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Lessons (Carl Grimes x Reader - Smut)

WARNINGS: Carl cheating on Enid, Fingering, Oral on both sides, Penetration, Head-pushing, Spelling and Grammar mistakes, Not proof-read

Small Summary: Carl asking reader for advice on how to have sex for the first time for Enid. She does more than give him advice, she shows him.

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You rested your back against the soft fabric couch as you flipped your fingers through a book, your only source of entertainment. Everyone else was asleep but you.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on the door. The house you lived in was one in Alexandria. Carol lived there with you too but tonight she was on watch duty. Opening the door, you saw Carl. His eyes looking down and twiddling with his thumbs.

“Hey Carl, what are you doing up so late?” you wondered as he came in, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something…” he rested his hands down on his lap, not knowing what to do with them due to his nervousness.

“Alright… go ahead, kid,” you were interested. What could he want this late? And why is he so nervous? It caught your attention.

“This might be weird but um… Enid wants to take our relationship to the next level,” he hid his face by looking down at his busted shoes.

“Next level? Like what? You guys gonna get married like Glenn and Maggie,” you got slightly excited to the idea of a new marriage.

“No, well I don’t know… not yet.”

“Ooohh so it’s gonna happen, huh? You sly dog,” you teased him while elbowing his arm.

“No! I mean… we haven’t known each other for long…”

“Neither did Glenn and Maggie but they’re made for each other,” you loved their relationship. You thought it was cute. Calling each other “wife” and “husband” although they weren’t officially married.

“Anyway… she wants to h-have ermm…” he paused, looking at you to try and read your expression. “s-sex,” he whispered.

“Oh. Wow. So what are you doing here for? Go have fun with your lil’ girlfriend,” you pointed out the door.

“About that, I don’t really know… anything about doing uh sex,” he flicked his hat. “I know the basics, like how people like getting umm licked down there and inserting stuff into um places but I want to make sure she has a good time…”

“So you want me to give you advice?”

“Yeah…” You sinked back down into the couch, thinking about it.

“Why’d you come to me to ask about that?” you turned your head to face the blushing boy.

“Well, I know you won’t judge me… and you give good advice.” he started to gain more confidence, knowing that your chill with the idea.

“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain.” You were only a couple years older than Carl. But you had experience. You had multiple boyfriends during the apocalypse. And of course you did it with them. Who doesn’t need a little relief during such a horrible time?

“Please try,” he put a hand on your knee. His eyes full of desperation. You looked at the hand on your knee then back at Carl, realizing his beauty.

“Why don’t me and you… do it then,” the moment you realized the surprise of his expression, you started babbling. “J-Just to teach you! And It’ll be a one time thing! We won’t tell ANYONE,” you flung your hands around.

Carl sat quiet. Looking down at his boots again, thinking about it. He turned his head, looking at you. You stood up straight, nervous for the first time around Carl. “Just… one time,” he folded his fingers to form a one. “ To teach me.”

“Yes! Yes, of course.”

“Okay… yeah. So, what do I do first?” he sat criss-cross on the couch, facing you entirely.

“Well, you kiss her first,” you then took Carl’s hand and put it against your cheek. “You hold her face gently,” you pressed and gently rubbed your cheek against his hand. Carl started to turn red. “Then both of you lean in.”

You and Carl inched closer. Your lips brushing against each other. “Then you press your lips against hers, slowly. Then build up into a deep kiss. Using your tongue gently.” Carl hesitated but you kissed him first. He kissed you back, slowly starting to get into it. You then opened your mouth, sliding your tongue slowly into Carl’s mouth. Your jaw moving in sync with your deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him deeper into your mouth. Carl slowly slid his tongue into your mouth this time.

You moaned into the kiss, pressing your body against his. You took his hands and moved them to your waist.

“Don’t be afraid to touch her… or me,” you separated your lips. Creating distance between the two of you, you moved back and rested your back against the armrest of the couch.

“W-What what are we doing now?” he sat with his hands between his legs like a puppy.

“I’m going to teach you how to undress a woman,” you said before pulling him by his collar so he was between your legs as you sat.

“U-Undress you? I t-think I already know how to undress…”

“Yes, you can undress yourself but what about another person. You know how to undo a bra?” You asked. He shook his head. Carl scooched closer to you with his back straight. “C’mon, undress me.”

“Are you sure… you’re okay with me seeing you with umm no clothes on?” You nodded. “Okay…” he pulled the ends of your shirt. You lifted your arms so it was easier for him to take it off. Lifting the shirt up slowly, he put it gently against the table.

“Now… unclip my bra,” you said as you leaned your torso forward so his head was on your shoulder, looking at your back. “So, you see the clasps? You have to push them together, then push the right strap over the other one.”

Carl stuck his tongue slightly out his lips, trying to get it. “It’s okay if you don’t get it the first time. It was hard for me to do when I got my first bra,” you reassured him.

After a few tries and a little help, he got it unclasped. You held the bra in place, waiting for him to look at you. When he went back to his previous position, you let the bra fall from your shoulders. Carl immediately looked away, nervous. “Hey… Hey. Don’t be nervous. Give me your hand,” he did as you said and put his hand on yours. “Now, it’s okay to look. Just don’t compare mine to Enids. It’s disrespectful.” He nodded as he turned his head to look at your breasts. The red on his face returning. “Make sure you compliment her but you HAVE to mean it.”

“Like… ‘you have nice boobs’?” you chuckled at his response.

“You could say that. But something less… vulgar is better. Like ‘your body is beautiful’” his hand twitched against your grasp. “Are you ready to touch them?” you held his hands, inches away from your chest. “I’ll show you how to massage and treat them,” he nodded. You placed his hand on your breast. “You can squeeze but never to hard,” you took a peak to his groin and noticed his growing bulge. He sinked his fingers into your boob, squeezing them gently. The touch making you squirm. “You can massage them and squeeze their nipples but never too hard,” he gulped before gently kneading your breasts while squeezing your nipple with his other hand.

“Use your mouth.”

“My mouth?!”

“Mhm, you can lick, suck, and bite my nipples. BUT if you’re gonna bite be gentle. VERY gentle. Like a lil’ nibble,” you chuckled. He leaned it slowly as you took his hat and put it aside. He opened his mouth and surrounded your nipple with his lips. He gently nibbled on it, like you said. It sent a jolt down to your pussy.

“Just like that, Carl. You’re doing so good,” you run fingers through his long hair. His cock twitched to your praise. You felt his soft tongue against your nipple as he left kitten licks. As he sucked on your nipple, you were reminded of something.

“Carl,” he looked up at you through his lashes as he continued. “Do you know how to leave a hickey?” He removed his mouth from your chest, the cold breeze making them harder. He shook his head. You pointed to spot, just above your nipple. “Put your mouth here and suck. It’ll leave a bruise but it won’t hurt me. Unless you suck really hard.”

“Why would I leave a bruise on you?” he asked, confused.

“It’s sort of like… marking whats yours. But for now, it’s just for teaching,” he put his lips on the spot you pointed at and sucked. “Not for too long now,” as he finished bruising your skin, he gave it a kiss before stepping back to look at his accomplishment.

“Did… that hurt?” you looked down at your chest and caressed the bruise.

“No, you’re being so gentle with me, Carl,” you brought him closer and kissed him on his cheek. He chuckled quietly.

“One more thing before we get to the actual umm penetration,” Carl was still nervous. He knew what was coming next. “Take of my pants…” Carl blushed extremely but he did as told. He sat back and grabbed the top of your sweats. You lifted your legs up on his shoulders as he took them off. He stared at your panties. At their black lacey trim.

“Do you… always wear underwear like these?” he pulled at his collar.

“They’re cute, right? I’m happy to finally show them to someone,” you giggled. “But you can look at them more when they’re off my body,” you teased. His expression amusing. He put his fingers through the top of your panties this time, seeing his fingers through the lace. He slowly pulled them down.

“Not every vagina looks the same, so don’t be surprised if hers looks different than mine. And again don’t compare,” you reminded. He stared at your pussy, his hands rested on your thighs. You spread your legs, giving him a better view. You spread your lips, putting your finger to your clit.

“This… This is my clit. Some guys aren’t able to find it. But it’s here,” his eye darting to it. You took his hand and looked at his eye. You caressed his fingers before inserting them inside your mouth, his face in shock. His fingers became slick with your saliva as you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, separating them with your tongue. You gave them a kiss before leaving the grasp. “Use these to rub my clit,” you whispered, referring to his fingers. His breath was shaky.

He snaked his hand down to your clit, eyeing it to make sure he was doing it.

“How do I um… rub it?” he asked, his fingers grazing over your sweet spot.

“Okay, so the clit is the sweet spot. It has a lot of nerves. You can rub it a lot of ways. But the common way is in a circular motion,” you sounded like a sex-ed teacher. Carl looked at you then back at your pussy. He leaned in close, so his face was inches from yours but he still had a good view of what he was doing.

He pushed down on your clit, gently. Rubbing it in the motion you described. You sat up straight, the pleasure causing random squirms through out your body. Carl focused his eyes on your face. The redness of your cheek and the pleasure in your eyes. He liked it. He liked making you feel good. Makes him feel accomplished. He slammed his lips against yours. Kissing you on his own. His deep kissing that he learned from you. You whimpered against his lips, his tongue roaming your mouth as he rubbed you in circles faster. He let go, giving you a moment to breathe.

“F-Finger me,” you panted. Carl was excited. He ran fingers through your pussy, finding your hole. He paused for a moment, waiting for your instructions. “Go on, put it in,” he followed. You breathed as his finger hits your depths. “Y-You feel that soft part of flesh towards my pussy?” Carl nudged his finger against it, making you to let out a small moan. “That’s the g-spot. It’s also a sweet spot. Keep pushing your finger against it.”

He repeatedly kept hitting your g-spot. You moaned harder than before. Your breath repeatedly going in and out with whimpers. “Fuck… Carl,” you rubbed his cheek. He kissed your palm as you slowly pushed your head back. He pushed his palm against your clit, the rhythm of his fingers moving with his palm. You flung your head back to place. “W-What are you doing?” you breathed between words.

“It doesn’t feel good?” he paused for a moment. You put your hand on his wrist.

“No, keep going… I just didn’t expect that,” you bit your lip, desperate for his touch. “But I still have another thing to show you,” you grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down so he was laying face to face with your vagina.

You spread your lips again. “I want you to suck it… like you did with my tits,” you demanded as you squeezed one of your breasts.

“H-How?” he took in the sight of how wet you were, seeping down your thighs.

“Lick and suck my clit.”

He breathed against your clit before making contact with his mouth. When you felt his slimy hot tongue rub against your clit as he sucked, you held on to the headrest of the couch. He flicks his tongue up and down while gripping your thighs.

“God, Carl. Enid’s one lucky girl,” you put your hand to the back of his head. He wasn’t thinking of Enid until you reminded him. He was just thinking of you. Making you feel good. He wondered why he didn’t come to you sooner.

He continued to fuck you with his tongue, his eye focused on yours. You thrust your hips against his mouth. He put his mouth, focused on your clit. Sucking and licking over your folds. Your moans were getting louder. You squeezed his head with your thighs as you gripped his hair, making it messy. Carl brought both of his hands under your thighs so he could lick you deeply, pushing your pussy against his mouth. Your face was red and sweaty with your mouth gaping open, letting out every huff. Carl closed his eyes, passionately making out with your pussy as he slowly grinded his hips against the cushion below him, trying to get his hard-on to calm down.

You whimpered in confused when he stopped. “What… what’s wrong?” Carl got up and kissed you. You could taste yourself through his lips.

“Please help me with this,” he pleaded as he gripped his bulge. You blushed profusely. You pushed a flat palm on his chest causing him to fall back on the couch.

“Alright, let’s focus on you,” you smirked as you sat him up to remove his plaid jacket. His body was warm. You pulled off his white shirt after. He shivered under the sudden coldness but as you pressed your naked body against his, kissing him, he managed to get warmer. You placed your hand on his chest. You finished the kiss, trailing your kisses from his neck, torso, and now v-line.

You gripped the sides of his torso as you rubbed your face against his bulge. You took off his pants, gripping his boxers at the same time so they came off together.

When you saw his cock, you were a bit in shock. You haven’t seen a dick in a while and seeing Carls sent electricity through you. You pressed your lips against it as it rested towards your face. Carl let out a shaky breath. You stuck out your tongue, leaving kitten licks on his shaft.

Kissing the tip of his cock, you licked away his precum before putting your whole mouth on his dick. Your tongue licking his tip while you sucked. His cock was swollen against your mouth. Carl moaned, his hand moving to grip your hair gently. You sucked his cock deeper, nearly feeling his balls against your chin. You bobbed your head up and down when suddenly his grip tightened and he took control of your pace. He pushed your head all the way deep, hitting the back of your throat. You flung back, coughing slightly.

“Listen, be careful with your headpushes. Some girls don’t fuck with it,” you warned before going down on him again.

“Do you?” he asked, his breath hitching. You giggled while his cock was in your mouth.

“Mhmm,” you cooed. Carl sat up and started gently rubbing your head. As you bobbed your head up and down, Carl shoved your head deeper into his dick. He caught you by surprise and that made you gag and cough even more than expected. He head-pushed you as a furious pace, your throat being abused. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You closed an eye to fixate on Carl. His head back and his growls loud. He looked at your face as he put his head back in place. He fastened his pace. You felt his dick squirm under your mouth. So you used your strength to push down on his thighs and release your mouth from him.

You sat up, coughing and gagging. “Jesus Carl,” you wiped your mouth with your arm.

“Huh… what?” He was confused that he didn’t reach his high. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry,” he was concerned.

“No, you did nothing wrong,” you licked your lips, savoring his taste. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” you got him laying back down on the sofa.

You crawled over him and laid down on his chest. “This is the best part,” you whispered into his ear. You kissed him, “For you and me.” You got up and hovered over his cock. Carl used his hands to carefully align his dick to your entrance. “Are you ready?” Carl nodded. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You slowly fell down on his cock. Moans and long shivering breathes escaping. Once you got all the way down to his balls, you felt his tip kissing your cervix.

“Mm~ Carl… how do you feel?” you laid your torso down on his chest, your faces inches closer.

“Ah~ You feel so good. Your pussy is so soft and warm,” he groaned as you lifted your hips up and down on him. You kissed him intensely as your moans vibrated through him. Carl used his hands to guide your hips as you rode him. You let go of his lips, moving them to his neck. Kissing and licking it as his head rested against yours. You moved your hips faster, his moans uncontrollable.

“Oh, Carl. Thank you for letting me be your teacher,” you put your torso up, his eyes scanning every part of your body. You pressed your hand on his chest for better balance. You slanted your inner eyebrows, going faster as the room was full of the sound of skin slapping.

Carl groped your tit as you grinded your hips. You felt the pressure of his dick on your g-spot and cervix. You moaned his name which caused him to push your hips faster and deeper into him. His growls running through your ears.

All the grinding and friction of the back of his head caused his eye bandage to come loose and slip off his face. When you looked at his face and realized what happened, you slowly stopped bouncing.

He felt the breeze coming on his wounded eye socket and covered his eye. “Shit! I-I’m sorry… you’re probably all freaked out now,” he worried insecurely.

You smiled as you leaned down and placed multiple kisses around his wound. He was stunned. “You’re so cute, Carl,” you snickered.

“Y-You’re not… grossed out?”

“This wound is just a part of you. You’re beautiful no matter what, no wound will change that.” You smiled as you continued to bounce your hips at the same fast pace. Carl was bashful towards your words. You made him feel loved and confident. You were back to making out, spit surrounding your mouths. Your faces full of enjoyment. Both of you could feel the breaths of your moans.

You felt the skin above his dick, pressing against your clit.

“I-I’m gonna-“ you put a finger to his lips. You’re face messy in front of him.

“Do it inside me,” you moaned. You wanted to feel the warm slimy fluid in you. You grinded faster, burying your head in his chest. Your drool all over his skin.

Carl wrapped his arms tightly around your back, keeping you in place as he thrusted fast and hard into you. His groans getting wilder.

You both let out a scream as he released in you. His thrusts slowing down then fastening again. Your legs quivered. His cum poured out of you and splattered over his thighs.

You let out one final shaky breath, giving him a peck. Carl raised his back, still huffing. You were on his lap.

“That’s the end of our lesson,” you whispered seductively. You sat up carefully, cum all over the sofa. Carl grabbed his bandage but you grabbed his wrist before he could wrap it around his eye. You placed another small peck under it then one more on his lips.

“Don’t forget what I said about your eye,” you smiled before putting your cute underwear back on along with your shirt followed by your pants. Carl did the same.

“Thank you… for tonight,” Carl blushed. You smiled.

“You’re more than ready to go fuck your girlfriend now,” you giggled. Carl averted his eyes.

“Do you think… maybe we can do this again?” he asked, twiddling with his fingers again. Your eyes widened, surprised that he’d want to go to you again.

“Hmm, what about Enid?” you wondered. “You should go to her. She’ll be wondering where you are,” you avoided the question. Carl frowned. “Just… try it with Enid,” you put a hand on his chest. “And trust me, I had a great time,” you carefully put your hands under his shirt and wrapped them around his body.

“You should go… before Carol comes back,” you advised while the birds started to chirp. Carl agreed and stepped a foot out your door frame. You stood in front of it. Carl looked at you before giving you a goodbye kiss then he started walking. You closed the door and immediately started wiping down the leftover sperm from the couch. You kept reminding yourself to get a morning after pill as fast as you could.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 months

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Lessons

Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting will be blocked.

Length: 5.3K

Notes: This is just smut ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Friends to lovers; married reader; reader isn't a virgin, but is relatively inexperienced; pining; grinding; fingering; oral sex (male receiving); vaginal sex; creampie

Summary: You were his oldest and dearest friend. He would help you where he could, but he had never expected a request like this.

Your rushed plea was still swirling around in his mind: “I need you to teach me to please a man.”

George wasn’t sure what to address first: your request, your nerves, or the overwhelming urge to give your husband a solid thumping.

He didn’t move for a few moments, either, allowing his gaze to lower to his desk as he considered it. He could see you fidgeting just on the edge of his periphery, and he knew that you were likely growing more and more nervous in the silence—but it wasn’t a question that he could answer quickly, even if his acquiescence sat readily on his tongue. You were his oldest and dearest friend. He would help you where he could, but he had never expected a request like this.

Your rushed plea was still swirling around in his mind: “I need you to teach me to please a man.”

Your reasons had followed before he could question your first utterance: your husband showed you little affection, rare interest, and your scant physical encounters had been brief, uncomfortable, and fruitless. George had heard more than enough about your husband at his club, and knew that the man was frequently in the company of New York’s demimondaines. He was beneath you, morally and emotionally. What sort of a man left a jewel like you home alone to dally with prostitutes?

“I should never have come.” Your sudden and weak insistence was chased with, “Pardon me, Mr. Russell.”

He could hardly remember the last time he had been Mr. Russell to you in private. He heard the swish of your skirts and click of your heels, and was up and out of his seat in a second, just behind you as your hand rested on the doorknob. He pressed his palm to the wood, stilling the two of you. He drew in a deep breath, catching on the scent of the rose and carnation perfume that you always spritzed over your hair.

“I haven’t given you my answer,” He reminded you.

“Your silence was answer enough.”

George sighed, resting his hand on your hip and using it to turn you to face him. You slouched dejectedly against the door, putting as much space between the two of you as you possibly could.

“I was considering your request. You know me,” George dipped his head into your field of vision, frown deepening as you averted your gaze over his shoulder. “And you know that this is not a question that can be answered lightly.”

“...I know.”

“If it were to get out that you asked me at all—”

“Do you think I haven’t considered that?” You snapped. George didn’t recoil as your eyes met his again, though he was stunned by the ice in your eyes. He could see now that you had considered it. Your embarrassment was all over your face, but George could see your hands balling into fists, your nerves turning to anger. At whom? Yourself, George, or that miserable lump of flesh that you called a husband?

“And you’re willing to risk it?” He asked.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Servants talk.”

“Then we wouldn’t go to my home. Or yours.”

“Where, then?”

You glanced doggedly around George’s office, and a prickle of irritation rose.

“This is my place of business.”

“I know that. And that is why it’s the least suspicious. No one would lend credence to a titan of industry using his office for a…Dalliance of sorts.”

You were trying to flatter him, and he was ashamed to say that it was almost working.

“And when would this happen, exactly?”

“Tonight?”

So soon. As certain as George was that he would give in to you, he hadn’t expected you to demand satisfaction so quickly.

“And if I had plans?”

“You don’t.”

There was the flair of flirty impertinence that he’d always loved about you. He’d seen it dimmed and quieted since your marriage, and been afraid that it would never return. As it was, he was glad to inspire it at all, and wary to refuse, lest you quiet it again.

George raised his hands to rest on your shoulders, steadying you both. He gave you a gentle squeeze when you didn’t immediately meet his eye, and waited for you to look at him properly.

“You’re certain that this is the best course of action?”

“It is the only course of action.”

“When does your husband return?”

“At the end of the week.”

George’s thumbs swept over your shoulders as he parsed the best course of action. He could have Clay clear the office for the evening, ensure that no one returns until the morning…but there was still too much of a chance that you could be seen—or heard.

“...Go home,” He counseled, “And pack a bag for the night. I’ll send a train ticket.”

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“George.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but I need to know what to pack.”

“We won’t go far…And you won’t need much clothing.” A devilish, warm smile curled George’s lips as you reached up, gently whacking his arm.

“Go on,” He urged, letting go of you.

“We’ll take care of this tonight?” “Why must it be tonight?” When you didn’t answer, George sighed. “We will. You have my word.”

You nodded, darting in to kiss his cheek before pulling away and hurrying out of the office.

—

George didn’t try to stop you as you left, and you didn’t turn back to see if he was watching you leave. As you hurried down the stairs to the street, your lips tingled with the brush of George’s beard against your lips. You needed to go home, pack quickly…You surely couldn’t bring your ladies maid, Ann, with you, wherever you were going.

You climbed into your carriage, knocking lightly on the ceiling and settling back as it jolted forward.

Servants talk.

George made a good point. For as much allegiance as your house staff had to you, your husband’s name was on their checks, not yours. It would look suspicious if you didn't bring Ann, and more suspicious still if you brought her and put her up in an inn alone somewhere—wherever you were going.

Where were you going?

George had told you that it wouldn’t be far. Somewhere just outside the city, perhaps? What could he be planning? He surely wouldn’t take you all the way out there just to change his mind and humiliate you.

You leaned back in your seat, drawing in a deep, steadying breath as nerves buzzed through your body like bees. It had to happen tonight. You were certain you would lose your nerve, otherwise. You could hardly believe that you had managed to ask him at all—but you knew that it was what you had to do. Your husband had divorced two women before you for failing to give him children. You couldn’t be a third. Your life depended on wooing your husband to bed and giving him a child. What you had tried so far hadn’t worked. You were desperate to take charge, and there was only one person in your life that you knew you could trust with such a delicate matter.

For as much as you trusted and cared for him, going to George had been no easy feat. He had been wholeheartedly against your marriage, but had sworn his support when you’d been determined in your choice. You were certain that when you told him you’d accepted your husband’s proposal, he couldn’t know that you would one day ask him such a favor.

You looked up at your home as the carriage pulled up.

You would bring Ann, you decided. You would get her a room of her own, tell her that you had a migraine and that you didn’t want to be disturbed.

—

The town was quaint, quiet, and so obscure that you’d never heard of it before. The inn that George had chosen to stay was only a few blocks away from where he’d made arrangements for you and Ann. He had chosen well—her room was practically palatial. You’d left her in the middle of her dinner, and you felt a guilty for tempting her with the promise of a good meal, a delicious dessert, and a night off in a comfortable bed. She’d tried to insist on coming with you twice, but relented when you insisted that you could very well manage your migraine on your own—you just needed rest.

Clay had shown you to George’s room right away. He hadn’t given you a wink, any hint of knowledge or teasing. He’d simply shown you in, told you that Mr. Russell would be with you shortly, and left. The room was nice. There was a small high-backed loveseat close to the fire, and a large, plush bed (which you had made every effort not to look at since you'd entered).

It was a little chilly, but that surely had more to do with the fact that you had arrived with nothing beneath your cloak but your nightgown and satin robe, your hood raised to hide your face from any locals that spotted you on the way in. The night clothes had been made for your wedding night, but never seen by your husband, as he'd refused to leave the reception and join you in bed.

You shifted on the loveseat, eyeing the fire as you curled and uncurled your toes in your slippers. What could be keeping him?

Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard the door open. You whirled around, half-rising from your seat. George took a step inside, closing the door behind himself. He waved for you to sit, and you nervously lowered yourself back down. He was similarly attired in a pale gold robe, his crisp white pajamas winking at you from beneath it as he grew closer. You forced yourself not to track his movements as he neared the loveseat.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Please,” You nodded. You waited patiently as he poured some wine for the both of you, taking it with a murmur of thanks as he offered it. He’d hardly had a chance to sit before you’d raised the glass to your lips and drained it. You winced slightly at the bitter tang as you lowered it, holding it out to George. You fought back a swell of nerves as he slowly lowered his glass, eyeing yours.

“...We won’t go on like that,” He warned.

“I was simply—”

George silenced you with a look as he took the glass from your hand.

“If that is how you intend this evening to be, we’ll stop now.”

You pursed your lips in irritation, leaning away as his chastisement settled over you.

“Don't give me that look.”

“Don't treat me like a child, George.”

He set your glasses aside, shifting closer.

“I want to help you, dearheart, but we must set terms.”

“Such as?”

“That we go into this without muddled minds, for one.”

“I would not have been muddled after two glasses of wine,” You grumbled.

“I’m glad to hear it.” George reached out, sweeping his fingers along your jaw. “How else shall you remember what I teach you?”

Your skin tingled with his touch, nerves sending the butterflies in your stomach whirling. You would have to rid yourself of that, and soon.

“Is that your only qualification?”

George’s head cocked to the side like a confused pup.

“You haven’t any?”

“I do not, but even if I did, I wouldn’t feel right imposing them after you agreed to such an outlandish request.”

He frowned, and you felt yourself wanting to shrink between the couch cushions.

“On the contrary,” He insisted. “While I may not have initially agreed with your…Method, I understand your concern. I want you to leave this room with whatever it is you want, and whatever it is that I can give you.”

“Is that one of your terms, too?”

“It is.”

“I agree to it. Anything else?”

“One more thing.” George took hold of one of your hands in both of his. “If we begin to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or if you change your mind altogether, you’ll tell me.”

You mulled it over. You were certain that nothing would steer you from this current course, save your husband storming into the room and declaring that he wanted a divorce there and then. But at the sight of George's kind concern, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or mock his request. You knew that it was logical, and that George had the cooler head between the two of you, given the circumstances.

“Alright,” You nodded. George smiled, dipping his head to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You pulled in a soft, surprised breath as he turned your hand in his grip, brushing another sweet kiss across your wrist.

“Well,” You swallowed thickly as the caress swept further up the inside of your arm, “Where shall we begin?”

“I think…” George lifted his head, lips brushing along the line of your jaw, “That a kiss would be an excellent place to start.”

“I’m familiar enough with that.” Your eyelids fluttered as George nosed gently against the apple of your cheek. You bit your lip, tipping your head to rest your forehead against his. His gaze tracked the shift, and he raised his hand, gently loosening the lip from your teeth, tracing along the swell. The urge to take his thumb into your mouth arose, and you fisted your fingers in the fabric of your robe, nails digging into your palms through the slip of satin.

“Show me?” He requested.

Show him. Did he not believe you? You tipped your chin, kissing him with a defiant firmness. Before you could lean away, ask him if you’d shown him enough, George cradled your cheek, keeping you close. His lips slipped against yours with unhurried gentleness.

For as educational as this was meant to be, you let yourself lean into him and just...savor. How long had you dreamt about this, with this very man? You had forced yourself to ignore your romantic interest in George early in your friendship, when you'd been certain that all he would ever care for was building his business, his empire, his legacy. Your family had been in dire straits, and you'd been forced to make a choice that benefited them, and damned your heart.

Now, being drawn into George's arms and kissed and cradled so sweetly made you want to cry. You hardly received any affection from your husband besides the odd peck on the cheek to keep up appearances among your peers. You had married for security, not love, and you regretted that every day.

Now, you were taking further drastic measures for safety, and you forced yourself to remember that as George curled his arm around your waist and drew you closer. He tugged you into his lap, and you settled on his thigh hesitantly. George gave you another kiss before you could second-guess yourself, teasing his tongue against your lips. You parted them, sighing as his tongue swept into your mouth. You shifted against him, stilling as you felt a stirring of feeling at the apex of your thighs.

You could hardly focus between the way George's kisses consumed you; the slide of his hands gently smoothing your robe off of your shoulders prompted you to let go of him long enough to shake it off. You hardly had a chance to notice the chill of the room as George's hands swept warmly over your bare arms. His hands smoothed broadly over your shoulders and down your back, and as you leaned into his hands, your core brushed against his thigh again. It sent a pulse through you, and you broke your kiss with a soft gasp, your brows furrowing.

You became more acutely aware of the way your heart was pounding in your chest, and tingle of your nipples hardening, surely growing visible beneath the sheer fabric of the nightgown. You looked at George for some understanding, some explanation, but he just slid his hands further down, grasping your hips and spurring you on. You shivered at the warring sensations: the urge to hide as George watched you, and the intrigue of the new feeling. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, resolutely avoiding George's gaze as you let him guide you against the soft fabric of his pants. George's lips were trailing and sucking kisses along the line of your throat within seconds, his chest brushing against yours.

You bit your lip to quell a moan as your nipples brushed against the fabric of your clothes, and the hard expanse of his muscled chest. You felt George undo the laces at the front of your nightgown, tugging it down and exposing your chest. Your hips twitched at the roughness of his beard brushing along your clavicle. A kiss followed there, chased by the feeling of him turning his head and brushing his lips against one of your breasts. You were certain it wouldn't go on, certain that nothing he was doing would be pleasurable for a man—but his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, drawing it into his mouth as your thigh shifted around his.

You pulled in a stunned breath at the swell of his length hardening against you. He hummed in encouragement, the vibration making you tingle. Your hand seemed to lift on its own, sliding them into his neat, dark curls—as if you needed to keep him close, as if you needed to urge him on. He turned his attention to the other breast, his grip on your waist drawing you more tightly against your thigh as your hips rolled in small circles. You felt so slick and needy, a coil in your belly tightening as you chased the feeling.

"George," You warned, "I'm—Oh, god, I don't know what it is, I—"

"I know," He soothed, tipping his head up again, "It's alright."

"But you—"

"Chase it," He urged, and you gasped as you felt him tensing and pressing his thigh up against you. Your mouth fell open, unable to stop the stuttered, embarrassed moan that left you as you coil seemed to snap, sending your hips bounding down against him. Your entire body moved with it as wave after wave of sensation wracked through you. You finally came to a stop as you became more sensitive, pulling in greedy breaths as George dotted kisses along your heated neck.

"George," You mumbled. "How...How precisely does that aid me in my task?"

"If you are to give your husband pleasure, you must know where to seek yours," He murmured. You rested your head against his.

"I'm not sure that that is what he wants for me."

"It is what any good husband should want for his wife."

"It is what you would want for yours?"

"Yes."

"And it...Is something that you enjoyed?"

George chuckled softly, taking one of your hands in his and lowering them to his lap. You gasped at the warmth beneath the fabric, his length twitching beneath your palm.

"What do you feel?"

You swallowed thickly, hesitantly giving his cock a gentle squeeze, and reveling in his throaty groan.

"You," You breathed. "I feel you."

He wouldn't have you on your knees, despite the fact that you had begun to lower yourself to the floor. He wouldn't hear of it—especially not of the way that you'd heard your husband discuss a similar dalliance with a friend of his when you'd eavesdropped on them just a month ago. George had instead guided you to the bed and directed you to lay down as he undressed.

You didn't bother shying from watching him. You may as well let yourself look, to have something to think of when you were with your husband. Your gaze swept across his broad chest, his thick arms, down his waist to...Your tongue swept across your lips as your mouth grew dry, watching his hard cock bob between his thighs. He climbed into bed beside you, laying on his back and beckoning you closer.

You shifted against his chest. He took hold of your hand again, drawing it down to his length. He was far bigger than your husband—thicker and longer. You trailed your finger hesitantly along the side of his cock. You watched George take himself in hand, grasping his foreskin and drawing it down. You shifted against him, sitting up a little to get a better look at the flushed head. You trailed your finger over the head, tracking through the bead of pearly fluid there. You glanced back at George for approval before turning back to his cock.

"You've seen your husband's, haven't you?" He asked.

"The room is usually dark."

George hummed, letting go of himself as you wrapped your fingers around him. You mimicked his movement, sliding the foreskin up and down again. You leaned closer, unable to help your curiosity, and swept your tongue across the head. He grunted softly, and when you looked at him again, expecting a warning, he nodded, murmuring, "Go on."

You shifted, laying with your head by his hips and your feet by the headboard before lapping at his cock again. You took his head into your mouth curiously, giving his head a suck. George hissed softly, and you began to recoil, certain that you'd done something wrong.

"Keep going," He urged, wrapping his hand around yours again and guiding it over his length. You could hear his moans growing more strained as you worked his length and head in tandem, stroking steadily as you swirled your tongue along the head of his cock. He sighed as his hand fell away from yours, instead raising to rest on the nape of your neck.

"That's very good," He insisted, hips pushing up subtly into each down stroke. You could feel the tingling sensation between your thighs again, and you squeezed them together, humming gently around him as you reveled in the dull throb.

"Take in a little more...Just like that," He groaned, the low drawl of it pulsing through you. You took more of George into your mouth, laving him with your tongue as you drew your head up. You sucked at the head, drawing off of him as you felt George shift. He smoothed his hand beneath your nightgown, fingers skimming between your thighs.

"Is this alright?" He murmured. You considered for a moment before you spread your thighs just a bit more. George smiled, smoothing his thumb along your slick folds. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to the side of his length. You began to lean up again, but went still as he carefully eased one of his thick fingers into you. Your hips shifted down toward him as you continued to stroke him. He eased his finger in and out at the same speed, letting you adjust before he pressed in another.

You turned your head into the muscle of his thigh, trying to hide a whine against his skin, as if you could hide the sound from him. He hummed gently in turn, thumb sweeping across the sensitive bundle of nerves. The tantalizing tingling that you'd felt on the couch swept through you again, and you lifted your head in shock, only to be greeted by George's self-satisfied smile. He curled and scissored his fingers, making your thighs twitch around his arm.

Maybe he could see the tense pull of your thighs, hear the way your toes were curling against the sheets by his head. Maybe he simply knew you well enough to know that you were doing your damndest to fight off another wave of whimpers as they bubbled up in you. He gently drew his fingers back, patting the inside of your thigh gently.

"Here," He urged, curling his hand around yours and leading you back toward the pillows. You pouted.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, dearheart." He grasped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. "But I think it's time that we moved on to your next lesson."

"Oh?" You shifted against him. "What is it?"

George's cock nudging against your core made you shiver, your fingers curling in the sheets. It was daunting enough to have fully stripped out of your nightgown, to be bared to this man in a room where he could fully see you, but to feel him like this was nerve wracking.

“I’m as familiar with this as I am with a kiss,” You warned. George smiled, bracing his hands on either side of your head.

“We’re here to make it better, aren’t we?”

You nodded, warily watching George adjust to prop your hips up with his thighs. His smile wilted a little as he smoothed his hands over your waist.

“He’s taken you this way before, hasn’t he?”

You shook your head, and George’s gentle smugness melted to confusion.

“From—from behind,” You clarified with a mumble. His lips pursed into a flat line before he gently patted your hip, turning you over onto your belly. You went as you were urged, relieved to hide some of your lingering nerves and embarrassment.

“This way?” He asked.

“Mhm.”

You felt George shift back, and you immediately mourned the lack of heat from his body. He slid his arm around your middle, urging you up with a murmur of, “Get onto your hands and knees.”

You did as you were told, shivering as he brushed against you again. You opened your mouth to apologize, but your jaw dropped as George pressed into you. Your fingers curled in the sheets, a shuddering breath dropping from your lips as he stretched you. You couldn’t help the way that you pulsed around him; your arms tensed, fighting to hold yourself up when you simply wanted to lay flat and take.

But George grasped your hips again, giving them a gentle squeeze as he drew his hips back until you were clenching around the tip.

“Push back,” He urged. Your face went hotter with embarrassment and want. For a few moments, you couldn’t move—it felt so surreal, so filthy. George’s hand smoothed up your spine, and you arched up into the touch like a kitten welcoming a stroke.

“Do you want to stop?”

You could. You knew that George would let you retreat, whatever that may look like—settling down and taking a break; cuddling up and helping him finish off; hurriedly dressing and darting from his room, with Clay trailing you back to your hotel, or getting you a cab to ensure that you made it back to your inn safely.

But for as embarrassed as you felt, your growing want for George’s touch won out. You shook your head as you ground back against him. You heard George’s breath hitch as your cunt greedily pulsed around him. His hands settled on your hips, fingers flexing in your skin as he gently guided your movements. You bit your lip to hold back a whine as you adjusted to the stretch of him.

“Roll your hips, a little.” He used his grip to guide you. It felt stilted and awkward at first, but after a few passes, you felt yourself getting the hang of it. George’s hands fell away as he urged, “Keep going.”

You shifted your position carefully, widening your stance to find better purchase. You could just imagine George’s view—the sight of you wantonly arching back against him, your hands fisted in the sheets—

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to banish the idea from your mind. It didn’t matter. You had to focus on the task at hand—commit the movements to memory—the movement, not the comfort, or the sound, or the affection that George offered you. You gasped softly as you felt him curl over you, brushing tender kisses along your spine, as his cock grinding even deeper still. Your mouth fell open with an embarrassed moan, unable to hold it back. You were certain that he would admonish you for how loud you were, but he pressed even closer, curling his arm around your shoulders and plastering his chest against your back. Your arms shook as you fought to chase George’s cock and hold yourself and your pace consistently.

“Lay down,” He urged. You let your arms give it, giving a relieved groan as George remained flush against you. His hands smoothed over your arms, over your forearms to grasp your hands, intertwining your fingers. His thrusts slowed to a devastating grind, his breath panting hot against your skin. You began to push back against him, but he tutted softly, shaking his head as he pulled out.

"Enough.”

You went still, heart leaping into your throat. Had you done something wrong—?

George wormed his hand beneath you, turning you onto your back. You hardly had a chance to reposition your legs before he curled over you again, grasping your thigh and drawing it up around his hip. The swift, filling press of his cock made your jaw drop in surprise as his body pressed flush against yours. Your hands flew up to grasp his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there as he began to thrust and roll his hips. George pressed his face into his neck, a moan rumbling against your skin.

“Like this,” He murmured, “He should take you like this.”

His beard scraped against your jaw as he lifted his head, catching your lips in a heated kiss. You wound a hand into his dark curls, surrendering to the heat and press of his body against yours. You could feel the stirring sensation in your belly again, and your hips ground up against George’s, unabashedly chasing the feeling. You broke the kiss, tipping your head back against the pillows as his kisses trailed lower, brushing across the tops of your breasts. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, delicately teasing it with his teeth before drawing back with a slick suck. His pace slowed as you cupped your cheeks, thumbs sweeping along the apples.

“Look at me,” He ordered. You peered up at him blearily, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and kiss-bruised mouth. Your lashes fluttered as he ground deeper, your eyes beginning to close as the coil in your belly wound deeper, but George gave your cheeks and gentle squeeze.

“Don’t close your eyes, darling.”

You moaned, twining your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“George,” You breathed, “I—I feel it again.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Are you—?”

“I feel it, too.”

It was a relief to hear—and it made you feel powerful in a way that you’d never felt before. George had given you so much pleasure, but as he held your gaze, you could see him beginning to flag and falter—because of you. You slid your legs over his, squeezing his hips with your knees as you surrendered to his pace. You didn’t bother to hide your moan this time, his name falling from your lips in two broken sounds.

You just caught sight of George’s sweet lashes fluttering as you felt the hot spill of his seed. His hips stuttered, then slowed before finally stilling. You shivered as he drew back, his flagging cock slipping from you as he settled down beside you, gently drawing the covers up to your neck. You let your eyes slide closed, drawing in steadying breaths as you settled. You could feel the heat of him dropping away, hear the rustle of sheets as he shifted.

“Are you alright?” George murmured.

“Yes…Are you?”

“Of course.”

“Mm.”

“Would you like to return to your room?”

You considered for a few moments. The return ticket that George had arranged was for the next afternoon. You had already crossed so many lines—and you were tempted to cross a few more.

“...No,” You finally admitted. You closed your eyes, blindly rolling over and curling into George’s side. You felt his arm lift and wrap around you automatically, keeping you close. You let your hand settle over the firm thud of his heart, thumb sweeping across his dark chest hair. “Do you want me to return to my room?”

“Not a bit.”

You grinned, nuzzling against his chest as his grip tightened on you.

“Could we review our lessons tomorrow?”

“Twice, if you like.”

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