Jacob blinked as he stared at me from the couch and I felt myself lick my lips.
I need you to do to me what you do to yourself at night.
There was only one thing I did to myself at night and, holy hell, it couldn't be what Jacob was referring to.
I could feel my clit engorging in my panties as I blinked rapidly.
"Layla?"
I refocused on Jacob. "Yes?"
"I know it's a strange request. But I don't know who else to go to that I trust."
He trusts me.
"Your mother suggested it."
My mother? Wait, what?
I cleared my throat. "My mother?"
My mother didn't know about my addiction to my clit. She didn't know Jacob was my obsession. How could she have suggested it?
Jacob smiled and the lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled again.
"She said you needed the practice anyway, you know, for your exams."
It suddenly dawned on me that he was not referring to anything I had been thinking about. All the heat throbbing in my clit suddenly dissipated.
"I don't understand." I murmured.
"Sit." He gestured to the armchair in front of him and I went to sit in it. I felt small in the chair as I tried to make myself comfortable.
When I finally settled, Jacob continued. "There's a certain problem I have, with sleep. Your mom suggested that your hynotherapy lessons might help."
It took a few seconds for me to respond. The feeling of disappointment hadn't quite left me yet.
"Oh," I finally said.
When I didn't continue, Jacob leaned forward in his chair, and his cologne hit me again. "You don't have to do it Layla. It's a strange request coming from a neighbour you've hardly interacted with. So, I understand."
I felt like chuckling.
Fuck, I'd interacted with him on so many levels in my head, he had no idea.
I shook my head. "No, it's fine. I can help.
He seemed a bit relieved.
"Do you want us to try now?"
He seemed a bit surprised by that. "Would that be ok with you? Don't you need to prepare or anything?"
I shook my head. "No, we could do it here in the couch if you like."
His eyebrows raised a little and he seemed to shrug. "Ok. What do I do."
Damn. This was happening.
"I need you to relax. It would be good if you could recline in the seat."
He leaned his shoulders back and looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
I laughed and stood.
"No," I moved over to him. "Like this."
When my hands touched his shoulders I froze. Just what in the hell was I doing? But it was too late to stop now.
Using my hands to guide his shoulders, I spun him so his back was turned to the arm of the couch.
"Lift your legs up," I breathed, very aware that I was mere centimeters away from him. He buried his elbows in the seat and lifted his legs, placing them along the length of the couch.
"Now, relax." I leaned in and pushed him against the arm of the couch so his head rested against it. As I did, my breasts came down to his face and with my heavy breathing, they were heaving right below is nose.
My eyes widened as I saw what I was doing and my eyes locked with his.
There was slight amusement in his eyes and I straightened immediately.
Clearing my throat, I stepped away and averted my eyes from his gaze.
"Are you always this bossy, Layla?" Jacob was smiling and I realized he was teasing me.
"Not all the time." I blushed and I saw the amusement in his gaze increase.
"Ok, what's next." He settled himself into the seat so he was in a comfortable position.
I cleared my throat again.
My nipples were burning and I didn't want to look down.
They only burned like this when they were doing one thing and I knew if I looked I'd see the tight little buds printed through my t-shirt.
"I need you to look at this spot on my forehead." I pointed to the center of my forehead. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I hoped I could remember all the steps from the textbook.
Jacob zeroed in on the invisible spot on my forehead.
I continued. "Now, look at that spot and as you look at it, you'll start to become more relaxed." I deliberately softened the tone of my voice. "Keep staring at that spot and you will feel the muscles in your body relax. The muscles in your arms are relaxing. The muscles in your legs are relaxing. The muscles in your face are relaxing."
I used the opportunity to run my gaze over his chest and down to the waist of his jeans. I remembered the thick curls that I knew where hiding there under his clothes. I wanted nothing more but to lift his shirt so I could see them, touch them, kiss them.
"You can feel your eyes becoming heavier and heavier." I tried to control my breathing as my gaze went lower on his body to the zipper of his jeans. I could see the slight bulge there.
So close.
"As you focus on this spot, you can feel your eyelids getting so heavy. You can feel them getting heavy as you blink."
That bulge.
I had the strong urge to hold it, both hands wrapped around it, as I made love to it with my mouth.
I wanted to give it all the pleasure it had given me in my dreams.
I wanted to love it with my tongue and feel it throb against my lips.
"Your eyelids are heavy, so heavy. The next time you blink, they will be so heavy, it will be hard to keep your eyes open."
I glanced at Jacob's face and realized his eyes were almost closed.
Whoa. It was working.
"I am going to count down from five. When I reach one, your eyes will be stuck shut. They will be so heavy that the more you try to open them, the heavier they will be."
I began counting, keeping my voice steady, even though my own thoughts were making it difficult.
When I reached one, Jacob's eyes remained closed.
I took a deep breath. "When I touch you on the shoulder, you will feel your entire body become even more relaxed, even more loose, even more limp."
I touched him on the shoulder and it was as if his entire body melted a little into the couch.
"When I touch your right arm, you will feel as if it is too heavy and loose to lift."
I touched his right arm and didn't see any response.
Time for the test.
"Now, your arm is so heavy. It will be impossible for you to lift it. Jacob, try to lift your arm."
There was slight movement on his arm, but he didn't lift it.
