The Fifth Lesson (The Bay Boys #2) (18 page)

Tease me.

Like he had to be asked twice.

He was delighted for a chance at a little payback…for all the times Christie had deliberately flirted with him.
 
He’d take it slow.
 
It was his first time pleasuring a woman, so he wanted to be thorough.
 
Very
thorough.

Adam started by nuzzling her thighs, placing slow kisses on the smooth skin.
 
She gave a happy sigh as he brought his hands underneath her back, tilting her pelvis up, which allowed him a better angle.

When she started squirming in his hold a few moments later, he finally turned his attention to the intimate junction of her thighs.
 
Her hips shot off the bed when he ran an exploratory finger up her slick folds.
 
Like everything he did, he observed closely and filed the information away for later.

He’d read many articles about female anatomy online and in textbooks.
 
He’d also watched a fair share of porn in his lifetime, more than he cared to admit, so he was familiar with all the working bits.
 
But Christie was beautiful.
 
She either shaved or waxed because her sex was bare, allowing him to see every little detail of her, from her pink folds to her glistening arousal.

His mouth watered for a taste, so he parted her and then gave a soft, short lick.
 
Christie groaned, fisting the lavender comforter.
 
Observe, file away
.

He did it again.
 
And again.
 
And again, until Christie was grinding into him, gasping wildly for air.
 
Adam figured he was doing something right to elicit such a reaction.
 
And he was equally aroused, simply from performing this act for her.

Her hands grasped the strands of his hair, gripping hard as he became intimately acquainted with her essence.
 
“My clit, Adam,” she breathed.
 
“Focus on my clit.
 
I’m so close.”

“I thought I should be teasing you,” he countered softly, running a finger through her wetness.

Christie gave a tortured moan, her face screwed up into an expression of both pleasure and frustration.
 
“Enough teasing.
 
I want to come.
 
Now
.
 
Please, Adam!”
 
Her fingers twisted in his hair and his cock gave an urgent throb at the rough contact.
 
Apparently, he liked her demanding.

He spread her sex open again, making sure her clit was exposed to him.
 
He flicked the small nub with the tip of his tongue before dragging it slowly across the sensitive nerve endings.

“Oh, yes!
 
Just like that.
 
Faster, Adam,” she pleaded, her voice husky.
 
He did as she asked, picking up speed.
 
He felt a little out of control, but powerful, all at the same time.
 
His head swam pleasantly, wrapped up in her delicious scent and taste.
 
And Adam thought he could sense how close she was to orgasming.
 
Her muscles locked tighter, her moans became more frequent.
 
The tips of her nipples were rock hard and straining towards the ceiling, a light flush coloring them.

“Okay, now fill me.
 
Like this,” she gasped out, reaching down to unhook his hand from around her backside.
 
She led his fingers to her slick opening before urging him to press one digit inside.
 
Adam groaned, unconsciously grinding his hips into the bed, seeking his own release.
 
He forced himself to still.
 
This wasn’t about his pleasure.
 
This was about Christie’s.

Tight, wet heat gripped his finger.
 
He slowly slid it in and out, before adding another.
 
He returned to licking her nub once he perfected the motion.
 
It was a little difficult at first finding a good rhythm, but he quickly caught on.

Christie was chanting ‘yes, Adam’ over and over again, her eyelids screwed shut.
 
Her muscles were tightening even more and a fresh flood of her juices coated his fingers.

A moment later, he felt her close tightly around him, her inner walls contracting violently.
 
Her hips suddenly jutted off the bed, startling him enough that he was forced to pull his face away.
 
To make up for the break in connection, he slowly strummed her clit with his other hand, watching as she rode out her orgasm.

Nothing was more erotic than watching Christie come.

Than
feeling
her come around his fingers.

It was something he’d never forget.

She gave a final shuddering breath and then pulled his fingers away.
 
Adam leaned forward on his elbows, still hovering over her sex, and watched as a satisfied grin lit up her features.
 
His chest squeezed and then a rush of pride swelled within him.
 
He’d fucking done it.
 
He’d made a woman orgasm.

Christie let out a tired, content laugh as Adam crawled up and situated himself next to her on the bed.
 
His eyes scanned over her naked body, lingering on her breasts and hips.
 
Her taste still coated his tongue and he almost asked her if she would be game for another round.
 
He wanted to perfect the technique, after all.
 
But then he figured it would be too presumptuous of him, so he let it slide.

Her head turned to regard him.
 
Adam saw drowsiness start to take hold.

“Wow,” she whispered, unashamed by her nudity.
 
Christie rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand.

God, he felt…
smug
.

Now he knew why his friends were cocky sons of bitches.

“Good?” he asked huskily.

“Oh yeah,” she replied immediately.
 
“
Very
good.”
 
Smiling, she trailed her fingertips down his bare chest until she reached the waistband of his jeans.
 
With her fingers flirting with the button, she murmured, “Your turn.”

As much as Adam wanted to sit back and let her pleasure him, he didn’t feel right about it.
 
Even he could admit that their last lesson had gotten a bit out of hand.
 
The purpose of his proposition was for
him
to learn, and if it was pleasurable for Christie then that was merely an added bonus.
 
He didn’t expect reciprocation.

He grabbed her hand before she could undo his jeans.
 
She cocked a brow in question, her hand stilling within his hold.

“No,” he said quietly, shaking his head.
 
“This is about you.
 
Don’t worry about me.”

Christie wanted to protest.
 
He could see it in her eyes.
 
But she held her tongue as she studied him.
 
Their gazes locked, icy blue to golden, and something passed between them, charged with understanding and—more importantly—respect.
 
Adam already felt like an ass for their situation, especially once Christie confided in him regarding her exes.
 
But she’d insisted that their arrangement would continue.
 
He didn’t need to feel like he was taking even more advantage of her.

And he certainly didn’t want her to feel the same way.

Instead, she settled against him, curling her naked body into his.
 
His arm wrapped around her, so that he could feel their skin pressed together.
 
Adam could finally understand why Christie liked to be touched so much.
 
It felt nice simply having someone next to you, connected to you.
 
He didn’t feel so alone.

FIFTEEN

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee,” he answered lazily, stroking her skin.
 
“Black.
 
No sugar or creamer, much to Luke’s horror.”
 
Christie snickered.
 
Luke, one of Adam’s close friends, was a sucker for anything sugary or calorie-laden.
 
She wondered, and not for the first time, how he maintained his abs.
 
“You?”

“Tea.
 
Coffee makes me too jittery.
 
Your turn.”

“Hmm…pancakes or waffles?”

“Waffles, hands down,” came her immediate answer.

Adam made a noise of disbelief.
 
“No.
 
That’s just wrong on so many levels.”

Christie glanced over at him, a teasing smile on her features.
 
“Don’t tell me you’d actually choose pancakes over waffles.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Adam argued, even though his golden eyes were relaxed and soft behind his black frames.

They were
both
relaxed it seemed, in the comfort of Christie’s bed.
 
After the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her, they rested in silence for a few brief moments—and Christie suspected Adam used that time to get his body under control—before they launched into easy conversation.
 
It somehow turned into a this or that game between them.
 
Christie didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so comfortable around a man.

After playfully arguing about the merits of either pancakes or waffles, they eventually called it a draw and Christie thought of her next question.
 
With a knowing smile, she trailed her fingers down his side until they rested on the waistband of his jeans.
 
Christie hadn’t bothered getting dressed and, much to her delight, Adam stayed bare-chested.
 
“Boxers or briefs?” she purred.

A shocked laugh erupted from his throat.
 
And it seemed that their newfound intimacy made Adorable Adam disappear because his eyes lit up with mischief.
 
“Neither.”

A thrill went through her.
 
“Really?” she breathed, already feeling her nipples tighten with desire.
 
She didn’t know what aroused her more…the thought that reserved Adam Thornton went commando or that his cock was only one barrier away and not two.

“Sometimes I’ll wear boxers.
 
But most of the time, I won’t.”

“Willing to prove it?” she asked, her fingers already itching to unbutton his jeans for a proper peek.

His eyes darkened playfully and with a quick tug on the waistband of the jeans, he lifted the material away from his hip bones.
 
Christie’s eyes went wide when she caught a flash of bare, erect flesh before he dropped them back into place.
 
Her mouth watered, wanting nothing more than a taste of what he just showed her.
 
But she was enjoying their time together.
 
And she didn’t want to ruin it, especially if Adam refused to let her pleasure him again.

“TV shows or movies?” he asked, moving on.
 
If he’d noticed how her nipples hardened to diamond points against his arm, he didn’t say anything about it.

It was hard to think, especially since she kept the image of his erection, unobstructed by underwear, firmly planted in her mind.
 
It was sexy
,
knowing Adam enjoyed going commando.

“Um, TV shows,” she finally answered, settling back against him.
 
Forcing her body to relax, she clarified, “At least, having TV show marathons.”

“Why just the marathons?
 
You don’t like TV show cliffhangers?” he teased.

“No, I like being able to watch the whole story at once.
 
I don’t like to wait.”

“Aren’t movies like that though?
 
Unless it’s a trilogy or something.”

“Don’t get me wrong.
 
I love movies too, but sometimes I want more.
 
With TV shows, they span seasons, so you get to know the characters.
 
What makes them tick, what makes them happy or excited or what their sense of humor is like.
 
And I love the ritual of having a marathon.”

“The ritual?”

“Well, you know,” she said softly, suddenly embarrassed.
 
“I pick a day, usually on the weekend.
 
Gather all my best junk food.
 
Set out candles.
 
Close all the windows and blinds so it’s as dark as possible.
 
And then I get my fuzziest blanket and wrap myself up in it.
 
I love the feeling of pressing ‘play,’ because there’s that moment of anticipation and excitement.
 
And somehow I feel…safe.”
 
She shrugged against him, fearing she’d said too much.
 
Her mother had called her a rambler once.
 
She felt like one now.
 
“Sorry.
 
That sounds dumb,” she mumbled, trying to bury her head in his bicep.

It was funny how she had no qualms about being as naked as the day she was born…but when she talked about something as simple as TV show marathons, she turned shy.

“Hey,” Adam said softly, nudging her.
 
His breath was warm on her ear and she felt his hand run through the loose strands of her hair, soothing her.
 
“It doesn’t sound dumb.”

“No?” she murmured, her voice soft.

“No,” he assured her.
 
“It sounds pretty fantastic actually.
 
I’m going to have to steal this fuzzy blanket.”

Christie laughed, feeling better and not so embarrassed.
 
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your request,” she teased.
 
“That fuzzy blanket took years to create.
 
Do you know how many wash cycles it went through?”