Stay With Me a While

Part 18

"What do you mean?" Stevie asked, her eyes growing slightly wider.

"She's helping the mother of the birthday girl. There will be about a dozen of them at the house, so Kristen is staying there for the night." Lindsey explained and Stevie wasn't quite sure, whether to feel relieved or not. "But..." He said, pulling his wet hand away, tiny droplets falling onto the tiles. "We better get back and finish working for today."

Stevie nearly gasped. The audacity of that man!

Lindsey was almost out of her room, when he raised his voice and added. "Get that pretty butt of yours out of the tub and into the studio, Nicks!"

The sound that escaped Stevie almost mimicked Sulamith's growl. She was left hot and bothered. She was going to get back at him one way or another. She carefully climbed out and reached for a towel. Once she'd dried herself off, Stevie picked up her clothes and quickly dressed up. She wanted to run after Lindsey, but she couldn't. First of all, she had to calm down. She couldn't let him see, the effect he'd caused on her.

Lindsey whistled his way back into the studio. A grin, he couldn't hide, remained on his face, when he stepped through the door. He saw it in her eyes, she wanted him. They'd always played a sick power game and right now, he was winning.

When Stevie joined him, Lindsey was back in his leather chair as if nothing had happened. She too, took a seat, without saying one word to him. The tension in the air was thick and Lindsey marveled in the fact he'd caused it. He felt Stevie's eyes on the back of his head, so he turned around, smiling at her innocently. 

"Would you like to listen to one of your tracks?" Lindsey asked. "You sound amazing, Steph."

"Of course." She nodded and leaned back, crossing her legs. 

The space was soon filled by Stevie's voice and Lindsey wasn't bullshitting her, she did sound great. However, right now, she didn't care about any damn song. 

"Why are you all the way over there, Linds?" Stevie asked, her velvety voice reached his ear and made his heart beat a little faster. "Why don't you come and sit with me?"

Lindsey hated how quickly the power shifted between them. All she had to do was use that tone of voice and he was ready to get down on his knees and agree to whatever. He knew, she knew about it. He'd never admitted to it before, but she knew.

Leaving some space between himself and Stevie, Lindsey sat down, avoiding eye contact. "Aren't you hot in that leather jacket of yours, Linds?"

"I, uh..." Lindsey was getting hot. "I guess." He leaned forward and shrugged the jacket off his shoulders.

"Isn't that so much better?" Stevie smiled, placing her hand on his forearm. She than lightly scratched his skin with her fingernails, from the back of his hand up to the sleeve of his T-shirt. "Would you mind, rolling that joint for us?"

"N-no." He shook his head and rose to his feet again. He gabbed the required items and returned to Stevie, she moved closer to him, when he did, their legs now touching. 

Knowing of his masterful technique, Stevie realized, she didn't have a lot of time. Still, she allowed Lindsey to begin, before she lay her hand on his thigh and squeezed it rather roughly. The contents spilled from his hands.

"Oopsie." Stevie pulled her hand away, only to get down on her knees in front of him in order to clean up the mess. 

She made a show of bending low, while kneeling, and Lindsey couldn't decide, what to stare at - her perfectly round ass or her breasts spilling out of the front of her blouse. Stevie didn't care about gathering all of the pot, which fell onto the carpeted floor, that was not the point. She picked up whatever crumbs she could, then straightened up and put her hand on his knee, so she could stand up.

"Oh, no. I think, I've missed some." Stevie turned around, her back to Lindsey now. She was halfway bent over, when she knew he stood up, before his groin pressed against her and his hands gripped her hips. Grinning to herself, she spun around and pushed at Lindsey's shoulder, causing him to slump back down on the couch. "Why don't I hold my hands below yours, so we don't lose any more?" She suggested and maneuvered herself into his lap.

Somehow, Lindsey managed to roll that damned joint. It wasn't easy, feeling Stevie pressed against him, but he couldn't let her win either. Thankfully, he had a lighter in his pocket, so he didn't have to ask her to move. Taking a long drag, then another one, Lindsey passed the joint to her. They shared it without speaking and the effect slowly but surely had started taking over them both. His hands fell on her thighs, hers rested on his chest. Looking into her eyes, he brought one of his hands up and his fingers disappeared into her hair. She showed no resistance, when he pulled her closer and his lips finally touched hers. They lazily kissed for a good while, their hands began wandering and his excitement was becoming more prominent. 

All of a sudden, Stevie broke their lips apart and got off Lindsey's lap. "Well, we better get back to it." She said, referring to the unfished song.