Teach Me by Alexa Riley
Chapter Five
Heidi
My fingers dig into Reese’s broad shoulders as he finds out what I’ve been hiding from him. It’s shameful. I shouldn’t be getting off the way I am, but there’s no controlling it. When he’d pulled out his wallet and offered me more money to kiss me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. The truth is I would have done it without being paid. Now all I can think about is his mouth on other parts of me.
“Yes,” I admit. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about you, but I can’t stop it.” I try to get up from his lap, but he stops me.
“Don’t move,” he grits out between his teeth, clearly angry. “You always get worked up this way?” I shake my head instantly. Some of the tightness in his shoulders releases under my fingers.
“This has never happened before, I swear.” His eyes search my face.
I’m not sure what he’s trying to find there. I’ve always been told all my emotions play across my face and that I can’t hide anything. I’ve never had a reason to before now, but I don’t think he believes me. I don’t blame him. He wants to pretend, but he doesn't have to when it comes to me. However, I am pretending when it comes to him.
Pretending that there’s something special about me that has him doing this. That he’d never pay a woman to do the things he’s paying me to do. But for me he’d drain his bank account for one kiss. I cling to the idea of being something special to him. That turns me on as much as him throwing his money at me. If he gets to pretend, why can't I do it too? No one ever has to know.
“Where the hell did this place find you?” Before I can try to begin to answer him, he’s kissing me again. He doesn't want to know because it would make this all too real, and probably a bit sad. I want to stay pretending with him a bit longer.
I moan into his mouth as he dominates the kiss. I had no idea a kiss could be so erotic and consuming. It’s overwhelming and verging on being so intimate that I wonder how others can kiss without falling in love. This feels as close as sex, or at least that’s what I’d guess sex is like. I’m sure I only think this because I’m naïve.
“Reese,” I moan, breaking the kiss when his fingers dip inside of my panties. I should stop him and tell him that’s not allowed, but instead I thrust my hips forward, inviting him to do more.
“You must be hurting.”
“Yes,” I whimper as his fingers graze across my clit, barely touching me.
“The top. I want it off.” Without thinking, I go for my shirt. Only a few of the buttons are done up since the bottom part is tied. My fingers fumble with the buttons while Reese looks like he wants to rip it off my body. But he watches and doesn’t move as his eyes never leave me. Finally when I get the thing free, he groans at seeing the pretty lacy white bra they gave me to wear. It’s a fight to take that off too because I’m not used to a bra that clips in the front. When I get the clasp free, it falls open, revealing my bare breasts to him.
Reese doesn't move and barely even breathes once I’m done. It takes me a second to realize my mistake. I’d been in such a rush to get it off, hoping he’d touch me, that I forgot I’m supposed to be the one making him lose his mind. Not the other way around. My clit is dying for his fingers, and I’m a bit mindless with need, but I stop and let out a quick breath.
“I did it wrong.” I was supposed to go slow and draw this out. “I’ll try again.” Once again, I try to stand so I can put my clothes back on, but he stops me.
“Do not get out of my lap unless I give you permission.” He grips my panties and gives them a small tug. It pulls me forward the few inches that I retreated.
Another whimper leaves me at the authority in his voice. I’m starting to think everything this man does has my body responding to him. He’s flipped some switch inside of me I didn’t know I had, and now he’s in control of me.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and a rumble comes from deep inside of him, sending a shiver through me.
“Good girl.” He rewards me by grazing his fingers across my clit again. I moan, dropping my head back, and he leans forward. That’s when I feel his mouth running along my neck.
“Yes.” I rock my hips. The need to move them consumes me and feels like this is what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Close your eyes,” he says against my skin. “Pretend it’s my tongue. Not my fingers.” The words no sooner leave his mouth than he’s licking up the column of my neck. Images of his face buried between my thighs flash through my mind. It’s all too much.
I open my mouth to cry out his name in pleasure, but his hand comes over it, smothering the sound. His teeth sink into my neck, and I’m not sure if it triggers another orgasm or the same one is still going. I cry out again against his hand, and his hard body jerks under me.
“Heidi,” he groans. “Fuck.”
He holds me tight to him as I collapse against his body. A sweet hum simmers though me, and I don’t move when he pulls his fingers out from inside my panties. There is no mistaking the sound of him licking his fingers clean, and I start to heat all over again.
He surprises me when his hands start to drift up and down my back soothingly. It’s so sweet—something I would expect a lover would do in bed. Not inside of a strip club with someone he barely knows. He paid thousands of dollars to have me all to himself for a few moments. Still, I find myself relaxing for the first time in what seems like forever. The rest of the world melts away, and it’s just Reese and me.
I jerk to sit up fully when a loud bang sounds from somewhere behind me. I almost slip off Reese’s lap backwards, a bit dazed. I must have dozed off for a second, but he grabs me by the hips before I can fall.
Looking over my shoulder, I hear another loud bang, and the door rattles before it pops open, and a man comes tumbling inside. I think he’s the bachelor that Reese came in with.
“Reese! I’ve been trying to find you!” the bachelor shouts. “You got a lap dance?” His eyes widen, taking me in. My back is bare, but my chest is pressed into Reese’s. “A schoolgirl? Don’t you think that’s a bit fucked up for you?”
“Get the fuck out!” Reese roars. If he didn’t have me by the hips, I would have gone falling off his lap that time for sure.
His anger fills the small space, and there’s one quick pause before someone else comes rushing into the room.
“You’re done,” T-bone, one of the bouncers, says as he grabs Reese’s friend by the back of the neck and starts to pull him out of the room. The man isn’t having it.
“Tino, calm your ass down!” Reese shouts at him.
Reese rises with me in his lap, turning to block me with his body. He scoops my shirt off the floor, handing it to me and ordering me to put it on. The sounds of people shouting get louder, and I barely get my shirt back on before I see what’s happening. And just as I look up, Tino takes a swing at T-bone.
That’s when all hell breaks loose inside the tiny room.