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COVEY'S POV:

So he made me sit down on the couch. And then he put on a movie. And I thought it was gonna be like Chicken Little or The Sandlot  or something like that, but he put on a rated-R movie. 

He put on Fifty Shades of Grey.

Thirty minutes into the movie, I look over at Conrad who has his eyes fixed on me intensely. "Why aren't you watching the movie, Coco?"

"I want to see your reaction," he says, not looking away.

I gulp and bite the inside of my cheek. "Yeah, okay."

"I want to see your reactions to the things he does to her," he whispers lower, his voice barely audible. "Because you don't know how far you can go, but I can find out by your reaction to the scenes."

I nod, trying to keep my eyes on the screen. So he wants to watch me watch other people doing 'it'? 

That's not creepy at all. In fact, it's kinda hot. Oh my, what has he done to me...

I take a chicken nugget from off of my plate and bite the head off the dinosaur as I continue watching the attraction that Christian has for Anastasia. And in my personal opinion, he's so intense it's kind of creepy. But okay. Conrad Monroe is a lot better than Christian Grey.

When I go to reach over to grab the glass of water from off the coffee table, one of the chicken nuggets falls off my plate and I let out a tiny whimper. Dino chicken nuggets can't fly, idiot. 

I set my plate to the side and kneel down on the floor to pick it up, popping it in my mouth right away. When I go to get up, my gaze locks with Conrad's and I sit back on my heels, fixing my hair.

"What?" I ask, swallowing my bite.

He licks his lips and they curl upwards at one of his thoughts. "Nothing."

I tap his knee and his eyes turn a shade darker. Fifty shades of gray. "Tell me."

He shakes his head, relaxing against the couch a little more, arms draped over the cushions. "I'm just imagining things."

"Like what—" Oh. Ohhhh.

Conrad smirks, watching as the gears keep turning in my mind. He's thinking about me doing that—uh, doing... that—to him.

I try to swallow the lump in my throat because the chicken nugget is now gone and I have nothing else to occupy myself with. Number one, the fact I'm watching a BDSM movie is so not like me. And number two, I'm on my knees in front of Conrad not sure how to give him what he wants.

So despite the fact that my cheeks feel red and hot, and I don't know what I'm doing, and I feel incredibly flustered, I reach up in a moment of extraordinary confidence and grip the waistband of his pants. "You're the teacher, so teach me," I say, my voice coming out smooth and collected, dripping with confidence.

And he moves his hands down to grip my forearms, a look of want glossing over his gray eyes. "Covey."

"Teach me, Professor," I repeat, determination laced in my tone as I drown out the movie in the background. "Tell me what you want me to do."

He sits up in a millisecond and grabs my wrists, walking me down the hall and towards his room.

Yessir.

When we get to his room, he shuts the door and aggressively pins me up against the cold wood, his hips restraining me as one of his hands pins both of my wrists above my head. Woah baby. His free hand traces the outline of my body, and he lowers his lips down onto mine in a hurry. 

I respond in the kiss, my mouth the only part of me able to move, and he asks for entrance into my mouth by tugging at my bottom lip. Brushing his nose against mine, Conrad's unspoken language becomes more prevalent. His erection is pressed into my stomach and I know now I'm going to have to deal with it.

I turn my face away, out of breath. 

He grunts, pushing his hips deeper into me. "This is what you do to me, Covey. As much as I try, I can't control myself around you."

"So teach me," I suggest, still trying to catch a breath of air. "I want you to please you."

"Good girl." He pulls away from me, dropping my wrists and backing up so he can look at me. "Now, get on your knees."

Holy dinos.

"Okay." I walk towards him and sit on the back of my heels. I lift my head and blink up at him innocently, watching as his stare turns lustful and sinful all at once.

He nods his head and I pull my lip in between my teeth.

"Now what?" I ask, embarrassment from my inexperience getting the best of me.

He lets out a low growl and throws his head back in frustration. Sheesh, I didn't even do anything yet. "Fuck, you look so good on your knees in front of me," he says in a strained voice.

And while he's distracted, I reach up and undo the fly of his pants. And they drop to the ground. And the only other thing in the way of me and his manhood are his tight boxer briefs.

Holy huckleberry, now what?

Conrad looks down at me with a sexy kind of grin, his features displaying a look of shock, need, want, and impatience as I fiddle with the waistband of his boxers. When I tell myself that it's all going to be okay, and that my innocence has been cultured by the wonderful Anastasia Steele and hot professor Conrad Monroe, I reach my hand down under the fabric and take him in my hands. Oh my.

He hisses when my fingers curl around his erection, and I let out a tiny moan at the sound of it. My free hand removes his boxers from him completely, and I catch sight of his length with my own two eyes. Is this man a sex god, or is he a sex god?

"God, baby," his voice is husky and deep, "like this." His hand wraps around my small one and he moves it up and down with a firm grip around my fingers, and my fingers subconsciously tighten around him.

I try to swallow, but my breathing is caught in my throat. He wants this to go inside of me someday? Well, that's going to be utterly impossible.

But right now he wants me to touch him. So when he drops his hand from on top of mine and his eyes shut and his jaw clenches as I stare up at him, I stick my tongue out and run it along his tip and he groans.

"Shit—fuck—god," he stammers, taking a fistful of my hair.

I wrap my lips around him and tentatively suck as he pushes his hips forward, his length filling my mouth until I can't take him any further. I pull back and run my tongue along his length, swirling it against his tip. A low groan comes from deep within his throat and encourages me to continue. So I do. I push him deeper into my mouth as my tongue works to please him, and his breathing is ragged, and I'm trying to control my own through my nose, and he's growling and groaning and hissing and flexing his hips to meet the back of my throat with every thrust. 

My inner goddess is turned-on, and I suddenly feel ten times more confident. 

"Oh fuck baby, that feels so good," he murmurs, dropping his head to look down at me with hooded irises. Then he lets out the softest moan and closes his eyes again.

I pull him out of my mouth and let my hands pump him as I try to catch my breath. But he shoots his eyes open and there's a dangerous look in them as he shakes his head, grabbing my hair and using his other hand to pull my bottom lip open with his thumb so he can ease himself into me again.  

I oblige and I realize that yes, that is exactly what I want to do. I want him to be damned delighted with me. I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel.

So I swirl my tongue along the head of his erection again and he grips the hair on my head roughly. His hips flex into me more and I suck him harder. Clamping my mouth around him, I let my teeth lightly graze along his length, and his breath hisses between his teeth as he lets out another strangled moan. 

He's salty and firm but soft, and everything about him is enthralling me in an exquisite abundance of lustful heaven. I continue sucking him, my tongue swirling round and round as he hits the back of my throat every time, my hands working the rest of his length that can't fit, and I continue pushing him deeper and deeper. I want to give him his release, to give him that kind of pleasure.

So when he says, "Fuck, Cove, I'm going to come in your mouth," in a tone that is warning and deadly, my insides clench and I feel the need to give it to him. I feel him hit the back of my throat and then the front again, and he lets out a deep groan when he says, "Shit. Fuck. Stop if you don't want me to."

But I do.

And so I take him all the way, every inch I can bear, and that's what tips him off the edge. He grips my hair like his life depends on it and his jaw tightens. His hips are the only thing moving. And then he cries out, my name falling off his lips in a muffled voice as warm, salty liquid oozes down my throat. I keep my gag to myself as he thrusts his hips into me a few more times before pulling out. But I lean forward and run my tongue along his length to lick him clean.

He stares down at me with a blissful and wicked grin, one that I wish I saw more often. "So good, baby," he whispers down to me as I watch his erection die down but still prominent. And I see it by the look on his face, he's still trying to come to terms with what just happened. Me too.

His big hands pick me up from under my armpits and he shuffles us towards his bed, lifting me up and tossing me to the mattress. And then he does something I wouldn't expect from a guy like him. He wraps his arms around my waist and just holds me to him, his erection in between us and pressed against my stomach, but it's like that doesn't matter. Because I think Conrad Monroe likes me, and maybe I like him too. A lot.

He puts his elbows on either side of me, leaning his weight on them. "You're so gorgeous, Cove," he says, playing with my hair that is now sprawled out on the sheets underneath me. "You did so good."

Initiate praise kink.

Holy dinos.

I reach my hands up to his shirt and start messing with the buttons. He stills, looking down at me. "What are you doing?"

"I want to see you," I say, unbuttoning his shirt.

He nods and watches as I undo the buttons. "You just saw me."

"All of you," I say, biting my lip.

When I finish, I take the shirt off his shoulders and he lets it fall down his arms. He removes it and throws it to the side as I run my hands along his physique. Holy dinos, I can't believe I get to touch him.

He inhales sharply as my hands caress his skin and he looks down at me with a flicker of green in his gray eyes. "You don't need a teacher," he says, his tone gruff and deep. "You're a natural, baby."

I blush and glance up at him, running my index finger across his cupid's bow. "Did I just fuck you with my mouth?" I ask in a tiny whisper.

He grabs my waist, his head falling into the crook of my neck as he nods. "Don't fucking say those words." Hypocrite.

I wrap my legs around his waist which causes him to groan again. "You're the one who taught me," I say innocently, running my hands through his hair.

And my oh my, he taught me good.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Double update because I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow <3
I have to work for five hours and then come home and do school.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I dedicate this chapter to my bestie Drummer_Lover because she's just inspiring in general and lets me bounce my weird ideas off on her before I write them, hehe. Thankies, best friend <3

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