under my fingertips.
‘First of all, you just need to know this one simple trick,’ he whispered through moans as I started sliding my hand up and down his long shaft. ‘You have to enjoy giving it. Fuck! You need to like having a cock in your mouth. You need to show that it feels good for you too.’
‘I've never enjoyed it before. Too many things to coordinate,' I smiled as he fell apart under my hand.
‘A man needs to know that having his cock in your mouth, wrapped around your tongue, or down the back of your throat is turning you inside out. It has to be intense. Look at him at the same time he’s looking at you. He should be able to feel this shaking through his bones.’ His words. Jesus. His words. He could turn me on with a deep utter of fuck. ‘Don't be afraid of doing it. Trust me; it will always feel good no matter what you do. If a dick is in your mouth, it's gonna work out OK for the man attached to it.'
‘I want to make it more than OK. Tell me what to do.’
‘You need to start off slowly. Kiss the tip, cup the balls, and get it nice and wet. Lick all the way from the top to the bottom and circle your tongue around the shaft working your way down so it's fully in your mouth. You could even spit on it, but that's a bit porn star.'
‘Spit?’ I repeated through a grimace. ‘Do men like that?’
‘If it's a quick, dirty fuck then it can be hot, but if there are feelings involved and you like a guy, and he likes you, then he may not want you to spit on his cock,' he smiled. ‘Maybe negotiate on that one.'
I found myself wondering what had led me to consider spitting on the most magnificent specimen of a raging cock. I let him rest against my lips. Before, I'd always found a cock in the face quite unnecessary, but I couldn't get close enough to his. I'd hang it on a chain and dangle it between my cleavage if I could. ‘Do you like a woman to spit on it?' I asked as I started to flick my tongue across the tip.
‘Sometimes.' He swallowed hard and shifted from side to side. ‘Make eye contact if you're going to do it though. There has to be eye contact.' I settled my eyes on his and bent down, hesitating as my lips met his crown. ‘Remember, don't be afraid of doing it wrong.' His voice was hoarse, but he coughed it away as he watched me release some moisture from my mouth. Ladies, don’t spit. As it ran down his shaft, I used my hands to spread it around him.
‘You're blushing,' he said. ‘How can you be so self-conscious and then go and spit on my cock? Don't you know how fucking sexy you are?'
‘I have no idea what I'm doing.’
‘You fucking do,' he moaned as I alternated between using my hands and licking the tip. ‘Take the opportunity to be in complete control. I know how much you like that. Normally I have to wrestle with you to let go.' He smiled and settled back into the sofa. ‘Take it in your mouth, Kate.' He put his hand on his forehead and sucked in air as I wrapped my mouth around him. ‘That's it; take it all. Put your hand at the base and use a swirling motion as you suck the tip. Fuck yes. Just like that.' I moaned at his enjoyment. The humming vibration caused him to raise his hips. ‘Kiss the tip. Lick the rim. I fucking love that. Fuck, you’re so good. Work your hand just a bit faster.' I readily carried out every suggestion but broke away from his cock to gently nibble and kiss my way up to his nipples. I'd discovered that he liked having them played with, and I loved the noise a stroke of my finger caused.
‘You didn't enjoy doing this before? You enjoy it now, though?' I nodded. I wanted to please him, and not because of that inbuilt pattern I was finding so hard to shake, but because it turned me on that I could turn him on so much. His cock was standing hard between us; his hips were moving rhythmically as I returned my hand and circled it around him.
‘Take my cock in your mouth, gorgeous. You have nothing to worry about. Make me come.’ His words were clanging around and striking off my brain in a direct line to my libido. He moaned as I reached down and touched myself. So wet. ‘Does having my cock in your mouth make you wet?’ I nodded as I bobbed my mouth, swirling my tongue and letting him slide down as far as I could take him. ‘I know you’re enjoying doing this, and it's making it so fucking good.’
I let go of his cock and it popped out of my mouth. I held it strong and firm in my hand and against my cheek, smiling as I met his eyes before kissing my way back up. ‘Fuck yes. Go slow.' I took him back in my mouth and listened to his direction until he didn't have to direct anymore. He just threw his head back and propped himself up on his elbow, holding my hair to one side so that he could watch me.
‘You're so fucking sexy. Fuck. I want to come. I'm going to come so fucking hard. Keep doing that. Shit. Oh fuck!’ His appreciation of my mouth on his cock made me shiver, and watching him come undone was almost enough to start my own release. I looked down to see his feet were pointed sharply, his thigh muscles shaking quickly. I knew he was close.
‘Do you want to swallow me, gorgeous?' he asked. I nodded, my mouth never leaving his cock. He smiled and moaned and arched his body until his breathing started to speed up. ‘Holy fuck, Kate, don't stop. Don't fucking stop.' I felt his cock vibrate and expand until it started to pulse and his hot, salty come trailed down my throat. He was panting and moaning and clutching my neck with both hands. I moaned out roughly as I thought of his come inside me. A part of him that was so deliciously naughty.
‘You don't need any help. You're a fucking pro. You should be giving lessons on this, not me.' He lay back, totally spread out, his arms hanging limply above him, his legs turned out and utterly spent.
After a few minutes of silence and a more than a few stolen glances, he checked his watch and cursed under his breath. ‘I need to be inside you so badly but I've got to go,' he said quietly as he wiped his eyes with the heel of his hands. He got up and moved slowly like his body would crack if he went too fast.
‘Work?’ I asked.
‘Yeah. I need to get on the road early.’
‘You could stay,’ I replied, crossing my arms, already knowing the answer.
He started gathering his clothes that were abandoned on different parts of furniture around the living room. His eyes narrowed and darkened before sweeping across my body in a move even I knew was pure unadulterated lust. ‘Just sex; remember?’ he said as he chastely kissed my head. It was such a stark difference to the look on his face and to what we had just spent the night doing. ‘No fucking kidney shivers, Kate.’
‘No kidney shivers,’ I nodded.
Chapter Twenty
We carried on our not so secret sexcapades whenever we could. In fact, I'd never had so much sex. I couldn't say no to him. It was like my body became alive whenever I was near him, or even just thinking about him. The ache spread across my body on a direct course to my private parts from just watching him sketch out an outline on a canvas.
Ruth knew there had between a shift of energy because Danny had stoppe
d being an arse to me at the centre. He was continuing with the art lessons like before. Whether she realised they were the foreplay to lessons in anal play and mastering positions that would make a prostitute blush, I didn't know.
She had to know.
He'd continued leaving messages for me on the whiteboard in Ruth's office.
How about we go over a few things tonight? I need to make sure you're taking our lessons seriously. My teaching methods may be unique, but I feel we're making progress...
Lesson 10 - Lines, shapes and form…
Lesson 11 – Blending…
I’m surprised the sexual charge between us didn’t flash with bright lights and blare a piercing siren.
‘Good morning, Kate. How are you today?’ Ruth was stirring her coffee frantically. I noticed Danny putting away the weekly delivery of teabags and biscuits behind her. ‘Don’t answer. No time. Catch you later.’ She breezed past me, leaving a slight hint of perfume that was a hint too sweet.
‘Hey, you OK?' Danny turned and flashed me a smile I now referred to as the precursor because it often led to me losing the feeling in my legs after a particularly lengthy session of sex.
‘If you mean can I walk without squishing my thighs together, then the answer is no.’
‘Can you still feel me there?' His voice was sitting low and heavy on my libido. I wanted to smile and laugh loudly, but that would give the game away to the trickle of people chatting outside the kitchen. He stood behind me, trapping me in the heat of his body, making me wonder what his next move would be. I felt his nose rub against my neck. ‘You do things to me, Kate.'
‘What things?’ I asked, the air rushing through my lungs.
‘You make me fucking reckless.’
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