His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 92: Payback

Chapter 92: Payback

** Eli **

With Harper’s legs clenched around his neck, her fingers trembling madly in his hair and that sweetest part of her body still spasming against his tongue, everything felt too wild and too carnal to be real. But Eli knew it was real, because as he continued to lick her up, he knew it was her scent, her taste. Her pleasure was a tangible, living thing, pulsing between them like the very air they breathed.

He pulled his mouth away at last and looked at her. Her skin was flushed from her cheeks all the way down to her breasts, a soft shade of pink that made her look so delicious that it shouldn’t even be possible. Her chest was still heaving, a stutter of unsteady rises and falls, and her lips were parted as she drew in shallow breaths, making those shuddering little sounds that he wished he could record and keep with him forever.

Fuck. He was going to lose it if he kept looking at such a sight.

Eli squeezed his eyes closed for a second, trying to give himself a moment to recollect. To watch her tumble over the edge like that had been such a close call, and he was already a breeze away from coming himself. He needed to clear his mind and cool off a bit ... But how could he possibly get that image of her riding his mouth with absolute abandon out of his head? How could he even think about anything else, now that he knew just how wild this girl could be and how good it made him feel to watch her shatter in oblivion?

Fuck. She was going to be the end of him. The way she made his blood boil, the way she made him imagine all the filthiest things he wanted to do to her, she had no idea.

Letting out a small groan that carried too many meanings, Eli pushed up carefully and rolled to his side. Taking Harper’s hands in his, he undid the tie, then slid the blindfold off of her eyes.

"Don’t open your eyes too fast, it might feel bright." As he reminded her, he tried not to miss how hot she looked when her face was so unguarded behind that blindfold, every gasp and moan transforming that beautiful mouth into such sexy shapes.

Her long lashes fluttered. Taking in his advice, those stunning green eyes took a moment before fully opening, and as soon as they did, a wisp of a smile curved her lips.

"Wow, that was ..." She trailed off in a breathy chuckle. "I can’t even decide if I want to whine or gush about how torturously amazing it was."

Eli almost groaned again. He probably shouldn’t admit to her the effect those words had on him. He drank in the sight of those glassy eyes, and despite his better judgment to give himself the space to cool off, his thumb grazed over her parted lips. "From how you look right now," he couldn’t help but say, "I think I know which way it is."

A laughter bubbled out of her. And then the next moment, those precious lips were on his, taking him in a slow but deep kiss.

He groaned into her mouth this time, his hands immediately going to the back of her nape, holding her. Sweet hell did she taste good — hot, wet, the slide of her tongue against his so soft and smooth — and he no longer cared how all of this made the heat in his groin lose control once more. She nibbled him. He suckled her. In a tangle of lips and tongues, she rolled them over until she was on top of him, and he lay back in blissful contentment as she leaned in from above, deepening the kiss.

It wasn’t until he heard a click of metal that he realized ... he had completely missed something else going on at the same time.

"... You wicked little devil," he breathed against her lips as he pulled away, eyes darting to his wrist. At some point, this sneaky girl had apparently gotten hold of his left hand, and the first handcuff was now clipped around it, securely fastened.

A bright smirk curved Harper’s mouth. "The devil has earned her turn to pay you back now," she all but purred. Looping the chain link around the headboard bar, she snapped the other handcuff into place around his right wrist.

Damn. It shouldn’t be possible to feel so turned on by a woman putting him in handcuffs, but he did. Just like it shouldn’t be possible for his cock to harden even more than it already had ... but it did.

"Safeword?" Harper winked.

"Chicken."

"... You think you’re funny." She tried to keep a straight face at the reference to their earlier deal, though the amusement seeping through her voice betrayed her real opinion.

"No, I think I’m terrified of this payback of yours. I never said who the chicken is."

Her eyes gleamed with a sly spark. Then she turned them toward the discarded mask, as if contemplating if the lacey style might be too much for him.

"Can we skip the blindfolds?" Eli bargained. He was tempted to try how it’d feel to be blindfolded by her bra someday, but for now— "I want to see you."

He didn’t just want to see her, actually. He had to see her. To watch every touch she’d bestow to his body, every sweet torture and every payback he deserved. Because somehow, the sight was what mattered — knowing that it was her, that it was real, was precisely what drove him mad to the brink of ruin.

It only took a moment for Harper to understand that too. And when she did, a slow, evil grin spread its way down from her eyes to her lips. "I suppose that’s fair," she agreed, darting a look at his handcuffs. "I bet it’s hard to keep your hands to yourself, so at least I can be generous enough to let you look."

She straightened with those words, and on dear God, was she intentionally tossing her hair and leaning back so that her breasts were right at the center of his vision? And when she bent over again to scoot down, was she intentionally dragging her bare chest against him, touching her nipples to his skin and seducing him with a delicious itch that he couldn’t scratch?

Yes, she was, because that evil gleam in her eyes brightened as he let out a strained sound. Only when those eyes were level with his boxers did she stop, giving him a dark smile.

"Let’s see what we have to work with, shall we?" She eased down the elastic.