We stare at each other for a bit before I pull my shirt over my head. My breasts point at him, my nipples stand at attention but I make no move to touch him, neither does he try to touch me. I bite my lips and wait. Whatever happens next is up to him, he’s the teacher and I am the willing student.

Brandon’s finger circles my nipples, a hiss bubbles up to my throat, spilling from my lips when he pinches them. His mouth closes over one of my breasts, my head falls back and my fingers dig into his shoulders as he bites hard on my nipples while...