Done Right (She Teaches Him #1)

by Rhianna Burwell

I’ve had my share of bad sex.

all I can think about is how I am going to remember this piss-poor sex for the rest of my fucking life.

I am not his baby. I just need a good lay, and honestly, he is not delivering.

If I were less seasoned, less mature, I might let him finish.

I used to believe that if I am already here, I might as well finish what I started. I might as well let them have a good time, even if they won’t do the same for me. But, at the ripe age of twenty-four, I am finally realizing that men deserve no such thing, and I decide I’m done with this shitty experience. I don’t need to be a sex doll for this man any longer than I already have been.

I miss who I was twelve minutes ago, she was so full of hope.

I don’t know what it is with men who suck at fucking, never being able to take no for an answer. Either get good or get out, buddy.

“I’m not going to cum, Joey. It doesn’t really seem worth it to me,”

Someone needs to tell him that he isn't very giving in bed, and that someone can be me. I don’t really care.

I know there is value to sex besides just orgasming. I have had amazing sex where I didn't orgasm at all, but those times were different.

it can be about the journey! not just the destination! (i’ve never had an orgasm 😗)

He’s quite a charmer when he has his clothes on, so I thought he could impress me with them off too.

Her hair is a pretty blonde that I could imagine fisting in my hand, and her pink lips would look amazing wrapped around my cock.

Her head tips back with a laugh and the sound, even from far away, consumes my entire body.

I glance over at her again, wishing she would look at me so I could see what color eyes she has.

Her brown eyes meet mine, unexpectedly, and my breath leaves my body. The colors dance in her gaze, drawing me in and forcing me to give her all of my attention.

“You got this sexy thing going,” she says, making my eyebrows raise at the boldness of her words. “But I absolutely doubt you know how to fuck,” she says, ruining the self-confidence she placed in me moments ago.

“I’m sorry. I just had a shitty night. I’m sure you fuck just fine,” she states regretfully, leaning into me when she speaks.

I didn’t think someone could ever feel bad for the rich guy with too much pussy, but Emma looks at me like my problems are real.

“Hey, at least I know what a clit is,” I say, raising my glass in a toast. “I hate to break it to you, but that doesn’t mean you are good with it,” she says, rolling her eyes.

I stare at her mouth for a few beats too long, but I can’t stop imagining sliding my cock inside of those pretty lips.

“Eat the rich, ya know?”

“Is that a sex thing?” I ask. She laughs at my comment, making me even more confused than I was before.

“I just probably don’t want to fuck you now,” she says, with a shrug and a smirk. “Oh, so you wanted to fuck me before, then?”

“You don’t even think you are any good,” she says with mock innocence. Her lips get extra pouty when she talks like that and I feel my cock stir in my pants.

“I mean, you'll never know unless you find out,” I say, wishing she would take me up on the offer. She turns in her seat, facing me fully. She assesses me with her eyes, making me hungry for her.

“I don’t usually get into bed with someone with the intention of being disappointed,” she says, voice hoarser than before, making me think that she’s turned on. That I’m turning her on. I don’t know much about women, but I know when they want to fuck.

She should tell me that I am playing with fire, but she doesn’t. Her eyes hold the fire inside of them, contained only for now.

I’m no longer the drunk girl in the bar yelling at men about how they can’t fuck. Now I’m the sober girl at the bar, wanting to fuck said man.

No one has ever looked at me like that. I feel like he would fall at my feet if I asked him to, and he would thank me for the opportunity.

He has more money than I could ever dream of having, only instead of that being a good thing, I place it in the con column of the pros and cons chart in my head.

Usually, the men who need to tell you they are good in bed, are not actually as good as they think.

Something about his openness and vulnerability makes me want to do the same. Something about it makes me want to give him a chance.

I feel so in control of the situation. I feel free to do whatever the fuck my heart and pussy want, and let me fucking tell you, they want Finn.

“So you’d just like… take direction from me?” I say, with an innocent voice, while sliding my hand onto his thigh, trying to give him the same feelings he gave me.

His breath hitches at my words, and his eyes dart down to his leg, staring at my hand as I run my fingers over his pants.

He is so out of my league, yet he still sits there looking like I am the hottest thing he has ever seen. The feeling gets me drunk, making me bold.

“I just want—” he mumbles, stumbling on his words. I bat my eyelashes at him, waiting for him to speak.

I need him to confirm that he wants this. That he wants me to take the lead here.

If I want just orgasms, I have a battery-operated toy that will do the job just fine. I go into sex for the intimacy and the chance to watch someone else fall apart.

“Have you ever felt someone cum on your cock?”

“I don’t know,” he says, looking me in the eyes with a desperation I have never seen from a man before.

“You can feel it on your cock,” I say, running my finger over the crotch of his pants. It’s rock hard under his clothes, and it takes everything inside of me not to tell him to take me to the bathroom already.

His mouth is pouty in the perfect fucking way.

“Whenever I cum at least,” I say slowly, trailing the words off to make him desperate. His tongue pops out, wetting his bottom lip and I hold back a whimper that threatens to escape.

“I usually get tighter when I cum,” I state simply, leaving so much information up in the air.

His voice sounds so fucking desperate. Like he is hanging on to my every fucking word.

“A lot tighter,” I whisper in his ear, finally bringing my hand fully up to his cock.

“You want to get out of here?” he asks, finally.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I say, standing up and grabbing my stuff, more ready than ever to fuck a stranger.

never believed in love at first sight, but I know for a fact that lust at first sight is fucking real.