Tip Nine; lick it, make it wet before you pleasure him. The wetter it is, the better it is. Base to tip, lick it.

Asher leans over me, his eyes staring deeply into mine, lips glistening and puffy. 

Do I look the same? I refrain from lifting a hand to touch them, to feel how swollen they might be.

"So-" Asher says, leaning back slightly. "What do you want to learn?"

It's like a bucket of ice water has been slammed over me, shocking every thought from my body.

I don't say anything for a moment, my mind lingering on the kiss. That kiss didn't feel like a lesson, it felt like-

But it was, I cut my musings off. It was a lesson and I need to remember that.

"Ivy?" Asher's voice is probing, curious and he reaches forward, finger hooking under my chin to force my eyes to his. "What do you want?"

I swallow the saliva in my mouth, looking into his blue eyes. "I-" have no idea is what I don't say, everything, nothing?

"What have you done?"

The blush hits my cheeks and I glance away. "Well, kiss-"

He chuckles. "Got that."

I glare at him, and force myself to just spit out all the rods, that way my embarrassment is quick. "Sex, hand job, blow job, fingering." I say them so quickly that it comes out as one big jumble and Asher blinks at me when I'm done.

"Did you give Dain a blowjob?"

Mortification hits me at the words, said so casually even if the skin around Asher's eyes tightens.

He hates Dain, the captain of the universities rival hockey team and Asher's biggest pain in the ass. And I didn't tell him who it was that started this whole thing.

What was I thinking choosing him?

He called me pretty and took me out for breakfast and told me he thought he could fall in love with a girl like me and then I just - it was a facade.

"No," I shake my head, "that was another guy, I just had sex with Dain and gave him a handjob." The more I say the words, the less I feel embarrassed. At least that's what I tell myself anyway.

I look up at Asher's face, trying to figure out what he's thinking when his eyes snap to me, slightly wide. "Wait, did you give your virginity to Dain fucking Chamber's?"

I swallow at the anger on his face, and most don't answer but then I realise that what Asher thinks doesn't matter, it's done now and I already regret it.

I straiten on the bed, "what does it matter?!? It's done now."

Asher rears back, "Ivy, it matters because-" he cuts himself off with a shake of his head. "Actually, you're right. It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?" I ask confused at his whiplash of emotion.

"It sucked anyway, didn't it?"

I scowl. "What's your point?"

"My point is that Dain is a selfish bastard and should've gone down on you before he had sex with you. Have you done that?"

"No." I utter, moving back on the bed when Asher moves closer.

"Do you want to?"

"Do I want you to go down on me?"

He rolls his eyes, "are you going to answer the question?"

"Aren't you meant to be teaching me how to pleasure a guy?"

"If you're with the right guy, this will pleasure them."

"Going down on me?" I say confused. "Will pleasure a guy?" I roll my eyes. "Aren't I meant to go down on them? Give them a blowjob or a hand job or you know, anything else."

"You haven't been with the right guys."

"I've only been with one, technically." I don't really count the other since I was drunk and at a party and I just wanted to get it all over with but I never went though with it, just the blowjob and then I left feeling not like myself.

I think for a moment and Asher lets me.

"Can we just kiss, for now?"

Asher's head tilts but he moves closer, leaning back on the headboard beside me.

I look at him in confusion when he doesn't move.

"If you want me to kiss you again, Ivy, then you're going to have to make the first move."

I huff and he laughs but I move, kneeling up on the bed. Asher crosses his arms, rising a brow at me in challenge.

I move closer, my heart beating hard in my chest before I throw one of my legs over his.

"Straddling Ivy, I didn't expect this from you."

"Shut up," I mutter, looking at where I sit on him, the way his jeans feel beneath my thighs. "Or I will stop."

He doesn't reply, his hips shifting slightly under me and causing me to slip forward a little, hands flying up to rest on his chest and not crash into him.

I narrow my eyes on his, the twinkle in them causing a shiver down my spine and he raises another brow, tilting his head but he doesn't say anything.

He doesn't have to, his eyes say enough.

I lean forward, my eyes still on his, my lips having lost the tingle from when we kissed earlier and plant them against his.

He lets me lead, my lips moving against his softly at first, searching for the rhythm we had earlier and I shift forward, closer to his chest, hands moving up his pecs slowly before winding around his neck.

Asher's lips seal to mine, his hands finally moving, settling on my hips before slowly slipping under my shirt, thumb tracing small circles on my exposed flesh.

I shiver, hips swaying against his, my hands delving into his hair and pulling.

He groans, his hands moving upwards, my shirt dragging up with it, another shiver rocking me, my hips pressing into his where I feel exactly what this kiss is doing to him.

I pull back from his lips and stare into his eyes, the blue blurred with desire. "What?" He asks, eyes moving back to my lips, the hands on my skin moving up until he's squeezing my ribs. "You've got your thinking face on."

"I want to try something."

His hands squeeze me one more time, lingering before I shift back and they drop.

"What-"

"Shh." I say, needing him to not talk before I lose my nerve. I lean forward again, kissing him, to distract him but mainly to distract myself as I let my hand trail down his stomach, the muscles beneath tensing under my feather like touch. 

I reach the button of his jeans, popping it free and Asher pulls back just slightly before I follow his mouth with my own, keeping him in place so he can't look at what I'm doing.

I'm afraid if he does it'll all stop, I'll lose my nerve and he'll realise I'm his best-friends little sister and we shouldn't be doing this.

Because we shouldn't be doing this but we're doing it anyway.

My fingers slip beneath the thick fabric, skimming the soft cotton of Asher's briefs and I take a silent breath in before curling my fingers around the hard length beneath the briefs.

Asher sucks in a harsh breath, pulling back from my lips and staring at me.

"Are-" he shakes his head, the action causing a tendril of dark hair to fall into his eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nod, clearing my throat. "Yes, I'm sure." To punctuate my statement, I tighten my grip just slightly, moving my hand up and down, hoping he can't tell I really don't know what I'm doing.

When I said I'd given Dain a hand job I meant that I'd touched him slightly before he'd taken it further almost instantly.

Asher moves silently, lifting me off his lap and setting me beside him on the mattress and a pit forms in my stomach as I watch his get up before he turns to me, eyes on mine as he drags his jeans down his legs, leaving him in his briefs.

He look unsure for a moment and I'm sure I mirror the image until he moves back onto the bed, leaning up more on the headboard and looking at me.

I get the hint and I reach forward, pulling the edge of his briefs down slightly before he stops me with a grunt. "If, at any time you want to-"

"Just let me do this." I need to prove to myself that I can be good at this, that I can make a man cum. To be desirable.

I slip my hand under the hem and with only a slight hesitation, wrap my fingers around his warm shaft.

And then I still, unsure of what to do now. Like I know what to do, pump it, move my hand, you know, do anything! But as soon as I'd touched him that nagging voice in the back of my head spoke up.

This is your best-friends brother! Your brother's best-friend. What would they do if they ever found out?!?

Asher's hand wraps around mine, our fingers entwined around his dick and my stomach swoops.

Because thats romantic apparently.

I roll my eyes at myself but then Asher is pulling my attention to him. "Do you want me to show you what to do?"

"Show me how you like it." I say, the sudden need to know what he likes overwhelming me.

His lips quirk at the side and he does, righting our grip on his dick before starting to move, to pump his shaft.

He tightens his grip at the head of his cock, curling my hand around the tip before loosening slightly from middle to base and back again.

I watch, transfixed as our hands move up and down his cock, my fingers just meeting around the width of him.

A small drop of pre cum forms at the head, soaking into our joined fingers when we reach his head again.

The breath gets sucked back into my throat and my thoughts hollow out, leaving absolutely nothing in my head.

What was I doing again?

"Like that." Asher rasps, his words like a shot of adrenaline to my system and then I'm jittery, head snapping up to make eye contact with him.

His eyes are hooded, the iris so blown with desire I can hardly see the colour and then he's smirking at me, the look full of that fucking charm I've always loathed or secretly loved. Who fucking knows at this point.

"Think you can do it by yourself?"

I narrow my eyes at the challenge and squeeze the base of his dick, harder than he'd been teaching me and he grunts.

I begin moving my hand when he pulls his away, twisting my wrist at the same time so the up and down motion has a bit of a twist to it.

It just feels right.

"Oh, fuck." Asher's voice is harsh in my ears, his eyes squeezed shut, head falling back on the mountain of pillows behind him.

I look up, watching his face as my hand pumps, moving faster, hand curling around the mushroom head before sliding down the shaft, applying pressure the whole time. I adjust in my seat a little, curling my legs under me for more stability and add a second hand.

"Fuck." Asher hisses, eyes opening. "Just like that,-" he groans, the sound sending a shockwave straight to my core.

The more I watch him come apart at my fingertips, the more powerful I feel. I begin to move faster, both hands working in tandem as I feel my wrist begin to hurt.

I slow down, removing one hand just to work with the other and Asher's eyes snap open, turning to look at me. "Are you edging me on purpose, Ivy?" The words are said through his teeth, a red flush on his cheeks.

"No." I blush, "my wrist hurts."

He laughs, the sound choked when I tighten my grip a little and pump faster, wanting to get him off.

He doesn't reply, the abdominal muscles I can see through his shirt tightening and flexing. He reaches forward, like he needs something to grab onto and his hands find my shoulder, pulling me forward until I topple over him, my hand trapped between us and still wrapped around his dick.

His lips slam onto mine and I adjust a little, straddling his thigh so I can kiss him but leaving enough space between us so I can still pump him.

He bites my lips slightly. "You're going to be the fucking death of me, Ivy Collin's." And stops kissing me, staring into my eyes.

Heat envelopes me and I move further down the bed, until my head is very much in line with his dick.

I glance up, watching him through my lashes as he watches me, the desire on his face, for me, driving my actions as I line his dick up with my mouth.

"You look so fucking good down there." He whispers, the words so low I have to strain to hear them and then I take him into my mouth and he's saying nothing but my name and a plea to some God.