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His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 245: Exotic Thrill
Chapter 245: Exotic Thrill
** Harper **
Damn. How did an innocent and nostalgic date end up turning out like this, which was not innocent or nostalgic at all? And who was even responsible for derailing it in the first place?
Harper could hear the sound of her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, quickening with every second. She never thought of herself as much of a thrill seeker — just like her complicated love-hate relationship with rollercoasters, she didn’t actually feel all that brave to casually try something as exotic and indecently risky as this, but ...
Once the thought was in her head, it seemed impossible to get rid of it. One tease led to another, and here they were, getting completely disheveled in a photo booth. In a way that she highly doubted to be the intended use of this changing room. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Not that she could complain, though. Not with those hot kisses peppering across her neck and the hand skillfully kneading her breast, making the little fires inside her body take over the logical judgment of her brain. Especially not with the sound of her shorts thudding to the ground, crumbled up around her ankles.
Wait. But that thud did seem to sound particularly loud.
"... Is it just me or did the music suddenly get quieter?" Harper asked, feeling a wisp of timid afterthought shadowing their daring escapade.
"It’s just you." Eli chuckled, warm breaths tickling the crook of her neck. "I think you’re starting to breathe too heavily and drowning out the music in your own ears."
"..."
"But don’t worry," he continued. "Soon you won’t be able to hear the music at all, because—"
His kisses trailed up her neck, ghosting along her jaw until he stopped just beneath her ear. Then he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled, grazing his teeth over its tip.
Harper gasped at the jolt of tingles sizzling through that touch. Belatedly, she remembered he had once shown her what he could to that strangely sensitive area, something that she didn’t even know existed on her. He hadn’t gone all the way last time, but now—
Another gasp escaped when he flicked his tongue against her earring, and the shifting of the silver hook within her flesh made the sensations so much stronger that even her skull tingled.
"I like your earring choice today," Eli whispered, letting the words brush ever so lightly against her skin. "It matches the bodice, too. A nice emerald green to highlight your hair."
As if to demonstrate his meaning, the hand under that bodice squeezed again, and a thumb dragged across her perked up nipple.
Harper narrowly smothered a moan. Damn, he had barely done anything, yet she was already so turned on and melting into a puddle at his touches. "D-Don’t get the bodice too wrinkled though ..." She tried to calm her voice and warn him. "We still need to take our picture in it, after all."
What she really meant was that he probably shouldn’t go as far as usual, playing with her senses until she whimpered and begged. What if she couldn’t bite back the next sound she made? What if someone happened to end up on this floor ... and came too close to their booth?
A low chuckle rumbled, a little too dangerous sounding. "Oh? You mean we’re taking a picture in this?" His free hand outside the corset dipped down between her legs, cupping the crotch of her panty. "You were so excited earlier that you forgot to even take a skirt in here with you, remember? But of course, I have zero complaints. I much prefer a picture in your current state anyway, to add to our couch pillow collection forever."
... Wait, had she really forgotten what they came behind the divider for in the first place?
Harper didn’t have enough time to come up with a witty counterargument though, because the next moment, a hot tongue flicked out against the shell of her ear. Moist heat circled the ridge above her earlobe before he exhaled, intentionally sending the puff of air whistling into the depth of her canal.
The shudder that came from that touch caught her completely off guard. A sharp tremor trickled from somewhere deep within her skull, shooting all the way down her neck, her shoulder, her arm, and before she could stop it, a shaky moan leaped out of her, echoing above the high thrumming in her own ears.
This time, however, she was too carried away to think about smothering the sound anymore. Heat bubbled inside her, making that daring part of her take control again, and she took half a step back instinctively, pressing her bottom into the man behind her. Both of them groaned when her butt cheeks nestled perfectly over his bulging hard-on.
"You wicked little temptress," Eli hissed. Then the rest was second nature to them. Hoisting her body tight into him, he flicked aside the crotch of her panty, his finger landing precisely on that throbbing bundle of nerves. His other hand squeezed, taking her aching nipple between two fingers and giving it a hard pinch.
The onslaught on her senses made Harper’s knees weak, and another moan drifted free. She reached behind her, clutching his shoulder to steady herself against him, and as his kisses trailed back down her neck, nibbling and suckling, she could hear the sound of both of their heavy breathing filling the photo booth, echoing in tune.
He was right earlier — she could barely hear the music anymore at this point. Only the low beats of the bass vibrated subtly through the empty space, whereas the lyrics had become completely unintelligible. All she could hear were a few scattered words here and there—
"... way more choices than I expected ..."
"... not busy either ..."
"... start here or not? Which style is your favorite?"
"..."
But wait.
Wait.
What kind of songs had lyrics like that? And why were the voices ... coming closer and closer as they continued?
Suddenly, Harper’s eyes flew open.
"Wait, Eli!" A jolt of dread shot up her spine, dampening the hissing flames rolling through her body. "Wait ... I think someone is coming!"
Crap.
Oh crap, crap, crap!