The Spanish Tutor

JoJo Kiss was stumbling through Spanish when Veronica Rodriguez, all heat and certainty, offered to help. Veronica claimed the words would stick better if JoJo could feel them. So she had JoJo perch on the table, recited a line about wanting to taste skin, and told JoJo to repeat it. The second time through, language got lost in touch. JoJo’s dress slipped off. Veronica climbed up without another word, lips latching onto her nipples, sucking hard until they stood stiff and wet. JoJo tried to steer the lesson back, but every attempt ended in a gasp and then softer, filthier encouragement instead. She arched under Veronica’s mouth, fingers tangling in that dark hair, urging harder. Spanish had been a struggle; now every slick tug felt like a fluent sentence. Veronica sucked harder, and JoJo answered in the only language that still made sense—need and surrender.