Foolproof Love(23)

 

His hand tightened almost imperceptibly. “You want that lesson now?”

 

“No time like the present.” It was such a bad idea, but dragging Adam into some of the trees lining the swimming hole was an even worse idea. “How do I start?” She cleared her throat. “Adam, I’d very much like you to stick your bits into my bits.”

 

Adam laughed, the sound deep and carrying. “Holy shit, sugar.”

 

“That’s not exactly the reaction I was going for.” She frowned and tried again. “I want your c-co… Dang it, I can’t say it. Why can’t I say it? It’s a freaking male chicken.”

 

He tilted his sunglasses down so he could shoot her a look over the top of them. “There isn’t a damn thing in common with a male chicken and my cock.”

 

The way he said it, as if it was just another word, inexplicably made her stomach tighten. And his hand was still on her knee. “Fine. I already said I suck at this. Teach me, Master Adam.”

 

“Patience, young padawan.” He kneaded the sensitive skin above her knee. “You want to know the trick to dirty talking? It’s to say everything with confidence. You don’t give the other person enough time or space to stop and think and feel awkward about what they’re hearing.” His hand inched higher. “Like right now, I want nothing more than to untie one side of that tiny bikini and touch that pretty pussy of yours, spreading you where only I can see you. I’d tease you, sugar, dragging you closer and closer to orgasm. And them?” He jerked his chin at the rest of their party. “They wouldn’t have a fucking clue.”

 

Her body felt too hot and too cold, all at the same time. She shifted, pressing her legs together, trapping his hand between them. This is a lesson. He’s not really going to do that…no matter how good of an idea it suddenly sounds like. She could be student to his teacher without begging him to follow through on his example. Really, she could. “Oh.” She took a breath and tried again. “I thought the whole point was that they knew what we were up to.”

 

“Right now, we’re focusing on the dirty talking. Now, your turn.” His voice deepened. “What would you do to me, sugar?”

 

I can do this. It was too much to look at him, though, so she leaned back and closed her eyes, the words barely more than a whisper. “After you…make me come…” Her face felt like it was on fire. “It wouldn’t be enough. I’d want to return the favor.” He made an indecipherable sound, but she kept going because if she stopped now, she wasn’t going to start up again. “I’d kiss you. I very much like kissing you, Adam.” She licked her lips, almost able to taste him. “And while I was kissing you, I’d, ah, stroke you.” Maybe this isn’t so bad. His hand made rhythmic circles on her skin, relaxing her further. “I’d slip my hand into your shorts and touch you there.” She could almost imagine doing exactly this, his hard length filling her hand. “I want to see you go wild and know it’s because of me.”

 

“Sugar—”

 

But she was on a roll. “I think I’d like to give you head.”

 

The only warning she got was him standing and his grip tightening and then suddenly her world flipped upside down. Jules shrieked, her face barely an inch from the water, her ass in the air. “Adam!”

 

He didn’t answer her as he dragged their tubes to the shore and looped the rope around a half-downed tree. He didn’t stop there, though. Adam marched into the trees, not stopping until she could barely hear the faint sounds of their friends talking. Only then did he set her on her feet. She glared. “What the hell?”

 

“You wanted everyone to know what we’re up to? Now’s the time.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the front of his swim trunks.

 

“That’s not…” Her words failed her at the feel of him in her hand, hot and hard through the wet fabric. It felt better than she’d imagined. Take your hand away. This is supposed to be pretend. Take it away right this second. But she didn’t. Instead, she stroked him lightly. “What are we doing?”

 

His eyes had gone dark again, turning almost black as he backed her against a tree. “I don’t know.” And then his mouth was on hers.

 

She met him halfway, looping one arm around his neck, the other pinned between their bodies. This wasn’t pretend. This wasn’t even on the same planet as pretend. This is a mistake. But the thought was swept away on a tide of desire unlike any she’d ever experienced before. He untied her top and jerked the fabric down, baring her breasts. He kissed his way down to her chest, sucking on first one nipple and then the other, lashing their sensitive tips with his tongue. “Fuck, sugar, I knew I was in trouble the second I saw you in this goddamn excuse for a bikini. So fucking sexy.” His hands were gripping her hips so tightly, it was as if he thought she’d float away if he let go. “And then you go and start talking filthy at me…I’m not a goddamn saint. You want a scandal? We’re about to create one.”