Teach Me (The Gentlemen's Club)
Teach Me (The Gentlemen’s Club) Chapter 11

Nicholas

How much longer could he wait?

Earlier before they surrendered to sleep, he fingered her hot and tight p***y to satisfaction. He had caressed and kissed her until she had fallen asleep. Though he didn’t cum with her, he was contented. Only just.

Their first night ensconced comfortably on the downy softness of his bed, she laid almost on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets, her slender arm on his naked chest and he was extremely aware she was naked bar his shirt. F**k! Too aware. His c**k was pulsing for some time.

The light of dawn graced their outside world. He was usually up at this hour, would render a few rounds at a nearby park riding his thoroughbred Black Arabian. And an hour or two at his private gym.

This morning, he was enjoying the feel of Sinclair in his arms. But he was not enjoying his e******n. He mentally winced.

“Hmmm…Nicholas…” His Sinclair was blissfully dreaming of him. Good. He dreamt of her even if he was awake. His whole body jerked when her soft hand began to stroke his chest down to his washboard abs stopping at the edge of his silk boxers. “Nick.” She breathed on his hot skin.

“Sin, my sweet.” He whispered back. Was she awake? He willed his whole body to relax. Impossible. Too aware of his sweetheart draped on him, on her smooth legs rubbing his calves seeking warmth.

The next thing he felt was her lips then a small lick. He g*****d. “You smell so good, Nicholas.” She murmured sleepily.

“Sin, you have to stop.” Any more of this and his control would snap. He was hanging on by a thread.

Slumberous soft brown eyes looked up at him. Sexy and full of desire. “Why? You don’t like it?” And she nipped his skin while watching his reaction. F**k!

“I love everything you do to me, sweet.” He admitted, his digits combing her silky black hair, gazing down at her intently.

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“Then, let me, please?” She implored. Not waiting for a response, her hot tongue licked his smooth chest down to his abs, followed by sweet k****s.

“F**k, Sin. Do you know what you’re doing?” He stopped her descent momentarily to get his bearings. She hasn’t started yet, and he was already losing his mind.

Biting her lips, unsure, she shook her head. “Teach me?” He g*****d once more. “I want to please you.” Her words fell on the thatch of hair on his defined V. His c**k leaped in response.

“You already do.” Settling his body more comfortably against the ornate headboard, he brought Sinclair up with him. Her thighs spread on either side of his stomach, cupping her nape, he angled his head and devoured her.

His tongue parting her lips, dipping and savoring, tangling and sparring. She m****d her approval of their k**s. It went on and on until they had to separate to breathe. Even then Sinclair was not deterred.

Her swollen lips fell on his neck where she began to suck, leaving her mark. “Let me, please.” She pleaded.

Nicholas nodded. Giving her free reign to his body. He was hers after all.

Breathing heavily, observing his love, his whole body taut with expectation, he watched as Sinclair slowly release his throbbing e******n from his boxers. “Sinclair.” He m****d. Precum seeped from the swollen head.

She licked her lips and held him more firmly. Holding his breath, he watched her head descent then he felt her tongue. Licking. Tasting him. “More?” She uttered. Her silky black hair fell like waterfalls on his exposed skin, heightening his pleasure.

“Yes. Open your mouth and put me in.” Nicholas could barely speak. He had a lot of experience before but no one could compare to Sinclair. Her eagerness despite her innocence was his undoing. Her instinct to please him was an aphrodisiac.

The muscles on his thighs and calves tightened from the restraint he was exerting. He wanted to thrust more of his shaft but he knew he had to let Sinclair explore.

And explore she did. Opening her sweet lips wider, she engulfed his throbbing cockhead gently, sucking then licking the sensitive flesh. “F**k, Sin. So good.”

Nicholas’s voice was guttural and his fingers tangled on her hair, encouraging her to take more. She tried to. His brave sweet girl. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart. You don’t have to take all of my c**k…ahhh…slowly…”

Shit! The feel of her soft hot mouth and her swirling tongue was out of this world. When she came up for air and look up at him, he took another deep shaky breath. “Am I doing it right?” She spread open mouth k****s on the sheening length of him down to his tight balls and her tongue laved the pulsing veins down to his jewels.

“Yes…f**k! Any more and I’ll come.” He ground his words out. He usually had great control but with Sin, all of it went down the drain.

“Then, cum. I want to taste more of you.” And she went back to ministering his erotic fantasy, turning one of his dreams of her a reality. Her dainty lips opened wider and she sank almost every inch of his shaft until his cockhead hit her throat. That is so f*****g good! The last few inches she caressed with her two hands, moving downward to cup his scrotum and massage them gently.

Nicholas arch his back and his hands cupped the back of her head guiding her, showing her how to love him. His pulsing length jabbed in and out of her hot mouth, he felt her gagged yet she didn’t retreat. “F**k! I’m cuming, Sin.” He warned her. She hummed her approval and took more of him down her throat, his balls tightened, and his whole body grew rigid. “F**k!” His juices pulse from him and filled her mouth. Sinclair tried to swallow all but some of his semen coated her lips and neck.

“Too much?” He asked breathlessly. He was still trying to catch his breath. Concerned she might not like it, he swiped his thumb on her lower l*p.

“You taste salty, yet sweet.” She giggled and nipped him. Her hands still stroking his length.

Nicholas chuckled. Glad she was accepting their relationship and initiating intimacy. He had a lot to teach her. In Sinclair, he had the patience and they have their whole lives to explore.

In a swift move, guaranteed to make her squeal, he carried his sweetheart, caveman style to their ensuite bathroom. “Let’s clean you up, my sweet. And let’s see what else I can teach you.”

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“What will they think, Nick?” Nicholas glanced at her. Her hand securely held by him fluttered. “I can’t lose my scholarship.”

“Don’t worry, sweet. I will explain everything to them.” He would need the school board to convene soon, preferably with his allies. Though money was not an issue for him, he knew Sin was a proud woman. She would want to finish her college degree on her terms. He won’t begrudge her of that. But he’d be damn if he would still allow her to work three jobs just to get by. She was his to take care of. All she needed to worry about was to pass all her courses and graduate. And marry. Him. Soon. “First, I will extend my leave of absence. I only went yesterday to check on you. Technically, I am still on leave. Second, I will call for a meeting. Trust me.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, knawed her l*p nervously, and looked away.

Nicholas frowned. “Sweetheart,” and waited for her to look at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Sinclair smiled faintly and squeezed his hand. “I trust you, Nick. It’s just that I’m still afraid.”

They were entering the school campus. At this hour, only a few students milled about. Parking at the designated area for the faculty, he turned off the engine and turned to look at Sinclair. His dark eyes softened. “Concentrate on school, sweet. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll be at my club with my peers until luncheon. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Leaning towards her, he captured her lips for a soft k**s, he m****d when she answered more ardently. Keeping a tight reign on his impulses, he halted and kissed her forehead instead.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” She murmured.

“You’d better be.” He had a lot on his list of things to do today. All for Sinclair and their future.

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