Call Me Teach (Wilder U)

by S.J. Sylvis

“It’s gonna be okay, Hannah. Your brother said you can live with him until I get there after the holidays. You did the right thing by ending it with Koa. He wasn’t right for you.” I shake my head before she can carry on. “It wasn’t him. It was me.” “Do not start that low-self-esteem bullshit with me, Hannah Evans!”

My throat grows tight, and my face burns hotter. “Aria, I think I’m broken.” Her cheeks pull tight with confusion as she waits for me to continue. “I suck at sex.”

And no…” I pause. “I am not quoting Taylor Swift. It’s me. I haven’t orgasmed with any guy! It’s like I’m…broken or something!”

She’s feisty, and hot.

I scoff. “Was the picture you showed us from third grade? Hannah Banana isn’t ten years old! She’s…” I look over at her, and she’s sending me a death glare. “Our age!” “Stop calling me Hannah Banana!” she hisses.

Hayes throws his hands up. “If you guys knew she was our age and attended Wilder U, then I’d never hear the fucking end of it.”

I chuckle. “You’re leaving out a very important part of that sentence, and you know it.” She’s hot, and the entire team is going to want to fuck her after they get wind. I understand his reasoning. I really do.

That sucks for her. A gentleman would offer up his bed but not when he plays for the hockey team and has the entire student body counting on him to win the season. I can’t do that with lack of sleep and/or while sleeping on the floor myself.

Van doesn’t deny it. Instead, he just stares at me from across the room and shrugs. “See!” Hayes shouts. “Stay away from her.” My face is warm. As if I’d even consider sleeping with any of my brother’s teammates. The hockey team is the talk of campus. I've heard too many stories about their wild escapades in the bedroom, and I’m not nearly confident enough to fake an

orgasm with either of them. They’d see right through my feigned moans.

A quick thought pops into my head that makes me blush harder. Would it be so bad to sleep with someone like them? Maybe they could teach me a thing or two.

“I saw that look.” My pulse skips. “What look?” He flashes his white teeth in my direction. “I saw the wheels turning. You want one of us to fuck you, don’t you?” My lips part with shock. His eyes zero in on my mouth.

“Excuse me?” I act completely appalled with his accusation, but damn. He’s right. The thought crossed my mind, and it’s scary that he knew. It just proves that he’d see through my fake orgasm like I’d already assumed. “I could be wrong, but your eyes lit up when your brother was accusing Van of wanting to fuck you.” “That is not true.” I argue. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Nolan stretches his legs out in front of him, seeming to relax. “Maybe then you could orgasm during sex.”

“Nolan would never go for that. He was half-kidding. Plus, that’s a terrible idea. What would I say to him? ‘Hey, Nolan… Do you think you could teach me how to orgasm during sex so I can stop sucking in the bedroom and maybe someday I’ll be able to enjoy a relationship?”

“That’s exactly what you could say.” I’m as smooth as they come, and she knows it.

angle her face to look at me. “Well?” “Well what?” she whispers. “You gonna ask me or what?”

“You know where I am when you change your mind.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.” she states.

No girl has ever made my heart beat this fast, and to think, Hannah isn’t even outright doing anything to me.

A sense of urgency rushes through me, like I want to pull him away from her. I blame it on the fact that Hayes is my bestfriend and since he isn’t here, it’s my responsibility to protect his little sister, but my dick argues with that point.

“I saw the relief on your face the second I cleared my throat in the room, Hannah. If you want my help learning how to orgasm during sex, all you have to do is ask.” I’m prepared for her to stomp on my

“If I ask, are you going to say yes?”

“I’ll help you, Hannah Banana.” This isn’t a good idea. “But we’ve gotta keep it a secret. Your brother put a no-touch rule on you, and he’s not only my teammate and roommate, but my friend too. It goes against the code.”

“But this means you owe me. You know that, right?”

“I owe you? Like a favor? What kind of favor?” Hannah is rambling, and it’s kind of cute.

of my room being our only barrier, I shrug. “I’ll let you know whenever I figure it out.”

“So,” he starts, “not only could your ex not decipher a fake orgasm from a real one, but he also treated you poorly?” He hums under his breath when I don’t answer. “What exactly did he do that was so bad, besides not getting you off, Hannah Banana?”

Being intimate with someone is a very vulnerable thing to do, and unfortunately, vulnerability and Hannah do not go well together. That’s exactly why this isn’t going to work.

“You make me…” This is so embarrassing. “Uneasy.” Nolan pulls back slightly, and I swing

“They don’t call me Teach for nothing, Hannah.” Nolan runs a deft hand through his unruly hair. “Now get on the bed.”

I’ve been thinking of nothing except hockey and watching Hayes’s sister come apart in front of my eyes. However, I’ll admit that I pictured my fingers helping her get there, but I’ve had to rethink my lessons after watching her cute cheeks heat from embarrassment.

“There’s nothing wrong with not fully knowing your own body, Hannah. It’s obvious no one has given you the chance to explore what you like in the bedroom, which only drives the point further that your ex was a piece of shit. Maybe every ex, if it’s true what you said.”

to me. “Lesson number one,” I start. “You have to get comfortable with me if this is going to work. Stop being embarrassed and self-conscious.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” She's peering up at me with her baby blues, and a swift feeling of guilt whips through me because I have a feeling that I’m going to

“Are you, though?” I move over to my desk chair, turn it around, and take a seat. I lean forward with my elbows on my knees. “If you’re so comfortable with yourself, why won’t you show me?”

“What are you thinking about as you touch yourself? Where does your mind go when you’re all alone, baby?”

“I’m the teacher. You’re the student. You have to obey.” Sweat pricks my scalp, and my breathing is labored. I try to tug on my hand, but Nolan’s fingers tighten. “I’m waiting, Hannah. Tell me what you think about when you’re alone. I wanna know the things your dirty little mind conjures up.”

“Fine!” I blurt. “I was thinking about you.” For a moment, everything stops. His breathing, my breathing, the tight grip on my wrist.

“Good girl,” he whispers, lessening his hold. “Now earn your A…”

“Why did you have me meet you here?” she asks.

My elbow brushes hers, and I feel the energy already simmering between us. Fuck, we have chemistry. “Because Hayes will be home tonight, and I don’t think he’ll appreciate hearing his sister moan from my bedroom.”

“So confident in thinking you’ll be the one to get me to moan.”

Oh my god… I’m not a virgin, but looking at a naked Nolan makes me feel like I am.

“Hannah…” My name is strained coming from his mouth. “If you want something, take it.”

Hannah Evans is what wet dreams are made of.

“Did you enjoy the show?” She whimpers out a yes, and I smile.

“Do you want to know what I thought of while jerking myself off in front of you?”

“I thought of that pretty little moan from the other night.” My teeth sink into her earlobe, and she turns her head to give me more access. I brush a thumb over her clit, and she shivers in my arms. God. “And then I thought of what you’ll feel like coming on my dick.” I smile against her wet neck as the shower continues to rain on top of us. “I can’t wait to see you get off with me inside of you.”

Our eyes meet, and hers are hooded with lust. They droop with something seductive, and I want to be the one to put that look in her eye over and over again.

Fuck, am I all of a sudden addicted to her?