The Fifth Lesson (The Bay Boys #2) (9 page)

His breath caught in his throat, his eyes blazing down at her.
 
Christie was pleased when his arms wrapped hesitantly around her waist, but she gasped when he unexpectedly tugged her closer.

Maybe she wouldn’t be able to wait…

“I don’t know about other women,” she murmured, staring at his full lips.
 
“But it’s a huge turn on for me when a man initiates a kiss.
 
You’ve already done it once before.
 
Do it again,” she challenged, aching for him.

He was about to do it too.
 
She saw it right there in his eyes.
 
Adam leaned down until she felt his hot breath fanning across her cheeks.
 
The intoxicating smell of him made her dizzy with need.
 
A faint brush of his soft, firm lips and her eyelids slid shut as she gasped.
 
But then he pulled away.

Her eyes snapped open in frustration when he whispered in her ear, “
Anticipation
, Christie.
 
I remember this game from the gallery.”
 
He stepped away and she was left gaping, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides.
 
He’d turned the tables on her.
 
And quite expertly, she might add.

Her heart fluttered madly.
 
She was in trouble with this one.

“You’re a quick learner,” she complimented, although her tone was almost accusatory.

“I like to think I am.”

Gain back control
, her mind whispered.

“Then maybe we’ll move on to something else.
 
Take off your shirt.”

His eyes flashed, but he didn’t protest.
 
He reached over his head and grabbed the back of his t-shirt the way all men do.
 
Tugging it over, he stripped out of it and tossed it towards his closet.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare, golden flesh.
 
She hadn’t expected this.
 
He must be a runner or something because he hadn’t toned his body sitting behind a computer screen all day.
 
He wasn’t bulky or ripped by any means, but he had naturally broad shoulders, lean, taut muscles, and strong arms.

“Oh,” she breathed, moving forward to touch him.
 
His flesh was unbelievably hot underneath her exploring fingertips.
 
The smoothness of his chest was only interrupted by his crisp, golden hairs.
 
She raked her fingernails through them, earning a groan, and then let her fingers wander down the trail leading into the waistband of his jeans.

“Christie,” he warned, his voice deliciously husky.
 
She loved to hear him say her name.
 
It made her tingle in places he told her he fantasized about licking.

“What?” she asked innocently.
 
He shook his head in disbelief.
 
His glasses were starting to fog up.
 
The sight was so endearing, but he jerked them off his face.
 
That gave her an idea.
 
“Do you have a scarf?”

“Why do you want a scarf?” he asked, so adorably confused that she almost kissed him.

“So I can blindfold you.”

“What?” he asked, jerking as though he’d been slapped.

“Since you seem to have a problem with me touching you ‘unexpectedly,’ as you put it, then I’m going to touch you when you least expect it.”
 
He wasn’t buying it.
 
Hell, she just wanted to blindfold him, but she had to make it seem like this was for his benefit.
 
She quickly added, “Are you going to tense up every time a woman comes over and touches you?
 
That sends a message real quick, Adam.
 
And it’s not a good one.”

“Fine,” he sighed.
 
She watched him cross to his closet.
 
He came back with the ugliest scarf she’d ever seen.
 
He saw her expression and he scowled.
 
“Don’t ask.”

“Now, I’m very curious.”

He sighed.
 
“Christmas gift.
 
My aunt knits.”

“Ah, that explains it then.”
 
Christie looked at the blob of mismatched yarn with dangly, scraggly bits at the end.
 
She decided that even if it was ugly it wouldn’t matter.
 
It would be on Adam, who’d be under her control.
 
And that was sexy as hell.

She grabbed it from his hands, surprised by its softness, and jumped up onto his bed.
 
She patted the very middle of the mattress and, resigned to his fate, he followed after her.
 
He knelt on his knees in the center, so that his legs were sticking out behind him.

Between his legs, facing his back, she tied the scarf around his eyes.
 
She took his glasses from his grasp and set them carefully on the bedside table.
 
Then she turned to her prey with a wicked smile that he couldn’t see.

EIGHT

Adam’s breath felt quick as he inhaled through his nose.
 
Every rise and fall of his chest seemed to make his cock harden further.
 
Jesus, who knew being blindfolded was so erotic?

It was completely black beneath the scarf.
 
And in the absence of his vision, all his other senses were revving up into overdrive.
 
Every swish of Christie’s clothing, every jingle of her bracelets, every jasmine note of her perfume that floated up to his nostrils made him twitch with anticipation.

His breathing became labored as the seconds ticked by.
 
She wasn’t doing anything, but he could feel her heat behind him.
 
He could hear her little breaths as she became more and more excited.
 
This was turning her on too, he realized in a daze.

He hissed in surprise and pleasure when her fingers lightly danced over his abdomen.
 
His muscles clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut even behind the scarf.
 
His cock ached as she drew light, slow circles over his skin.
 
She retreated a moment later.

Adam ground his teeth together, trying to calm his racing heart.

Seconds passed.
 
He counted them all.
 
The next time Christie touched him, it had been a full minute.
 
This time, she stroked the underside of his left forearm before running her fingers all the way up to his shoulder.
 
It felt like she was igniting sparks underneath his skin because he was
burning
for her.

“God, Christie,” he grated.

Thirty three seconds passed.
 
She pressed her chest to his back and lightly nipped the sensitive skin of his neck with her teeth.
 
A strangled groan was his response, feeling his pleasure being pricked with a little bit of pain.

She stopped and he felt her breath on his ear.
 
“Do you like this, baby?” she whispered.

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, his whole body starting to shake.
 
And he loved
her
like this.
 
He loved her confidence, the way she teased him.
 
The way she steadily drove him to madness.
 
He wanted to do this to her.
 
One day, he would.

“Good,” was all she said.
 
He heard her shift on the bed, perceived her sliding around his body.
 
He felt the mattress dip in front of him as she resettled herself.

Her eyes were on him.
 
He could feel them trailing over his skin as though they were the tips of her fingers.
 
He swallowed, wanting to beg her to touch him.
 
But he didn’t.
 
He kept his jaw firmly clenched, impatiently waiting for his next fix.

When her lips brushed his nipple, he honestly feared he might come.
 
He grunted in pleasure as she licked the tip before blowing cool air over it.
 
His hands reached up, grasping for her, but she evaded his grip, backing away.

“Don’t make me tie your hands too,” she told him warningly.
 
Fuck.
 
His head fell back, exposing the column of his throat, as he tried to gain control over his body.
 
He’d never felt so helpless and so turned on in his entire life.

Her hand trailed down the center of his chest, lighting his skin on fire in its wake.

“Christie,” he rasped.
 
He was going to come.
 
He knew it.
 
She would make him come in his fucking jeans.

She rested her head against his chest.
 
He was sure she could hear the rapid beating of his heart.
 
Her cheek felt cool against his skin, but her fingers were warm as they trailed up his sides.

Adam felt her lips curl up into a smile and then she pulled away.
 
“Are you close, Adam?”

She knew.
 
Of course she did.
 
She was a femme fatale, bent on destroying him.

“Yes,” he grated out.
 
“I’ll come in my jeans if you don’t stop.”

“Mmm, I want you to though.”

“That would accomplish nothing,” he argued, the tendons in his neck straining as sweat beaded on his forehead.
 
“This isn’t about me.
 
This should be about
you
.”

“Once again, I disagree.
 
This
is
about me.
 
You don’t know how aroused I am right now, Adam.
 
I’m so turned on just from watching you, touching you,” was her quiet response.
 
His breath caught in his throat and his cock gave a jerk as her words settled in his brain.

“Take off my blindfold,” he ordered.

“No.”

“Christie…”

“It’ll be more intense for you blindfolded,” she said.
 
“Trust me.”

He stilled, searing jealousy ripping through him, surprising him with its ferocity.
 
“Oh?
 
And how many men have you done this with exactly?”

It wasn’t his place to ask, but the words slipped past his lips before he could stop them.

She chuckled.
 
“Jealous, Adam?”
 
He didn’t respond.
 
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m not fooling around with other guys right now.
 
Just you.”

It didn’t make him feel better.
 
Christie must’ve sensed his anger because he felt the faintest brush of her lips against his.

“Besides, why does it matter?
 
You don’t want to have sex with me anyway,” she told him.
 
Before he could respond, her hand found his cock and she stroked him through his jeans.

A strangled cry was torn from his throat.
 
Already, he could feel hot semen rise in his shaft.
 
Any moment now he’d come in waves.

Christie emitted a soft little moan and, over the rushing in his ears, he heard urgent rustling sounds.
 
What the fuck?
 
Was she…?

She confirmed his suspicions.
 
As she stroked his cock, she breathed, “I’m so wet for you, Adam.
 
Do you want to feel?”

He groaned and reached out a hand.
 
The thought of touching her was almost too much.
 
Her hand grasped his desperately and she guided his hand until he reached the silky, unbelievably hot feel of her sex.
 
She was smooth, shaved.
 
It was unbearable not to be able to see her, but Christie insisted he keep the blindfold on.

She gasped as he touched her.
 
She was soaked.
 
Her juices dripped down his fingers, coating them with her essence.
 
If Adam needed proof that she desired him, then it was right there.

“Just rub my clit, Adam,” she breathed.
 
He was blind, so she guided his thumb to brush over a little nub hidden in her folds.
 
“Yes, baby, that’s it.
 
Please don’t stop!”

She resumed her strokes on his jean-covered cock.
 
His mind was blank, completely wiped with his pleasure.
 
He couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated, but it felt so
right
.

He continued to strum her clit, heeding her advice, learning.
 
“Faster…a little to the left…God,
yes
, right there,” she gasped.

Christie gave a loud strangled squeak and then she screamed, her strokes becoming jerky and rough against him.
 
Shit, she’s coming
, he thought in a stunned, hazy, awed daze.

It was enough to send him over the edge.

He growled and cursed as streams of his hot semen burst from the head of his cock.
 
He felt the ropes drip down his length in the confines of his jeans.
 
He shuddered, his abdomen clenching, and he realized he was still strumming Christie.
 
She pushed his hand away when she became too sensitive and then fell into him.

Adam ripped the blindfold away, his eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to the light, before reaching behind him for his glasses.
 
Flopping back onto the bed in soaked jeans with a sated, sleepy woman curled on top of him, Adam realized he’d been missing a whole fucking lot.

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Christie’s mind was reeling.
 
But she was too exhausted to move off Adam.
 
She clung to him, feeling his warmth, listening to his heart beat gradually begin to gentle.