His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 77: Take Care of It for Good

Chapter 77: Take Care of It for Good

** Eli **

Eli caught her before she collapsed against the tiles. Straightening himself, he turned her around and crushed his lips onto hers.

There was no gentleness in the way he did it. The kiss was rough, his tongue diving hard into her mouth while his hand fisted her hair. He suckled and nibbled hungrily, greedily, devouring the sweet taste and scent of her to quench his thirst.

Her breaths were a series of staccato puffs as she panted into him. Tiny tremors were still pulsing through her, and when she draped her arms around his shoulders, hooking them behind his neck, her whole body felt boneless. She welcomed each and every one of his kisses and touches with languid, contented sighs, as if she had melted into a puddle, pulling him in and drowning him within her liquid warmth.

And then she wobbled a little on her feet, stumbling into him. His swollen hard-on poked right into her lower belly.

They both gasped — she from surprise, he from equal parts pain and maddening arousal.

Harper broke their kiss and looked down. Her breathing had slowly started to calm down, and the beginning of a smile worked its way to her lips. "I see now ... the conundrum you mentioned." She looked back at him, a hint of wryness in her eyes. "Perhaps you should be glad that I hadn’t gone with the more adventurous underwear styles at dinner ... Would’ve made it inconvenient for you to lounge around in public, wouldn’t it?"

Eli wanted to tell her that this wasn’t funny — the need and ache he was feeling at the moment were torturous — but he found himself grinning in spite of it. "It’d be worth it," he said, which was an unfortunate truth. "And you could’ve helped me cover the situation easily, by sitting in my lap."

His hands slid behind her back and gave her ass a suggestive squeeze.

She gasped with a chuckle. "Hmm ... Or, better yet, I can help you by taking care of the situation for good."

Her lips were on his again before he could respond. Taking over the control this time, she went slow, parting his lips and slipping her tongue sensually inside, running soft strokes and flicks against the roof of his mouth. Her hands glided up from his shoulders, cupping his cheeks.

Oh hell, she was getting good at this. But that tease was not helping with the tension roaring inside him. Almost by reflex, Eli tightened his hands behind her, pushing her into him and pressing his erection against her. A groan came out between their sealed lips, muffled and strained. He had to fight himself hard not to reach for her hands and bring them down, down, down, until they were wrapped nice and tight around him.

As if knowing what he was thinking, she smiled against his lips. The kiss retreated, turning into peppered pecks against his jaw, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Her hands followed, moving down and tracing his chest, his stomach, before stopping on each side of his hips.

Eli sucked in a shaky breath, and he thought he might go mad if she didn’t touch him soon. He locked eyes with her greedily, waiting for the softness of her palm to reach for him—

And he saw instead that she got down onto her knees, looking up at him with her lips a bare inch away from his hard length.

His mind stalled for a moment.

In that brief second where instinct and subconscious took over, he was aware of only one thought — oh yes, abso-fucking-lutely yes. He had been fantasizing this scene for weeks now, her beautiful face between his legs and her delicate lips wrapped around him. He had jerked himself off to the imagination of thrusting deep into her throat, of gripping her hair roughly and coming hard in her mouth and watching her swallow it all and ...

The next moment, reason and logic slammed back into his head, and the realization of what he was just thinking hit him in a shock of horror.

No, that was ... No. It was shameful enough that such filthy thoughts even existed in his mind, and the fact that he actually wanted it for real, that it was the first thing he thought of when she got down on her knees ... No. That was unforgivable.

This was Harper. She was his friend, his family, not one of those random chicks he’d pick up from a club and fuck senseless without even remembering their names. She had asked him to give her a taste of pleasure because she trusted him ... How could he ruin that precious trust by wanting to use her for his own lust?

"Do you need to look that surprised?" Harper blinked up at him and grinned. Her long lashes glittered with tiny droplets of mist, and her lips looked particularly red from the steam of the shower and his earlier caress.

... Obviously, she had misinterpreted the shock on his face for excited anticipation, and the seductive way she was looking at him now ... No. That wasn’t getting them any closer to the direction where things should be going.

"... Harper." The word ground out from his throat in a rasp. "You ... don’t need to do this." It was the right thing to say, even though his insides were twisting into a knot from wanting it.

The grin on her face widened. "I know, you told me last time." One of her hands slid down from his hip, teasingly grazing his thigh.

Fuck. His traitorous cock immediately responded to that touch, the heat in his groin pooling and boiling. He bit back a hiss. "Harper—"

"—But I want to," she added, plain and honest like she was stating a fact that was simply, unmistakably true. "Though of course, I ... I’ve never done this before, so if I end up doing it wrong..." — her lashes lowered sheepishly to his aching swell — "you’ll have to ... help me."

Oh sweet hell. He could come just from hearing those words alone.

Eli’s resolve wavered. In the small part of his brain that was still capable of logic, he knew that what she said didn’t make things any more right than it was — just because she wanted to add a new item to her learning list at a convenient time didn’t change the fact that he was still a filthy asshole who wanted this for himself — but it would make this acceptable, wouldn’t it? If she wanted to learn ... then how could he deny her the right to try something new?

She gazed up at him again, expectantly, almost hopefully. "Please?" she whispered, and that hand on his thigh moved, tentatively in a silent question as it wrapped around the base of his length.

Fuck. The tension was stretching so taut within him that he wondered if he’d be finished before she could even take the next step. The last thread of his self control snapped. "Yes," he croaked in a low husk. Later, he would spend all the time he wanted to regret this slip of judgment, but he didn’t want to think about it right now. He wasn’t in a state of mind capable of thinking right now anyway, because—

Because her eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips. Then she closed those delicious lips around him.

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