Equation for Love Sutherland, Fae (learn to read activity book TXT) 📖

Skye's side and tugged him closer. And since he was so close anyway, it was just a breath of a motion to close his mouthonone ofthe other man's tight, duskynipples.

He might as well have stuck a poker in Skye's side, the way he reacted. The man hissed and arched, his hands coming up to clutch at Liam's shoulders. Liam eased off just enough not to overwhelmhim, tongue still sweeping slow, gentle circles around the puckered, damp peak.

"How does that feel?"he asked.

Skye's eyes were wide, seeming bigger than before now minus his glasses. "Veryintense. Is that normal?"

Liam smiled. A nervous client, he was used to. He skimmed one hand up and down Skye's side in a soothing manner. "For a man who's anything but, you seem awfully concerned with normal, Skye. If it feels good and feels natural, then it's all right. It's a good thing. Normal is all in the perspective." He flicked his tongue. "Well? How does it feel?"

Skye nodded, breath quick and shallow. "Very good. I'd like it ifyoudid it again. More, I mean."

Liam obeyed, this time shifting over to the other nipple and, in the same movement, over Skye, straddling his lean hips before closing his mouth on the other nipple.

"Oh my..."Skye arched again, mouth opening as he tilted his head back and then looked down. "Are yours sensitive like that? Mine seemverysensitive."

Without waiting for an answer, Skye gave Liam's chest a light shove and the next thing he knew their positions were reversed and those kiss-swollen pink lips were working experimental magic on his chest. All the while, black-as-night eyes peered up at him, gauging his response, probably putting it into some complicated equation that would determine whether or not the sex was a success.

The next lesson was definitely going to be about shutting off--or at least muffling--the analytical observer in Skye's mind. For the moment, however, Liamwas a little busyhavinghis mind blownbya virginwho'd never so much as kissed anyone before the last fifteen minutes. God help themboth.

Liam hissed and arched, which made Skye lift his head and smile. It changed his whole face, giving him a boyish, charming appeal far different from the intense, intelligent appealfroma second ago.

"So it is normal. Good." Looking pleased with his discovery, Skye pushed upright, straddling Liam's hips. "This feels natural. Like this. Canwe do it this way?"

Liam almost choked, swallowing hard instead. "You...youwant to ride me?"

Skye nodded, shifting his hips experimentally and nearly giving Liama heart attack in the process. "I think so. Yousaid what feels right, natural, remember?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I think there's a lot more to you than meets the eye, professor." Liam had gotten very good at reading people, and Skye was an open book. "Topping from the bottom seems just your style." A man that smart probably felt like he ought to be running the show at all times... Liamwondered how Skye would react to havingthe reins yanked right out of his hands.

Skye tilted his head. "What does that mean?"

"It means you want to be in control, even though youdon't want to do the fucking."

Skye blinked, and once again Liam could see his mind working. "Huh. You're right. I don't want to penetrate you. How did youknow?"

Liam shrugged, hands settling on Skye's lean hips. "You can just tell sometimes. I mean, not always; there are always those guys who surprise you, but most ofthe time it's pretty obvious after a little bit of messing around. Sometimes it doesn't even take messing around...youjust know."

Skye rocked his hips a little, lips curving when Liam groaned. "Then you could tell about me right away or did the...messingaround give it away?"

Liam shook his head. "I could tell. The minute you opened that door, I knew."

Skye glanced down at his hands on Liam's chest, and Liam's pulse ratcheted up again as those soft, pale hands moved over his skin slowly, exploring. "What would you have done if you were wrong?" Their eyes met. "What ifI'd wanted to...to fuck you?"

"Well, there is that old saying 'The customer is always right,'"he teased.

Skye blinked, then lifted one brow. "Really? You don't...have a preference?"

Liam slid his hands up Skye's back, drawing him down against his chest. "What I want right now is to make youfeelgood. That's mypreference."

Skye's gaze flicked to the nightstand again, and Liam followed the look to where the condoms and a bottle of lube sat. Skye shifted a little, and Liam could feelhis cock hard betweenthem.

"Maybe I should make something clear, since you seema little distracted."Liamlifted his head and rubbed a light kiss against Skye's mouth.

"Hmm?"Skye asked, breathcatching.

"No one is fuckinganyone tonight."

As expected, that got a distinct reaction as Skye's heavy, dark brows knit and he pushed up onto his hands to peer down at Liam. "Excuse me? I thought we were..."

Liam shook his head. "I'm the teacher, aren't I? You seemed very sure I ought to plan your lessons and youwanted me to teachyou...hands on, yousaid?"

Skye pushed up to sit astride Liam's hips with an indignant, befuddled expression on his face. "But...wait. Are you scamming me or something? Because I warn you, I am not going to be taken for a ride." He didn't seem to catch the amusement factor in his protest and his positioncurrentlyastride Liam's hips.

Liam chuckled, pushing up onto his elbows, one hand resting on Skye's thigh. "I don't think there was any way to misinterpret what I said, professor. No one's gettingfucked. Not me, not you."

"W-Why?"

Liam sat up, sliding his arm around the other man's waist and bending to nuzzle his neck at the warm juncture where collarbone met shoulder. "Because there's way more to learn