Final class was held in the library at sunset.
Matteo was already there when Brett walked in, standing by the fireplace with a glass of whiskey he wasn't drinking, his dark hair slightly messy like he'd been running his hands through it. He wore a black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled up over forearms that made Brett's mouth water.
Brett paused in the doorway to let him look.
He was wearing a black silk wrap dress that tied at his tiny twenty-four inch waist and fell to mid-thigh, showing endless leg in sheer black stockings with the back seam. Black suede 120 mm Louboutins. His long honey blonde hair was down in soft waves over one shoulder. His makeup was soft glam, glowing golden skin, smoky eyes, and his full lips painted a nude pink gloss that made his new veneers gleam white and perfect underneath.
He smiled slowly, letting his lips part just enough to show the slightly longer, slightly sharpened canines.
Matteo's throat bobbed when he swallowed.
"Ciao, bella," Matteo said, but his voice was lower than usual.
"Ciao, teacher," Brett purred back in his low alto, walking toward him on his heels, hips swaying the way he'd been taught. He stopped too close, close enough that Matteo had to look down to meet his big blue eyes. "What's today's lesson?"
Matteo set his glass down with a clink. "Kissing."
Brett's heart slammed against his ribs under the silk dress. His new breasts, heavy and sensitive from hormones, rose and fell fast.
"Final class," Matteo continued, his dark eyes dropping to Brett's mouth and staying there. "How to kiss like a woman. How to take tongue and give tongue. How to know when a man wants to kiss you, and how to tease him until he can't stand it anymore and makes the first move."
Brett licked his glossy lower lip without thinking, and watched Matteo track the movement like a starving man.
"Even if," Matteo added quietly, "the teacher is... intimidated."
Brett smiled then, wide and toothy and dangerous, letting his sharp canines catch the light. "Are you intimidated by me, Matteo?"
Matteo laughed, a short, breathless sound. "Terrified."
"Good," Brett whispered.
Matteo stepped back and became professional again, or tried to. "First, the signal. A man will look at your mouth. Not your eyes. Your mouth. Like this."
He demonstrated, his gaze dropping to Brett's lips, lingering. Brett felt his entire body flush hot under the silk.
"Second," Matteo said, his voice rougher, "he will lean in. Just a little. He will find excuses to touch you. Your waist. Your hair."
He reached out and tucked a strand of Brett's blonde hair behind his ear, his fingers brushing Brett's cheek. Brett leaned into the touch before he could stop himself.
"Third," Matteo murmured, his hand still on Brett's face, "you tease. You part your lips. Just a little. You breathe. You look at his mouth, then back to his eyes. You make him crazy."
Brett did exactly that. He parted his glossy lips, let his breath catch, dropped his big blue eyes to Matteo's perfect mouth, then dragged them slowly back up.
Matteo's pupils blew wide and black.
"Dio," he whispered.
"Now," Brett said softly, his hand coming up to rest lightly on Matteo's chest, feeling his heart hammering under the black shirt, "show me how a woman should kiss."
Matteo's hand slid from Brett's cheek to the back of his neck, under his hair, warm and strong. He didn't pull him in. He waited.
Brett understood. He was supposed to make the first move.
He rose up on his toes in his impossible heels, his body pressing against Matteo's, his breasts soft against Matteo's hard chest, his silk dress riding up his stockinged thighs. He tilted his head, his long hair falling back, exposing his throat.
He brought his mouth a breath away from Matteo's and hovered there, teasing, his glossy lips parted, his perfect white teeth, his sharp canines just visible.
Matteo groaned low in his throat.
Brett closed the last inch.
The kiss was soft at first, just lips, just learning. Matteo tasted like whiskey and mint. Brett sighed against his mouth and felt Matteo's hand tighten in his hair.
Then Brett did what he'd been taught. He opened his mouth, just a little, inviting. He let Matteo take the lead for one heartbeat, feeling Matteo's tongue brush his lower lip, asking permission.
Brett gave it. He opened wider and took Matteo's tongue into his mouth, soft and warm, and then gave his own back, sliding his tongue against Matteo's in a slow, feminine dance he'd practiced in his mind a thousand times.
He kissed like a woman should, receiving and giving, soft then deep, his hands clutching Matteo's shirt, his body melting into him.
Matteo made a rough sound and pulled Brett closer, his other hand finding Brett's tiny waist under the silk dress, spanning it completely.
Brett broke the kiss first, pulling back just an inch, breathing hard, his lips swollen and glossy and smeared, his perfect teeth showing in a dazed smile.
Matteo stared down at him, chest heaving, his dark eyes wild.
"Did I do it right?" Brett whispered, his voice wrecked, his canines catching his lower lip.
Matteo laughed, shaky and undone. "Brielle, you are going to ruin men."
Brett grinned then, wide and toothy and dangerous and delighted, and let out a soft, playful growl deep in his throat, "Grrrrrr."
Matteo's eyes flared with heat and he kissed him again, harder this time, backing Brett up against the bookshelf until the books rattled, until Brett's heels left the floor, until Brett was whimpering into his mouth and clutching his shoulders and giving tongue exactly the way a woman should.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, Brett's dress was twisted, his hair was mussed, his lipstick was gone, and Matteo looked completely, utterly intimidated by the sexy woman he'd created.
Brett touched his swollen lips with trembling pink nails and smiled his perfect, sharp-toothed smile.
"Lesson learned," he purred.
His phone buzzed at 9 pm while he was still in the library, still in his wrinkled silk dress, still tasting Matteo on his tongue.
Lance: What did you do today?
Brett looked at his reflection in the dark window, at his swollen lips, his mussed hair, his dazed eyes, and typed back with shaking hands.
Charm school final. I learned how to kiss like a woman. With tongue. ;-) x
He hit send, licked his lips, felt his sharp canines, and growled softly to himself again in the empty room, feeling powerful and sexy and completely ready for whatever came next.